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By Carbonara
When you’re shrinking, it
doesn’t feel like you’re getting smaller. It feels like everything around
you‹including the furniture‹is growing. I was staring at Michelle and watching
her grow. Her eyes met mine and she smiled at me as she watched me shrink.
Then, suddenly, her behavior
became rather strange.
She suddenly whipped a
fashion magazine off the shelf, crossed her legs, and began to read, almost
seeming to have lost interest in me.
In my mind, her words echoed:
"If you love me, you’ll do it. Take the pill. Just for half an hour, Phil.
You know how much I’ve fantasized about this..." How could I resist her
soft brown eyes and imploring voice? She was particularly beautiful at that
moment, and I melted. I popped the pill with a Coke and, within five minutes,
with no sensations whatsoever, it began. She looked at me again, and then
turned back to her magazine.
"Yoo-hoo," I called
out. "I think I’m almost done. I think I’m just about six inches
now."
Her eyes flickered up from her magazine.
"Yes, just passing six, I’d say."
The world continued to grow.
"Hey, do you think
something might have gone wrong?"
She looked at me and smiled. "Everything’s
going just fine."
"But I’m still shrinking!"
She stood up and walked over
to the chair where I’d been sitting, and on which I was now standing. By any
standards, she was a tall girl – a good 5’10", and she usually wore shoes
or sandals with heels. When we went out, she stood a good few inches taller
than me, and I enjoyed that. Everyone always stared at us.
She walked right up to the
chair, and I found myself looking at her knees. She was in a fetching pair of
short shorts and heeled sandals, and I found myself staring down at what seemed
like endless miles of bare leg.
"You’re just about done, I think."
"This isn’t six fucking
inches!" I yelled, but by this time
she couldn’t hear me; I was too small.
She knelt down and looked me
straight in the eyes. Her face loomed before me like a highway billboard.
"You see, Phil, I’ve lied to you. I lied to you about the pill. Not six
inches, Phil. One inch. And it’s not reversible."
I didn’t say anything.
"Oh, and Phil... When I
said I forgave you for sleeping with my sister... I lied too." She smiled:
a sweet, angelic smile, with no discernible trace of irony. I looked at her
beautiful face as she puckered her lips into an air kiss.
Then two perfectly manicured nails closed in
on me, one on either side; she had picked me up lightly between finger and
thumb, and was carrying me into the bedroom. She held me up on top of her shoe
rack. She was a rich girl, and also did modeling work which sometimes paid in
products: there were dozens and dozens of pairs. She finally selected a pair of
high-heeled loafers, and dropped me in.
The floor was sloping; I
rolled down into the semi-darkness of the toe. "Sentimental
value, Phil. Remember? The shoes I wore when we first fucked." She
carried me out to the car and placed the shoe on the passenger seat. "Ah,
yes, before I got fucked. Really fucked."
There was a strong leathery
smell in the toe of the shoe, but little else. I tried making my way up to the
heel section for some air and to see where we were going. I had got up to the
tongue and saw "Made in Italy" and her shoe size, 10, before the car
went over a bump and I tumbled back down again. I must say that the inner sole
of the shoe was well-cushioned. Then again, she had always believed in
comfortable shoes.
Her voice floated down to me.
"So guess what, Phil. While you were fucking around, so was I. You’ll like
him. I know you will. You’ll get along so well."
The ride lasted about thirty
minutes. We went over a couple of humps; then there was the sound of a
mechanical garage door closing, and the light went dim. The sequence seemed vaguely
familiar to me, and as she picked up the shoe in which she had imprisoned me, I
realized why: she had taken me to a motel.
Up a flight of stairs; I
heard a door close, locks being jiggled, a door chain set into place.
Fluorescent interior lighting filtered in through the entrance of the shoe. I
heard two voices: one male, one hers. I felt the shoe being set down on a hard
surface. The floor?
"Okay, Phil. Come on
out."
The entire floor lurched
upwards; I clawed desperately for a handhold. Then I realized that the shoe had
been tilted on its side. I scrambled to my feet and walked out. This is what I
saw.
A huge pair of feet clad in
black, strappy sandals, rising above me, endless legs
rising like a building before me; and, in the distance, like an apparition, her
face watching me with some amusement.
At this moment I panicked. I
ran to her feet, clambered onto the ledge that was the edge of her sandal, and
threw myself on her toes. "Please! Please! I just want to be put back. You
can leave me, hate me -- whatever."
She turned to someone and
said: "He appears to be having a conversation with my toe."
I dimly began to be aware of the other
presence‹I couldn’t make out a person at first. Then I realized that the two
enormous black buildings were a pair of high-cut basketball shoes. Size was a
difficult thing to judge just then, but I estimated them to be fairly large ‹a
size 14, at least. The boy himself was well over six feet.) "Let me
introduce you to Jay, my dear."
There was a sound behind me,
and her entire foot swung out of the sandal‹with me wedged between her big and
second toes. She said dreamily: "Remember when we were together my dear --
and oh, by the way, have I mentioned it before? We’re breaking up. Where was I?
Yes... two things I never thought was quite fair. I
always like my toes licked."
She stretched out her legs,
with me squirming between her toes. The soft skin between her toes rubbed
against my back as I wriggled; somehow I became aroused. Suddenly her other
foot came at me and pressed itself against my face. Her feet were incredibly
soft but powerful.
"Yet," she
continued, "you always wanted blowjobs."
With that she lifted her foot
and put me down on something warm and soft. I leapt to my feet and tried to
work out where I was; it didn’t take me long. Her boyfriend had meanwhile taken
off his clothes and stretched out on the bed; I was standing on his pubic area.
Michelle looked and me,
smiled, and said: "You’ve never understood what it’s like to give a
blowjob, do you?"
She never took her eyes off
me as she moved across to his dick and took it in her mouth, as delicately as
though she were eating pasta at some fancy restaurant. The ground heaved as the
blood started flowing into his penis. "It’s a matter of technique, you see‹"
"Michelle!" I
yelled. "I love you! Why are you doing this to me?"
"...if you can’t take
the whole thing in your mouth, which is hard with Jay her, since he’s a good
nine inches long, you have to use your tongue a lot. Watch."
The cock was standing straight
up right now, and towered above me like a building. Michelle’s tongue darted at
me and picked me up; I was in her mouth. She went down on him and sucked him
hard. When I left her mouth, I was sitting on top of his erect penis, my naked
ass lodged in his piss slit. A hand came and rubbed at the dick a couple of
times. It was Jay’s. I clung on for dear life, afraid of falling off‹it seemed
a long way down.
Her voice again: "I
believe in safe sex, don’t you?"
She lifted me off his monster
dick and put me on a surface. I tried to stand up, and slipped on my bum.
Vaguely round... I realized what it was. It was a condom, and I was sitting
right in the middle of it. "You never liked condoms, Phil... maybe this
will be a slightly different experience for you. Remember, it’s only slightly
desensitizing." And with that, she lifted me up, condom and all, and
slowly unrolled it over her new boyfriend’s cock. I found myself jammed into
the pointy bit at the end, the reservoir, staring at a malevolent, cyclops-eye: his piss-hole.
No, she wouldn’t let this
happen, would she?
The air already felt stale
inside; the silicon walls clung so tightly to his engorged penis that there was
absolutely no oxygen. Then I saw her pussy lips approaching through the
translucent scrim, as though I were in the nose of some bomber, and then it was
all dark.
Movement. Forward, backward. Forward, backward. Faster. Faster. And faster.
I wanted it to be over; yet I
knew that when he blew...
I could feel every sensation
of her vagina, that mouth, that cave. I could feel its
walls, it warmth, its pulsations. I had never felt so sensitized to her, not
even when I was fucking her myself. Strangely enough, I felt like I was the one
fucking her, I was making love to her cunt with my
whole body, although actually I was only an appendage on the tip of someone
else’s cock. I was just along for the ride.
But what a ride it was.
Faster,
now, and faster. I felt her
contract around me, rhythmically. Even in the depths of the darkness, I could imagine
her beautiful face rapt in ecstasy, I could envision
the expression on it. I could feel her knuckles clenching, her toes curling.
She came in waves, squeezing
hard around me. I jammed my tiny penis against the silicon wall of the condom
and fucked it, and came immediately, a little smudge of sperm against the wall.
And then finally he came:
bursts and bursts of warm goo all around me, seeping
into every crevice of my body, filling my eyes and ears and my mouth. I
swallowed mouthful after mouthful as I gasped for air. And yet he kept on
coming.
I blacked out.
End