We returned to the familiar throng of people in the corridor joining stores.  It was starting to take us noticeably longer to go places, but if Sarah minded she did not say anything.  She simply adjusted her gait to keep pace with me, frequently looking down at me walking beside her leg and grinning.  Whether she was always glad to see me or thankful no one had walked off with me was unclear, but I appreciated the opportunities to look up and see her enjoy towering over me.

After a while I could no longer help myself.  When Sarah’s right foot was flat on the ground during one of her lumbering steps I wrapped my arms around her thigh and squeezed.  I hugged her leg tight enough that if she had not stopped I would have been dragged along with it.  She looked down at me and blushed.  “What’s the deal, little guy?” she asked with a nervous laugh.

“No deal,” I replied, still clinging to her thigh.  “Just wanted to show how much I appreciate you.”

“Well, I appreciate you too!” Sarah replied, running her fingertips through my hair.  “And you can have all the fun with my legs you want once we get home, I just want to finish shopping as quickly as possible so we can get back to it.”  I took the very unsubtle hint and let go, letting my fingers linger on her thigh while they slid off.  Even the spandex was straining around her growing legs, and the shirt was beginning to resemble a halter top.  Just how big had she gotten now?

When we arrived at the shoe store Sarah immediately found a bench to plop down on, and I hopped up to sit beside her.  She extended her legs and used her toes to slip each shoe off by the heel, then hooked a toe inside each shoe to drag it back to her.  A moan of relief escaped her lips now that her feet were free, and I looked down.  My eyes bugged out when I saw her unrestrained feet sliding over the floor toward us.

Sarah’s feet were humongous, and almost looked like flippers with how much they extended from the bottom of her legs.  She flexed her toes, making a rapid series of pops while the tension from them being scrunched-up inside her shoes dissipated.  The poor socks she had pulled tight around her feet finally had enough, tearing sideways along the middle of her sole.  In response she just giggled and waved her toes back and forth, making the hole wider from the strain.

“Could you be a doll and go get me one of those foot-measuring things and some socks?” Sarah asked, grinning down at me.  As soon as she asked I pushed myself off the bench and went go grab the items, having to use both hands to lift and carry the apparatus for finding whatever ridiculous size shoes she would need now.  She thanked me when I handed them to her, then leaned forward and planted a kiss on my forehead.

Immediately she tore into the package of socks with a finger, deflecting a surprised staff member with a dirty look and an assurance that she’d pay for it later.  She pulled off her old socks, practically peeling the torn material off her skin, and rolled on some new ones.  Her feet wiggled to get them on, pulling them as tight as possible so that they would not slip off.  They conformed to the shape of her feet perfectly, accentuating the slight curves of her instep and heel.  Even the tips of her toes could be individually picked out, the tight cotton slipping slightly into the gaps between them.

Sarah set her foot down in the measuring device with a loud clang that resonated through the store.  I pulled the tab along her sole while she graciously raised her toes a little so I would not have to fight against her foot for once.  It reached the end of the slide before it even looked like it might clear the edge of her toes and she swung her foot down, just missing trapping my thumb beneath the ball of her foot.  “Size 15,” she observed, seeing that it needed no adjustments.  “I knew they were big, but damn!”  She looked superbly pleased with herself.

She stood from the bench and I sidestepped out of her way.  After a quick look around she declared, “I should probably get some new shoes for school.”  Then Sarah glanced down at me and added, “And a little something for you, too.”  While she walked around I stayed close, nearly bumping into her legs a couple times on the off-chance some other giant brat wanted to mess with me.  The white Keds for her uniform were easy enough to find since they were prominently displayed, but she was secretive with what she picked out “for me.”

Sarah approached the counter and set her selections on top, sliding them toward the worker.  “Excuse me,” she began, looking down at the person behind the register, “do you have these in a women’s 15?”

“I’ll, uh,” he started, then cleared his throat.  “I’ll have someone check.”  The poor guy was clearly shaken by Sarah even though the most aggressive thing she did was smile politely to him.  Luckily he never saw me peering over the counter or he might have had a heart attack.

We returned to the bench and took our seats, me leaning slightly against Sarah.  Just feeling her warmth helped pass the time, which was fortunate since it took several minutes before someone came out of the back room carrying two huge boxes with a layer of dust on top of them.  “We actually have them?” I overheard the clerk’s surprised response.  “Who do you think?  That… giant woman over there!”  He pointed in our direction and Sarah gave him a self-satisfied grin along with a little wave.

The woman carrying the boxes had a nervous smile plastered on her face as she quickly walked toward us.  She set it down on the bench next to Sarah without saying anything then swiftly backed away, returning to straightening shelves so she could look busy.  For his part, the man behind the register intensely scrubbed the counter, doing anything he could to avoid any more eye contact with Sarah.

Sarah picked up the top box and dramatically brushed the dust off it, creating a small cloud of nothing but allergens, before popping the lid off.  Inside was a pair of perfectly white, pristine Keds that had clearly never been touched since the box had been closed.  She pulled out both shoes and handed one to me, and it felt like I was wielding a club.  We laced them up, then Sarah wrapped her unbelievably long fingers around the one I was holding and took it back.

Before putting them on, Sarah reached into one of the bags from the doll store.  When she withdrew her hand, there was a tiny doll pinched between her fingers.  “Yes, I bought one,” she admitted, answering a question I was about to ask.  “More than one.  Several.  Okay there are more of those dolls in that bag than there should be, you happy?”  I had no idea what she was so embarrassed about, but she clearly felt guilty for something.  For now, though, I decided not to ask.  She would probably show me later regardless.

Sarah held the doll like a piece of dirty laundry over the shoe’s opening, then dropped it in.  “I figure you’re gonna be spending a lot of time in there,” she explained, “so I should get an idea how it fits for you, too.”  She peered inside and saw the doll sitting where her heel would settle.  “Mm, maybe not there though.  Kinda feel like you’d be crushed immediately.”  With a flick of her wrist she tilted the shoe forward, and the doll rolled along the insole until it came to a stop at the toe.

No further explanation was necessary, and Sarah slid her toes into the shoe.  Slowly she worked the rest of her foot in, pressing the she’s fabric out of the way as it made way for her foot.  Her fingers slid into the back of the shoe, helping pull it over the sharp curve of her heel.  Once her foot was fully inside she pulled the laces tight and tied them into a neat bow over the tongue.

Sarah slammed her foot onto the wooden floor much harder than I expected, causing the bang from its impact to echo through the store.  She looked down at her shoe and smiled.  “Hm.  Stayed underneath my toes, didn’t press too hard on it, feels pretty good under them, too.  You should be fine as long as you don’t do something stupid like try to crawl out and get smashed.  But you wouldn’t do that, would you?”  Her toes flexed and curled around the doll, contorting the shoe with her movements while she let out a quiet moan.  “They’re perfect.”

Carefully she undid the bow, drawing out the lace as far as it could go, then eased it off her heel with both hands to avoid stretching it out.  Slowly she pulled her foot back, sliding it out of the shoe and letting her toes linger inside for a moment.  When she finally drew them out they were curled inward, and she raised her foot until it was eye level with me.  Her toes opened, and the doll dropped out from her toes and landed in her palm, where her fingers immediately wrapped around it.  Sarah put her foot down and leaned close, letting her lips settle right in front of my eyes.  “Practice makes perfect,” she whispered, then sat back up.

Sarah put the Keds back in their box and slid it underneath the bench, then picked up the second box.  After blowing an even thicker layer of dust off she rapped her fingernails on the lid.  “Wanna guess what’s inside?” she asked giddily.

“I dunno… shoes?” I ventured.  I doubted that I would find whatever was in this box particularly exciting.

“Aw, you’re no fun,” Sarah pouted, and primed her thumbs on the edge of the id.  “We’ll see if you change your mind while looking up at these babies.”  To punctuate her sentence she tossed the lid off in one movement, revealing a pair of shiny black pumps with four-inch heels.  I hadn’t seen Sarah wear a pair of high heels in years.  Did she even remember how to walk in them?

She was about to burst as she took one in her hand and slipped it over her foot.  After a quick check to make sure it fit snugly she turned and set it down in my lap, causing me to wince from pain from her thick ankle landing on my thigh.  “Go ahead, check it out,” she encouraged, pointing to the glossy footwear.  “Get it out of your system before it’s racing toward you and you’re too shocked to move.  Then,” she leaned forward again, making sure her enormous face had my full attention before her gray eyes flared and she finished, ”squish.”

“But Sarah,” I began, “you haven’t worn stuff like that in so long, are you sure you won’t fall over and land on me?”

“No, I haven’t worn them around you,” she corrected, sitting up straight again.  “After I saw your face the first time you looked up at me I thought you were terrified, and I was scared of what a few more sudden inches would do to your fragile psyche.  But now that I know that was excitement…” she trailed off, then slapped the long heels.  “I know I’ve been growing today, so I’ll be… seven feet in these, at least?  That should be enough to tide you over until you can safely fit beneath them.”

Sarah pulled it off her foot and placed it back in the box, then quickly put the Keds back on.  While she was tying them I suddenly felt a twinge in my dick.  There was something about her huge feet slightly wobbling in the shoes she wore with her school uniform that just did it for me.  I barely even noticed when she stood, my eyes were so focused on her bright white shoes.

As she walked to the counter I followed, looking up at her butt as it steadily shook.  I nearly bumped into her thighs when she stopped and set them on the platform and declared, “Yeah, these fit fine, and my boyfriend just loves how they look, I’ll take them.”

Behind the register the man stammered.  “I’m sorry, are you…” he gawked up at her, “dating, uh…”  The counter blocked my view, but I guess he could still see the top of my head.

“A little person?” Sarah finished for him.  “Yeah.  Why, does that matter for some reason?”  I recognized her tone, she had used it on me many times.  She was acting angry and offended, and leaned forward to be even more intimidating.

“No, it’s just… how does…”

“It works, okay?  Now are you gonna ring me up or what?”  He got us out of there as quickly as possible, tossing everything into a bag haphazardly and giving her a decent discount.  Sarah continued glaring at him while she picked up the back and walked out.

When we were a few steps out the door she burst into laughter.  “I can’t believe that worked!” she exclaimed.  “I should try that more often, you know, before you get too small.  She looked down at me, still beaming.  “Okay, now it’s time for some new clothes before I rip out of these, and some new school uniforms too I guess.”  When she mentioned uniforms, I felt the twitch again.  This was going to be interesting.