In ten minutes Roger was supposed to be leaving on a fishing trip. That was until
an hour ago when his friend Tom called and cancelled. It was Friday evening and Roger had
been looking forward to this fishing trip for weeks. Tom was picking Roger up at seven.
From there they were going to Lake Patchowac to fish and be bachelors for the weekend.
When Tom called, he sounded horrible. He said he left work earlier with flu-like symptoms
and went home to bed. He woke up hours later, still felt bad, and called Roger.
"Don't worry about it", Roger had said. He told Tom to go back to bed and
hung up the phone. "Now what am I supposed to do all weekend", Roger said to
himself. He knew his wife Stacey had invited two of her friends over to stay with her for
the weekend. Roger knew how awkward he was going to feel when the three young ladies came
home and he was still there. He knew it would only get worse if he hung around. He
definitely did not want to be here. "I'll just go alone", he said out loud.
Twenty minutes before Tom called, Stacey left to pick up her two friends. She had
kissed Roger and bid him a good time. "Stay out of trouble", was the last thing
Roger heard her say before she closed the front door.
Roger got himself ready to leave and
started out the door. "How can I catch fish without a fishing pole", Roger
thought. Tom had great fishing equipment and was bringing poles for both of them to use.
Roger remembered he had a pole in the basement. It wasn't a very good fishing pole, but it
would work.
Roger headed down into the basement to find his fishing pole. He knew it was down
here somewhere. He looked for a few minutes before seeing it behind Stacey's supply of
chemicals. Stacey worked as a chemist for a pharmaceutical company. She liked to
experiment at home, but hadn't for quite some time. As Roger tried to work his way around
the chemicals, he noticed how old some of the bottles were. Two or three even had
expiration dates that were well past.
Well sure enough, Roger got a hold of the fishing pole and tripped as he turned
around. Roger fell over the supply of chemicals, breaking most of the bottles, and landing
face first in the liquid mixture. He cursed, jumped up and examined himself for damage.
The only cut he saw was on his left palm. It was minor, but his palm had landed in the
chemical mixture; and it was burning.
Roger ran upstairs, without the fishing pole, to wash his hands. He grew light
headed as he ascended the cellar steps, and barely made it into the bedroom. At the
bathroom door, he fainted. He came to at the sound of women's voices.
Roger found himself looking up at the bathroom door knob. Behind him was the huge
walk in closet. He realized immediately that he had shrunk. He lay naked atop a pile of
clothes and he was cold. Roger was not prepared to be found in this position by his wife
and two of her friends. Adrenaline started pumping as he heard the sound of approaching
footsteps and laughter. He had two choices. He could run into the wide open bathroom, or
run into the closet. The bathroom was not an option. He dove off the clothes and ran into
the closet. Roger looked for a place to hide. The floor was bare except for shoes;Stacey's shoes. She always left her shoes
scattered all over the closet floor. As the ladies came around the corner into the
bedroom, Roger dove. He landed in the closest overturned pair he came to. Roger liked
Stacey's feet and knew all her shoes, but he had no idea which pair he dove into. He only
hoped he wasn't spotted. Not yet anyway.
Roger peered out of his hiding place to see one of Stacey's friends looking his
way. He recognized Linda. Linda was one of Stacey's work mates. Although she always tried
to flirt with him, he never paid her much attention. She was a very pretty young lady with
auburn hair and hazel eyes, but Roger knew her flirting was just a ploy. Roger knew that
deep down, Linda didn't really like him. She was trying to get a response from him to show
Stacey what a louse he really was. Besides, he and Stacey were happily married for five
years. "Where did you say Roger was", Linda asked Stacey with an evil grin?
"Roger is half way up to the lake by now", Stacey responded as she went
into the bathroom and shut the door. She turned on the shower.
"If we're going out, I need to borrow a pair of shoes", said a voice
Roger didn't know. "My heel broke. Can I borrow a pair?"
"No problem", said Stacey from behind the bathroom door. "Just don't
wear my black boots. I'm wearing them tonight."
"Sit down", Linda said to the mystery woman. "I see just the
pair."
Roger dove into the toe section as Linda approached, and instantly was overwhelmed
by the aroma of old faded shoe leather and the pungent smell of Stacey's feet that he knew
all too well. He prayed the shoe he was in was not the shoe Linda had her eye on, but he
prayed to no avail. He felt his perch rise and move forward. A moment later the light
coming in was obstructed by a gigantic set of bare toes. The toes were each as big as
Roger and were followed by the rest of the foot. Roger tried to run from the approaching
toes, but had nowhere to go. The toes came over him and pinned him down to the soft
leather of the shoe. With a squeeze from above, Roger was deposited under the base of the
toes of a woman he never saw before. The flesh of the toes felt cold and clammy, and the
smell was strong. Then came pressure from all around as the giantess who owned these toes
stood up.
"They're kind of tight", Kim said as she stood up.
"Just try them out for a while", responded Linda.
"But they hurt", said Kim in rebuttal. And hurt they did, but not so much
to Kim. Roger was in agony. The shoes were so tight that Roger couldn't even move a hand.
He was filled with repulsion, not knowing who's toes he was under. His first attack from
these toesdidn't last long. Kim sat back
down and removed the shoes.
Roger ran to the heel section but Linda was quicker. She grabbed the shoes and
headed for the closet. Roger did, though, see the owner of the feet. Kim was stunning. She
had jet black hair with high cheek bones. Her red lips were full, and she had a body to
match. Instantly the repulsion he felt a second ago lifted.
"I'll get another pair to try on," said Linda from the closet. She picked
up another shoe and spilled Roger from one shoe to the other. "This is fun", she
whispered and headed back towards Kim. Before Linda put the shoe on the floor, she made
sure Roger was in the toe section. Roger once again did not make it to the heel before
Kim's foot pushed him forward and pinned him down.
"This pair fits a little better", Kim said while walking around the room.
Walking was hard for Roger to take. The swinging and pounding was making him sick. Not to
mention the smelly toe flesh engulfing him with each step. "See if she has anything
just a little larger."
This time Linda came out of the closet with Stacey's dress boots. Kim sat down and
removed the shoe Roger was in and handed it to Linda. She then looked down to remove the
other shoe, giving Linda a chance to make another quick exchange. Roger was now in the toe
section of Stacey's favorite dress boots. They were well worn and smelled like it. Deep
depressions marked the toes. Linda handed the dress boots to Kim, who put them on, and
once again Roger was trapped under Kim's toes. He could tell the boots were a better fit,
but he was still confined to little movement. Kim's toes went well down into the
depressions in the sole decreasing drastically the amount of room Roger had.
"These will do nicely", said Kim as she stood and walked around the room.
"They are snug, but well worn." Kim and Linda went downstairs to wait for
Stacey. Roger stayed trapped under Kim's toes. Her clammy toes warmed up in no time at all
and began to sweat. Knowing that he was under the toes of a Goddess and the fact that
those same sweaty toes were rubbing his manhood, made Roger extremely exited. The more Kim
walked around, the hornier he got.
Although none of this was his fault, Roger felt guilty. He felt like he was
cheating on Stacey and doing it in her own boot. Fortunately for him, Kim sat down for a
while and the prodding of his hard-on subsided. Roger was able to catch his breath, so to
speak, even though there wasn't much air for him to breathe. He thought back to the course
of events, changing his weekend plans from a fun fishing trip, to a night under the toes
of a beautiful woman he never met. He wondered just how small he was. He had to be less
than an inch.
"Where are my black boots", Stacey called down. "I told you I wanted
to where them."
"Sorry", replied Kim. "These are the only ones I could find that
fit.
"Try on these", answered Stacey as she came down the stairs dressed. She
gave Kim the other pair, and walked barefoot into the kitchen. "These should fit you
instead."
Kim removed the boots and left them standing on the floor while she tried the
shoes. "I guess I can where these", Kim pouted. "But I don't like them.
Roger ran to the heel of the boot and looked up just in time to see another bare
foot coming his way. "Great", he thought. "Now Stacey is going to wear me
all night." He ran to the toe section to wait for his fate. He wasn't disappointed.
Once again he was pinned down by toes. These toes were a looser fit but were much more
active than Kim's toes. They continually squeezed Roger and pressed him down. They also
didn't smell too good. "How can Stacey's feet smell this bad if she just got out of
the shower?." Roger could not answer that. He was enjoying the manipulation his
manhood was receiving. That is until he heard Stacey's voice.
"Now where are my boots", she yelled. "Linda, you take them off
immediately." Roger instantly felt sick to his stomach.
"No wonder Stacey's feet still smelled so bad", he thought. "They
weren't Stacey's. They were Linda's. And worse yet, they were arousing me." Roger was
disgusted and couldn't wait to get out from under Linda's toes. "Hurry up you stupid
bitch", came a muffled yell, but no one could hear it.
Finally Linda removed the boots and handed them to Stacey. "I just wanted to
try them on", she said. Stacey put the boots on and Roger was trapped under his third
set of toes in only twenty minutes. These toes were unmistakable. They were Stacey's.
Roger took some relief in that. Although he did not want to be worn and manipulated all
night, at least it was going to be under the clean feet of his own wife.
"These shoes suck", protested Kim. "Please can I wear your
boots."
"Go ahead, Stace, let her where the boots", prodded Linda. "You must
have twenty pairs of shoes up there you can wear."
"Pretty please", added Kim.
"Fine, wear them. Who wants to here you cry all night", Stacey said and
pulled off the boots. She stomped upstairs to find something else to wear. Kim put the
boots back on her feet and once again Roger was trapped under Kim's big toes. And like
earlier, Roger could barely move a muscle.
"Let's go", said Stacey as she came down the stairs. She opened the door
and headed for the car. Linda followed her out the door. Kim was right behind Linda, and
Roger was in Stacey's smelly dress boot, the boot that Linda put him into, under Kim's
pretty but equally smelly toes.
The three young ladies went to a nice restaurant. From there they went to a night
club. While they ate dinner, Roger just had to lay under Kim's toes and cope. It was very
tight and Kim's feet were sweating pretty well, but she was sitting and Roger was able to
handle it. The night club was a different story entirely. Kim was on her feet almost the
entire time. The girls danced and Roger was pounded into submission. Kim's feet grew
sweatier as the night went on. Roger was hot and thirsty, but all he had to drink was
Kim's salty foul tasting foot sweat.
As the night drew on Roger noticed that the little room he had was dwindling. When
he first went under Kim's foot, he was under two toes. Now he was under four toes. He was
slowly growing. How Kim could not feel him, he didn't know.
Finally The three got into Stacey's car. Linda only had one glass of wine, so she
got behind the wheel. "Where to now girls", she said. "The night is
young."
"Let's go back to Stacey's", responded Kim. "These boots are too
tight and my feet are killing me".
"I agree", added Stacey. "I have plenty of wine in the fridge.
"Sounds like a winner", said Linda as she put the car in drive and headed
towards Roger and Stacey's average sized two story colonial.
After Kim entered the house, she immediately removed the boots. It did not take
long for cool air to enter into the opening. It also didn't take long for that cool air to
turn Roger's soaking wet body cold. "I'll run them up", volunteered Linda
picking up the boots. "Stacey, why don't you get us a glass of wine."
"Sure", answered Stacey. "While you're up there, can you bring me
down my fluffy pink slippers.
"You bet", Linda replied with a grin, and ran up the stairs. Once
upstairs Linda dumped the contents of the boot into her hand, and closed her fingers
around Roger. "You are all cold and slimy", She said down to him. "And
what's this, you dirty little man? Turned on by your wife's own friend."
It's true. Roger was turned on. He had a hard on all night long. Being held captive
under a beautiful woman's toes, with his manhood continuously rubbed, would do this to any
man, no matter how uncomfortable he was. Roger was glad he wasn't driven to orgasm by
Kim's toes. He did not want to cheat on Stacey in any way. With Roger's current cold
condition, his hard-on was beginning to weaken.
Linda brought Roger up closer to her face. She held him with her thumb and
forefinger under his armpits. His legs dangled. She then brought her other hand up and
touched Roger's semi erect penis with the fingernail of her baby finger. It immediately
became rock hard. She began gently rubbing his rock hard manhood with her smooth round
fingernail. Roger tried to fight Linda's finger off, but to no avail. "What's the
matter little pervert", Linda whispered as she gently stroked Roger. "I know you
love this. Now tell me, little man, how ever did you get so small." Roger knew he was
not going to hold it much longer, but he did not want to tell Linda how he shrank. Linda
was a chemist for the same company that Stacey worked for. Roger was afraid she might
figure out how to shrink people.
"If you tell me, I'll stop", she teased. Roger wiggled and fought but
would not talk, so Linda continued the manipulation of Roger's throbbing penis. Roger was
about to have an orgasm when Linda stopped. "Are you ready to talk yet", she
asked Roger. Roger only shook his head. "Stubborn jackass", she called Roger.
This time she brought him up to her lips and finished the job.
Linda tasted the salty warm liquid on her tongue. She then removed Roger and
instantly began manipulating his spent and tender organ with her fingernail again.
"Now are you going to talk, or do we do this all night?"
After Roger came down from the throws of his orgasm, he felt humiliated and
violated. After surviving with no orgasm all evening under the toes of a real goddess, He
was reduced to a dirty little cheat by this bitch who was tormenting him. And she showed
no signs of stopping. He could not take this abuse on his sensitive organ any longer.
"Chemicals", he screamed "In the basement."
"What", she asked? Linda stopped and held Roger up to her ear. Roger
repeated what he said into Linda's ear. Linda then continued with her fondling of Roger.
"Next time, you little shit, answer me the first time I ask". Linda walked into
Stacey's closet all the while teasing Roger.
Linda found Stacey's slippers, dropped Roger into one, and put them on herself.
Again, Roger was face to face with Linda's smelly feet. This time, he was laying face down
on top of her toes. Linda spread her first two toes and forced Roger's head between them.
She then closed her toes around Roger's neck. Roger was stuck with his head between
Linda's toes. No matter how hard he fought, he could not pull his head free. It looked
like he was stuck in this position until his wife took her slippers back from Linda.
Fortunately for Roger, the slippers were soft. With each step Linda took, his head
was pile driven into the sole of the slipper. Roger felt the descent down the stairs. His
neck was beginning to ache. His head was held stationary by Linda's toes, but the loose
fitting slippers allowed his body to flop around with each step. "Stacey will want
her slippers back soon", Roger hoped. "When she does, she'll find me and rescue
me from Linda and surely kick her out of the house."
Linda ran down the stairs to find Stacey and Kim sitting on the sofa laughing. Each
had a glass of wine in her hand. "Watcha doin’ Linda", asked Stacey.
"I'll be there in a minute", Linda replied as she walked into the
kitchen. Linda had to find a chance to go downstairs. She had to find out what chemicals
Roger had gotten into. If possible, Linda wanted to shrink Roger down again. He was up to
almost three inches tall and growing fast. She had to get downstairs soon. At the rate
Stacey and Kim were drinking, she knew it was just a matter of time before she got her
chance.
Linda poured herself a glass of wine and joined her friends. They were discussing
the difference between single and married life. Kim was 30 and still single. She had dated
a guy for years, but broke up six months ago. She wanted a man badly, but found most men
were intimidated by her beauty. The ones that weren't tended to be cocky jerks. As long as
Linda kept her foot still, Roger was able to follow the conversation. Linda jumped right
into the discussion explaining how at 25, she dated often. Her problem, she claimed, was
they all wanted one thing. Roger knew that after one date with her, any sane man would
run. He wondered when Stacey would remember her slippers so he could get his face out from
in between the smelly toes of a woman he now despised.
Stacey then began telling the other two about some of her and Roger's exploits. She
talked about romantic evenings they shared. She talked about how the romantic evenings
progressed. She told them secrets that she never would have talked about if she wasn't
getting drunk. Each time Stacey told something juicy, Linda scrunched her toes and drove
Roger's face into the bottom of the slipper. Then Stacey told her friends about how Roger
loved to have his face sat on. She explained to them that she sat on his face for an hour
and a half last week while she talked on the phone. They all laughed when Stacey told
Linda that she was one the calls Stacey made while on Roger's face.
Kim stood up. "I have to go to the ladies room", she said still giggling.
"Go upstairs", Stacey ordered. "I want to show you something".
Both Stacey and Kim ran upstairs. Linda realized this was her chance, so as soon as they
hit the top step she headed for the cellar stairs. Grabbing a sheet of paper and pencil,
Linda went down. Roger really thought his neck was going to break as she went. Linda
quickly found the chemical spill. Some of the mixture was still on the floor. She scooped
it up and deposited the liquid in a baby food jar that she found. She then carefully
looked at the broken bottle labels and wrote down the ingredients of each. Being a
chemist, Linda was sure she new what each chemical was; even the ones with unreadable
labels. After she finished, she ran back upstairs and went into the powder room. Her two
friends were just on their way back into the living room.
Linda removed Roger from the slipper and began searching him for the small cut she
knew he had. Roger did not like Linda flipping him around with her fingers. Finally she
found the small abrasion on Roger's hand. "You call this a cut, you little
sissy", she asked. "Well we'll see if it still works." Under the vanity,
Linda found a Q-tip. She dipped it into the chemical solution then rubbed it onto Roger's
hand. Roger tried to pull his hand away, but of course he couldn't. Linda opened her hand
and was amazed. Roger began to shrink before her eyes. He shrank down to about a half an
inch, and lay motionless in her hand.
Roger realized he was shrinking again. It was a weird sensation. After he stopped
shrinking, he lay still for about a minute with his eyes closed. He was too afraid to open
them. He did not want to see how small he was. Finally, Roger opened his eyes and sat up.
The first thing he saw was the palm he was sitting on. It stretched 40 feet in all
directions. Roger felt like he was sitting on a large trampoline, capable of propelling
him skyward at any moment. The creases and lifelines of the giant palm were like dried
river beds. Then Roger felt a cool moist breeze, He gazed toward the source and jumped
when he saw a set of lips the size of a greyhound bus. A wave of terror filled Roger as he
felt himself rise towards those lips. Closer and closer he went until they filled his
field of vision. The palm he was sitting on did not stop its ascent until it pushed Roger
against and then in between the lips. His movement stopped momentarily, until a giant
tongue wrapped around him and pulled him inside Linda's cavernous mouth.
"Now that I have the secret ingredients, I should swallow the evidence",
Linda said over Roger. She then began to suck on Roger unmercifully. Roger was petrified.
He knew this crazy bitch would swallow him alive. He did not want to die dissolving in
Linda's sour stomach.
Linda hid the baby food jar in the bathroom and reentered the living room. Kim was
rubbing lotion on Stacey's foot. "What are you two doing", Linda asked while
sucking on Roger.
"Kim is just rubbing Vaseline on my feet", Stacey answered. If I don't do
this every night, My feet get really dry. Then I wear socks to bed."
"I'll do the other one", Linda said as she sat on the coffee table next
to Kim. She scooped up some Vaseline and began applying it to Stacey's foot. "You're
feet don't feel dry to me", she said.
Kim finished with the foot she was doing and slid on Stacey's white cotton sock.
She stood up sat on the sofa and yawned. "I'm beginning to get tired"' she said.
Linda finished soon after, but before she put the sock on Stacey's foot, she faked
a sneeze and spit Roger into the sock. While inserting Stacey's foot into the sock, Linda
was able to stick Roger up against the soul of Stacey's foot. The Vaseline held him there
like a fly on flypaper. Roger tried to move and tickle Stacey's foot so she would feel him
and rescue him. Once again he was unable to move. He was now stuck under the arch of his
wife's foot. Roger figured this was probably where he was spending the night. He was
correct.
The next morning the three young ladies sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee
and eating bagels. Stacey still had on the socks she wore to bed. Linda couldn't help but
stare at Stacey's foot, wondering if Roger was still stuck. She also was dying to know if
he grew again. "What's so fascinating about Stacey's feet", Kim asked Linda?
"Oh nothing". she answered and quickly looked away. "So what are you
guys doing today", she asked trying to change the subject?
"How about we do a little shopping", Stacey asked?
"That sounds good to me", Kim replied. "Let's go to the new
mall."
"Great", said Stacey. "How about you", she said turning to
Linda.
"I have to run to the lab for about an hour this morning", she answered.
"I'll catch up with you two later."
"You can use my car", Stacey told her. The mall is only about a fifteen
minute walk."
Linda waited until the other two left. She picked up her notes and the jar of
chemicals and left for the lab. She was so excited. After she learned the ingredients to
the shrinking formulae, there was no stopping her. She would become a millionaire, after
of course she tended to some business. Secretly, Linda was jealous of Stacey. Stacey was
happily married. She was taller than Linda and men always looked at her first. It bothered
Linda that she was supposed to be Stacey’s friend, not Kim. She didn't like it when
Stacey also invited Kim over for the weekend. But what really bothered Linda was the fact
that Stacey held a better position in the company. Linda knew she was smarter and more
qualified than Stacey, But she was always overlooked at promotion time. Ever since Stacey
got her last promotion, Linda secretly loathed her.
Stacey and Kim window shopped mostly. Kim bought a sweater, but Stacey bought
nothing. They did a great deal of walking. And yes, Roger was indeed still under his
wife's sole, and she had no idea. Fortunately, Roger was still small enough that he was
unharmed. Stacey was wearing sneakers that helped to absorb the blow of her walking. He
was having a miserable time, though. He was unable to fathom how Stacey could not feel
him. He was hot. He was hungry. The only liquid he got was again salty foot sweat, which
only made him more thirsty. And although the pounding he was taking wasn't life
threatening, it was wearing his body down. He wondered how much more he could take.
Meanwhile back at the lab, Linda was diligently working on her shrinking potion.
She first analyzed the solution, figuring out exactly what chemicals were in it. She then
figured out the ratio of each chemical in the solution. Testing on lab rats, she optimized
the ratio. Finally she added the needed chemicals to allow the skin to absorb the mixture.
She made a batch and put it in an aerosol canister. She was as happy as she ever was. Her
life was about to change, and so was Stacey's.
Linda left the lab and headed for the mall. She found her friends in the parking
lot. "How nice of you to join us", Stacey barked. "We've been here all day
waiting for you."
"Sorry", Linda replied, "My boss left me an urgent problem. I had to
finish it. Some of us have to earn our promotions."
"What's that supposed to mean", Stacey protested.
"Nothing", answered Linda as she turned back toward the car. "I
didn't mean anything. I'll drive you two back at the house."
Stacey looked at Kim who looked back. They both shook their heads and got into the
car.
By the time they got home to Stacey's house it was 4:00. Kim said she was hot and
sweaty and went upstairs into the bathroom to take a shower. Stacey sat on the sofa and
removed her shoes. She then removed her socks. She rubbed the bottom of one hot smelly
foot , then the other. "Hey, what's this", she explained as she brought
something up to her face. "Oh my God", she shrieked. There is a tiny man in my
sock, and he's still alive. How the heck did - no way - Roger! Oh my God Roger! How did
this happen to you? How long have you been in there? I'm so sorry, but how was I supposed
to know." Stacey was on the verge of freaking out. She went on until Linda stopped
her.
"What is it Stace", Linda asked as if she didn't already know. Stacey
opened her palm to show Linda her tiny husband.
"I can't believe this", She said. "Look at Roger."
"I can", said Linda as she grabbed Roger out of Stacey's hand, then
quickly sprayed her with the solution.
"What are you doing", protested Stacey as she began to shrink. Linda
watched in complete fascination as Stacey shrank. Stacey, on the other hand was paralyzed
with fear. She realized quickly what her so called friend did to her.
Stacey stopped shrinking at about one inch tall. Linda quickly snatched her up.
With Roger's inch tall body in one hand and Stacey in the other, Linda ran upstairs. She
grabbed Kim's sweat pants that were hanging on the door. She then found a needle and
thread and sowed Roger to the seat section of the sweats. She positioned him so he would
press up against the right cheek of Kim. Roger was too beat up to fight. He laid still
while Linda sowed him on. Stacey was next. Linda sowed her screaming struggling tiny body
to the other seat. When she was finished neither spouse could move. "You like
facesitting", Linda tormented. "Let's see how you like being the recipient,
Stace." She then hung Kim's sweats back on the door and waited.
Linda didn't have to wait long at all. Kim stepped out of the shower, dried herself
off, and wrapped the towel around. "Where's Stacey", she asked Linda?
"Stacey had to run into work", Linda answered.
"On a Saturday night? You've got to be kidding."
"We are working on this really sensitive project", Linda explained.
"They call us in on the spur of the moment sometimes, and we have no choice but to
go."
"That sucks", Kim said. I'm glad I work for an insurance company".
Kim didn't just work at an insurance company. She had an executive position with many
people, mostly men, under her. "What are we supposed to do without Stacey."
"Let's order a pizza". Linda answered.
"That sounds fine" said Kim reluctantly.
"I'll order it, and meet you downstairs. What do you like on your pizza?'
"Whatever you want", said Kim as she grabbed for her sweats. "Just
not anything too funky."
Roger and Stacey were hanging up-side-down. Roger knew where he and Stacey were. He
didn't know if Stacey knew. She was screaming and crying. He called to her, but she didn't
answer him. He wanted to help her. He wanted to at least comfort her, but he couldn't.
Roger knew what was in store for he and Stacey when Kim put her sweats on. He was already
numb from his experiences. Stacey was not. She was about to suffer a humiliating and
perhaps painful evening under another woman's backside. After about two minutes of hanging
in Kim's sweats, Stacey began to calm down a little. She was about to talk to Roger when
the sweats began to move. Instantly Stacey began to scream again. Roger felt downward
movement. Stacey screamed, "no!" Roger looked up out of the opening and saw a
foot entering. Stacey screamed, "no no!" Roger looked straight ahead and saw a
heel, then a calf, then the back of a knee. He heard Stacey screaming, "no no
no!" Then Roger slid up the back of a smooth muscular thigh, only to stop inches away
from the most magnificent thing he ever laid his eyes on.
Roger adored Stacey's ass, but the one he was being subjected to now was perfect.
It was plump, not fat, plump and round with smooth soft skin. Roger's head was toward the
bottom of the cheek, where it starts to curve back in towards the thigh. He knew that if
Kim sat, or more like when Kim sat, he and poor Stacey would be completely buried in ass
flesh. Although the sweats were loose fitting, Roger felt his legs and erect manhood
rubbing against Kim's ass. His face was literally inches from her skin. As Kim walked,
Roger watched her ass cheek move from side to side. He had a magnified, larger than life
view of a walking rear end in action. There was nothing more beautiful to Roger in the
whole wide world than a women's ass in action. Despite knowing that soon he would be
suffering under this perfect ass, Roger was in heaven. Stacey on the other hand, was at
the gates of hell.
After putting on her sweatpants and a sweatshirt, Kim headed downstairs. Linda was
already sitting on the sofa. When Kim sat down next to Linda, Stacey's suffering really
began. She was pressed flat and surrounded by Kim's ample ass cheek. She could not move a
muscle or breathe. Stacey didn't know that her shrunken body did not need much air. For
the first few minutes her mind was panicking with fear of suffocation, but that feeling
subsided and a sense of humiliation set in. She wanted this to end quickly, but it did
not. She was forced to lay under her friends ass and just endure.
After long minutes the pressure on Stacey suddenly became lighter. At first she
thought Kim was getting up, but Kim didn't. Kim had crossed her left leg over her right
one. This relieved some of the pressure on Stacey and gave her a chance to breathe. In
turn it made Roger's dilemma worse.
Roger had accepted his fate and was making the best of it. He too was being
smothered in ass flesh. He wasn't too worried about breathing. He figured Kim had to
reposition herself at one point allowing him to catch a breath. After a few minutes Kim
did reposition herself, but not to Roger's advantage. When she crossed her leg, Roger was
buried even further in Kim's Right butt cheek. Roger knew he could take only a few minutes
of this. He needed to breath and the pressure on his tiny body was more than he could
take, but Kim just sat there with her legs crossed. Roger felt himself slipping away. The
fear that took over the calmness he had earlier faded away as Roger passed out.
Forty minutes after Kim unknowingly sat down on the couch with two prisoners under
her ass, the door bell rang. Kim got up to get the pizza. She paid the delivery boy and
dropped the pizza onto the coffee table. She called upstairs to inform Linda that the
pizza had arrived. Linda, who ran upstairs twenty minutes earlier to take a shower, called
back down that she was coming. Kim then went into the kitchen, and opened the fridge.
Stacey had wine, but Kim wanted something stronger. If she had to spend the night with
Stacey's friend Linda, she needed something harder. She closed the refrigerator door and
began searching for the cabinet where Roger kept the booze.
"What are you looking for", asked Linda as she came into the kitchen?
"I want something a little harder than wine", Kim answered. "They
must have something in here."
"Over here in this cupboard". Linda opened it and pulled out an unopened
bottom of vodka. "I'll make us each a screwdriver".
Linda found some orange juice and mixed it with the vodka in two tall glasses. The
girls took their drinks into the living room and sat on the floor in front of the pizza.
In the ten minutes it took for Kim to get the pizza and a drink, both Roger and
Stacey woke up. They would have been better off asleep. No sooner had their cobwebs
cleared, when Kim sat back down again. The floor was much harder than the sofa, and Kim's
captives were really beginning to suffer. They were both once again about to pass out when
Kim slid up onto the sofa. This only prolonged the inevitable. The one breath they were
each able to take kept them conscious for twenty more minutes of agony until they both
passed out.
Kim and Linda watched TV for hours. Kim got up every now and then to get a drink or
look for something to snack on. Stacey and Roger spent hours gasping for any mouthful of
air they could get. Unfortunately for them, air under Kim's ass was a precious commodity.
They each were smothered unconscious time and time again only to regain consciousness when
Kim stood up. She never stayed up for long. Just long enough to revive her prisoners so
their torture could continue.
Linda had her shrinking spray with her all evening. She planned on using it on Kim
too. She wanted three sex slaves of her own. The reason she didn't spray Kim was that she
was enjoying the thought of the couple under Kim's ass too much. Every half hour or so, if
Kim didn't do it on her own, she gave Kim some excuse to stand up. She did not want her
little friends to smother to death. She wanted them alive and suffering.
Linda's only mistake was she had too much to drink and fell asleep on the sofa.
Kim, who also drank too much, saw Linda asleep and decided to go to bed herself. She
turned off the TV and stumbled upstairs.
Roger came to, to find he no longer was being smothered. He was no longer under
pressure. He was no longer under Kim's ass. It took him a minute to figure out just where
he was. Looking up, lying on his back, he saw huge calves and knees and a toilet seat. He
was still in the sweats on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet. Kim still had her
feet in the sweats while she sat on the toilet. Roger watched Kim's hands reach down
towards the sweats. He prepared himself for that upward motion and then more ass torture,
but it didn't happen. Kim removed each sock, stood up, flushed the toilet, and walked out
of the sweats. Roger breathed a sigh of relief. He called to Stacey but she didn't answer.
His relief turned to worry for his wife.
After two minutes of lying on the bathroom floor, Roger realized he had to get out
of these sweats before Linda came looking. He still couldn't move at all. He began working
on the binding holding down his right hand. Slowly his hand became loose and then free.
Once he freed his hand it was a matter of time before his whole body was free. Roger ran
to the other seat and tried to revive Stacey. He untied her and rocked her in his arms
until she awoke. Roger then carried his wife to safety in the bathroom closet where they
could regain their senses.
Once in the safety of the closet, Roger explained to Stacey how Tom had cancelled
on him and he fell into the acid and shrank. He told Stacey how Linda made a shrinking
solution and used it on her. Stacey figured she should begin to grow back soon since she
was only hit with one dose. She couldn't say the same about Roger since he was hit more
than once. "There is one thing I do know for sure", Stacey promised. "That
bitch Linda will pay dearly."
After about thirty minutes in the closet, Roger noticed his wife was growing. Ten
minutes later she was twice Roger's size. From there, she grew quickly and was full size
again in less than an hour. Stacey picked up Roger and carried him into the bedroom. She
put him on the counter while she dressed into panties, a bra, a low cut shirt, and jeans.
She placed Roger in her cleavage. Thanks to the low cut shirt, Roger had a good view. The
heat coming off Stacey's breasts gave Roger the much needed warmth his tiny cold body
needed.
After checking to see that Kim was fast asleep in her bed, nude, Stacey snuck
downstairs to find Linda snoring on the sofa. Next to Linda, wedged into the sofa was the
shrinking solution. Stacey crept up to the sofa and quickly grabbed the bottle. "Come
on, make my day", she said to Linda, but Linda didn't budge. Stacey gave Linda a
poke. She nudged her harder. Finally, Stacey shook Linda. Linda was oblivious to the
world. Roger watched the action from his very comfortable perch between Stacie’s
breasts. Stacey then went through Linda's pockets and found her notes. The chemists at
their company were trained to keep a thorough record of their work. Stacey knew Linda
wasn't very smart, but she did keep good notes.
Stacey went through the notes and found the exact solution in the spray bottle. She
understood the basics totally. How this wasn't invented sooner was a mystery. There was
just one minor addition Stacey wanted to make to the solution. She took out her own pad
and paper and did some calculating of her own. After only twenty minutes she said down to
Roger, "I have it. We need to add a little ingredient that will make the shrunken
person need no air at all. You see, where Linda is going there is no air."
Roger enjoyed the ride down the cellar stairs. He watched Stacey mix three
chemicals together and stir them slowly over a flame. As Stacey leaned over the flame,
Roger had to duck down between the tits he loved to avoid the heat. Finally, Stacey
measured out a small amount of her compound and added it to the solution. "That's
it", she proclaimed and Roger enjoyed another ride up the cellar stairs.
After checking to see that Linda hadn't moved, Stacey put the enhanced shrinking
formulae on the kitchen counter and got herself and Roger something to eat and drink.
"I want the bitch awake when I spray her. I want to see the look on her face when she
sees it's her turn." Roger felt a stirring in his groin thinking about Stacey
punishing Linda. Roger wondered if Stacey really had it in her to go through with her
plans. Normally, he knew there was no chance, but after what Linda put her through she
just might.
Stacey went into the living room with her tiny passenger and went over to the sofa.
When she bent over to nudge Linda, Linda stirred. Stacey remembered she left the solution
in the kitchen and quickly turned and ran in that direction. Roger, who was leaning over
the edge of Stacey's bra to see what was happening fell when Stacey turned and landed on
Linda's lap. Stacey went into the kitchen with no idea she no longer had Roger.
Linda woke with a start. She immediately saw Roger's panicking form and grabbed
him. "How did you get here you little shit", she muttered to Roger. "Never
mind. You're a dead man."
Linda stood up and dropped Roger onto the floor. She immediately kicked off
Stacey's slipper that she still had on and stepped on Roger. She didn't press down hard;
not yet anyway. Linda wanted Roger’s death to be slow and painful. She had Roger's
face between the base of her first two toes. Roger could see Linda's face far above from
between her toes and she looked mad. He knew Stacey would be back momentarily. He hoped he
wasn't crushed in the mean time. Linda saw the fear in Roger's eyes as she slowly began
crushing him to death.
Linda wasn't in the kitchen more than thirty seconds before she realized Roger
wasn't with her. She quickly grabbed the solution and ran into the living room to find
Linda standing and grinding something into the carpet. Linda was so preoccupied in
stepping on Roger that she never saw Stacey coming. Stacey quickly lifted the bottle and
sprayed Linda in the face.
"NO", screamed Linda as she went after Stacey and the bottle. Stacey went
down on her back with Linda on top. Both had their hands on the spray bottle. Roger sat up
and watched the two colossal women roll around on the floor. He got up and ran. He headed
for underneath the sofa before he was rolled over and killed. Linda was finally able to
wrestle the bottle away from Stacey. She stood up, pointed the spray bottle toward Stacey
and began to shrink. She shrank so fast she dropped the bottle before she was able to
squeeze the trigger. The bottle hit the floor in front of the sofa. Unfortunately for
Roger, when the bottle hit the ground, it discharged and Roger was hit with another dose
of the shrinking solution.
Roger who had very slowly grown back to 4 inches was reduced to less than half an
inch tall. The robe Stacey had made for him fell off, and at this size he was literally
freezing to death. The only place Roger could go was inside the slipper Linda had just
stepped out of. He ran for it. Luckily it was laying on its side at the edge of the sofa.
It took Roger a few seconds to travel the 4 inches he had to go, but he made it and
crawled into the warmth of the slipper. The slipper smelled badly of Linda's foot. It also
had the worn in smell of Stacey's foot. After all Roger had been through, he didn't care.
He just wanted to get warm. He went all the way to the tip of the toe section and curled
into a ball.
When Linda began to shrink, she was standing with one foot in Stacey's slipper.
When she finished shrinking, she was about 4 inches tall and was lying unconscious in that
same slipper. Stacey picked up the slipper and sat on the sofa until she caught her
breath. She got on her hands and knees to look for Roger. She knew he was alright because
she had seen him run under the sofa. Stacey looked until Linda began to stir.
Linda woke up screaming. She looked out of the slipper to see Stacey's huge face
looking back down at her. She tried to stand but Stacey shook the slipper and Linda fell
back down. Stacey poked her finger into the slipper and put Linda on her back with her
head in the toe section. While holding Linda's squirming body with her finger, Stacey
lowered the slipper to the floor. "Now its your turn to suffer you worthless little
bitch", she said as she inserted her foot and stood up. Stacey knew that walking on
Linda in her slipper would be painful, but would not harm her. The ingredient she added to
the solution would see to that. Stacey then located her other slipper and slipped it on.
She felt a tiny soft ball under her toe but was too concerned with Linda to pay it much
attention. Linda then went down to the basement again.
Roger knew he was under toes again. He felt like he couldn't buy a break this
weekend. He had seen Linda win the fight and he thought he saw her spray Stacey. He did
not know if Stacey was able to spray Linda before the struggle began. In other words he
didn't know whose toes he was under. For all he knew, both Stacey and Linda may have
shrunk and Kim might have come down and put on the slippers. He only wanted to get warm.
Stacey quickly found a bottle of chloroform and poured a small amount onto a small
towel. She then ran up two flights of stairs, enjoying the feeling of mashing Linda's face
into her toes with each step. She snuck into Kim's room and held the towel over Kim's nose
and mouth. Stacey did not want Kim to wake up while she did what she had to do. She knew
the chloroform would only last about an hour. Stacey then removed Linda from her slipper
and laid her on the bed next to Kim. Before Linda could get up and try to run, Stacey
sprayed her again with the solution. Linda immediately shrunk down again. Now she was only
about a half inch tall and she would remain that size all day and all night.
Linda stood up and realized just how tiny she now was. The bed seemed to go on for
miles. She saw Stacey's giant thumb and forefinger come from above and grab her. Her body
accelerated forward until it was above Kim's stomach. The fingers holding Kim loosened and
Linda fell, landing just below Kim's belly button. She stood and was immediately nudged by
the giant finger toward the hairy bush in front of her. She struggled, but could not stop
being pushed through the jungle to Kim's giant pussy lips. The lips parted ever so
slightly as Linda was pushed inside. Linda was pushed as far into Kim's vagina as she
could go. Stacey's finger withdrew leaving Linda all alone, unable to move or breathe. She
was able to cry, and cry she did.
With the dirty work done, Stacey covered Kim. She kicked off her other slipper and
went into her bedroom. She put on socks and her sneakers and looked at the alarm clock. It
was six in the morning. She went down stairs to put on a cup of coffee and look for Roger.
Stacey made coffee and looked for Roger for over an hour. She couldn't find him
anywhere and was now really worried. She was back in the kitchen when Kim came down and
sat at the kitchen table. "Good morning Stace", she said. "I just had the
most amazing dream. I think I need a cold shower."
"Maybe you're just a hornball", Stacey answered as she turned. Kim had on
the same sweats as last night. The thought of them gave Stacey a cold shiver. Kim also had
on Stacey's fluffy slippers. Stacey looked at the slippers and remembered she had felt
something soft and round in them. Could Roger be in the slippers? If he was, he shrank
again. She would check as soon as Kim took off the slippers.
"Where's Linda", Kim asked.
"I took her home last night", Stacey answered. "What do you want to
do today?"
"I think I just want to go home". Actually Kim was so horny that she
wanted to go home and play with herself. Kim and Stacey ate some breakfast, and Kim went
upstairs to get dressed. Stacey followed her up and waited for Kim to remove the slippers.
When she did, Stacey took the slippers into her bedroom and shook them out. Sure enough,
an even tinier Roger fell into her open palm.
"Oh Thank god", Stacey said. "But now what am I going to do with
you." She once again dropped him in her cleavage. After making sure he could not fall
out again, she went downstairs and waited for Kim.
Kim barely made it through the car ride home without cumming in her pants. She
jumped out of the car and ran into the house. Stacey spent the rest of the day, and most
of the week, with Roger between her breasts. He was happy there. He was warm and
comfortable. Roger and Stacey had great sex that week. Someone called in sick for Linda on
Monday morning. Whomever it was said she'd be out all week.
On Monday night, Kim called Stacey to thank her for the little present she gave
her. After explaining the course of events of the weekend, Stacey sent Kim a small sample
of the solution to keep her new pet small. Kim promised to never tell a soul about the
solution. Stacey never did see Linda again. Rumor had it that she resigned and moved away.
Kim never married but always seemed happy. Stacey and Roger lived happily ever after.
Stacey never did get a patent for the shrinking solution. That's not to say she never used
it.