Chapter 12
Mark entered his bedroom slowly and
found what use to be a throw pillow for his bed on the floor. It was now big enough to fit his whole
body, so he climbed up on it and lay back staring at the ceiling. His feelings were confusing now. On one hand, he still hated being so
small and resented how Julie had humiliated him. It made him feel so
insignificant. Plus, no
matter how much he fought and argued with her, he couldn’t win. On the
other hand, he was starting to feel somewhat attracted to Julie’s newfound
confidence and sense of control. He
was always attracted to those features in a woman, but when he first me Julie,
she had a much lower opinion of herself and it was a turnoff to him. Besides, back then, he was just
looking for a roommate. What
it boiled down to was that he liked the changes that he saw in Julie’s
personality, but didn’t like the fact that the changes occurred at his expense.
His thoughts were interrupted by the
sound of the bathroom door opening and closing, followed by the deep booming
sound of Julie’s giant Feet on the hard wood floor in the hallway. He had memorized Julie’s walking
rhythm not so much by choice but because he heard it constantly when she was
home. The sounds grew
louder as she passed his door and faded as she continued by. He closed his eyes as he thought of
what one of those steps would do to him if it landed directly on top of
him. The next image that
popped into his mind was Kelly. How
he despised her. It was her
fault that he shrank in the first place and she didn’t appear the least bit
concerned. He remembered
the image of her pointing her finger in his face. He would have broken it if he
could. But that was the
irony. She could actually
break his whole body in half if she wanted to. He vowed to get revenge when he
returned to normal. But
that was the kicker. There
was no end in sight. He
could be this way for a long time and it was becoming painfully clear that his
quality of life depended solely on Julie’s decisions. He was realizing that by keeping Julie
happy, life would be easier than if she is pissed at him. He had first hand evidence of that.
Mark slid off the pillow and started
pacing. He was trying to
think of something that he could do, at his size, which might impress
Julie. He certainly didn’t
want to try something that she didn’t like because that could backfire. She might actually get angry if she
doesn’t like what he does and that could result in punishment. He cringed at the thought of being put
back into the cage or trapped inside Julie’s used stockings. The only thing he could think of was
how she seemed to totally enjoy it when he was putting lotion on her
Feet. It was such a
demeaning job, though. Caring
for her Feet like he was a slave or something. It was so humiliating. But, at least he was sure her Feet
were clean now that she had taken a shower and after all, he felt he had to try
something. So he decided
that he would ask her if he could put some powder on them this time and act
enthused about it.
Julie was sitting on the couch
watching TV in her robe when Mark entered the room. She didn’t see him walking toward
her. She was thinking about
how much she had enjoyed playing with Mark earlier. The way he clung to her fingers under
water when she placed her hand in the sink gave her such a sense of
power. She controlled the
whole situation. And Mark seemed to respond without as much resistance as
usual. She figured he was
probably too scared to argue which brought a slight smile to her face. She was satisfied that the question of
“Who’s in charge” had been answered. Mark
saw her smile and figured it was because of something on the TV. Julie was sitting with her Legs
crossed. One Foot was flat on the ground and the other was suspended about
an inch higher that he was tall. He
stopped a moment to study her. He
watched as her Hand gently stroked her hair behind her Ear and rested gently on
her Knee. After a few
minutes, he decided that getting caught staring might spoil his plan so he
walked over to her bag of lotions and polishes that was next to the sofa. The hard part now was asking
her. He couldn’t believe he
was actually going to have to ask her permission to put powder on her
Feet. She must have heard him looking in the bag because just when he was
about to chicken out, she looked down at him and cleared her throat. Mark jumped back startled. “Hello there”, she said smiling down
at him. “Lose something, or
just have dry skin?” she joked. “Umm, no, I was…just…”, he
stammered. “You were
just what?” she interrupted, raising an eyebrow. Mark swallowed hard and took a deep
breath. “I…I was just going
to ask you, since you just took a shower, if you would like me put some powder
on your Feet.”, Mark said nervously. Julie
was completely caught off guard and asked, “You want to do WHAT?!” Mark stepped back, fearing he may have
made a mistake and replied, “I’m sorry, I wanted to put powder on your Feet, if
that’s OK but if it’s not, I can do it another time.” Julie couldn’t believe her ears. She looked away speechless. Finally she looked down at Mark and
said in disbelief, “You actually WANT to put powder on my feet?” Mark wasn’t prepared for a discussion
and fumbled for words. This
was totally embarrassing for him to have to continue asking but he swallowed
hard, holding back his pride. He
was trying to be convincing. “Yes
please, but only if you want me to”, he continued. Julie was still stunned by Mark’s
request but didn’t want to scare him off. “Sure, of course, I love powder on my
feet. But how did YOU know
that I liked it?” she asked curiously. Thinking quickly, he replied, “I
saw it in your bag the other day with the lotion.” “Well, at least your memory hasn’t
shrunk”, she said smiling down at him. Mark
began to blush. “I’m curious. What
did I do to deserve this treat?” she asked. “Oh, nothing. In particular, I just
thought it was the least I could do for you after all you’ve done for
me.” His words did not
express his true feelings but he could see that Julie liked what he was
saying. Julie was completely surprised, but delighted, at Mark’s apparent
change in attitude. It
boosted her sense of control and she wanted to hear more. “I have to admit, Mark, this is quite
a change from the way you’ve been acting lately.” He wished the conversation could end
but felt he needed to keep going to sound sincere. “Well, I’ve done some thinking and I
realize now that this whole thing is probably hard for you too. And I should be more appreciative of
all you do for me.” He was
really laying it on thick now and Julie was soaking every word in. She needed one more power rush. “Mark”, she paused, “Are you afraid of
me?” He thought for a
moment and answered, “Well, I’m afraid to make you angry at me. I’m so small. You could do anything you want to
punish me.” That was
probably the most truthful answer he gave yet. Julie had heard enough and was ready
for her foot rub. “That’s
true”, she smiled, trying to tease, “And don’t you forget it.” She giggled at her own joke but Mark
didn’t think it was funny. “Here,
I’ll get the powder for you.” Mark
backed away from the bag as Julie’s giant Hand descended in front of
him. Her Hand looked soft even at its gigantic size. Each Fingernail was neatly manicured
and painted. But it was
still a Hand that could crush the life out of him with little effort. The Hand reached into the bag,
searched around a little and emerged with a small container of baby
powder. It was small to
Julie, but to Mark it was half his height. He could have never lifted it out of
the bag by himself. Julie
placed the powder on the coffee table. She
had noticed how intently Mark had watched her hand the whole time and it made
her smile. Julie placed
both hands on the couch and lowered herself so that she was sitting in front of
it with her legs stretched out in front of her. She adjusted her robe once she was
seated. Mark watched in
amazement. Such a huge
movement was amazing at his size. “What’s the matter”, Julie asked as she
watched his expressions. “Nothing.”,
he replied. “You look surprised.” “Well,
its just that watching you move like that, at my size, well…you know,
its….” “I understand,
Mark”, she interrupted, “you don’t have to explain.”
The Foot that was in front of him
minutes before was now yards away, to him. “I’m waiting”, she said. Taking his cue, Mark walked toward her
Feet while Julie placed small pile of powder between them. Mark watched her and could see the
anticipation in her actions. He
could tell his idea was working. There
was no turning back now even if he wanted to. She was definitely into this. When he reached her Feet he stood
between them in front of the pile of powder Julie had poured for him. Julie looked down at Mark between her
feet. The thought of this
little man practically begging her to service her feet was exciting. It made her feel so powerful, like a
queen whose subjects wanted only to please her. In this case, though, there was only
one subject.
Mark stood between the giant Feet,
looking at the powder. A
Toe was just a few feet from each side of his head and he could see out of the
corner of his eye that Julie was slightly wiggling them in anticipation. “You’re a size eight”, Julie said,
breaking the silence. “What?”,
he shot back, confused. “You’re
head almost reaches the top of my big toe and I wear a size eight shoe. See for yourself”, she said pointing
at her toe. He looked at
her Toe and it was true, “So?” “That
makes you a size eight”, she couldn’t help but giggle. “Very funny, Julie.” She wasn’t making this any easier for
him, adding, “Well, I think it is.” “Well
you’re not the one who’s a size eight”, he said loudly, feeling the anger grow
inside him. “No. I’m not”,
she shot back staring directly at him without smiling this time. She was on a power trip now and he was
responsible for it. Her
words reminded him of why he was standing between her Feet to begin with, and
he didn’t want to start an argument. He
figured the only way to avoid one was to just get started so he reached his
hands in to the powder and started rubbing the ball of her left Foot. “Mmmm”, she moaned as she tilted her
head back, “That feel’s so good.” This
was the reaction he was hoping for, so he continued rubbing her Feet, listening
for her moans as a sign of reassurance. The ball of her Foot had a light
callus, as did her big Toe. As
he moved across her Foot, he noticed a bigger callus in the middle of her
Foot. He figured all of
these were the result of high heels. He
stopped at each callus to examine it. “You
can soften those up later. Keep
rubbing”, Julie said softly, completely absorbed in the situation. Not wanting to break the mood, he did
as he was told and continued putting powder between her Toes, careful not to
miss any spots. The moans
from above continued. As he
rubbed between her big Toe and second Toe, he heard her whisper, “Oooo, right
there.” Every once in a
while, a moving Toe knocked him backward, but he would continue without
hesitation, thinking that it was just a reflex action. Julie couldn’t tell if having her feet
rubbed or if having them rubbed by a tiny man under her control was more
exciting. Definitely the
combination of the two was ecstasy. Sometimes,
she would move her toes on purpose, pushing him away, only to feel him continue
rubbing. Something about doing that made her feel good. And he never complained.
Mark continued rubbing the arch of
her Foot. This was the
softest spot and he spent the most time there with no argument from
above. To get all of her
Foot, he had to get on his knees. Somehow,
kneeling in front of her giant Foot didn’t help him feel any less
humiliated. In fact, it
only accentuated the size difference as he stared up at her Toes. Once
again his thoughts turned to what this Foot could do to him if he were ever
caught under it. This made
him rub with even more enthusiasm than before, which in turn brought on more
moans from Julie. Without
lifting her head, Julie peaked down to see Mark kneeling in front of her foot
staring up at her toes as he rubbed her arch more intensely. A sense of control and domination
flowed through her body as she closed her eyes and enjoyed.
As he knelt down trying to make sure
that he covered Julie’s heel, he peeked around her Foot at her Ankle. He continued to rub as he followed her
Leg up to her Knee. As he
continued up her Leg he suddenly noticed that he was able to see under Julie’s
robe right at her Crotch. His
mouth dropped open at the sight. The
vision of such a huge Pussy in front of him almost put him into a trance and
without realizing it, he stopped rubbing her Foot. Julie was totally enjoying her foot
massage when suddenly she noticed that Mark had stopped. She gave it a minute but she didn’t
feel anything and she wasn’t ready for him to stop. She thought that maybe he needed more
powder and opened her eyes to see if this was the case. What she found instead was a little
man on his knees staring at her crotch. “Mark!”,
she yelled, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her booming voice startled Mark as he
immediately looked up to see an angry Julie. He realized he had made a big
mistake. His whole idea was
about to backfire on him. “You
little shit!” she hissed, “You planned this whole thing just to look at my
crotch, didn’t you? All
that stuff you said was just lies, wasn’t it?” “But…Julie”, he stammered, almost
frozen in fear. “You’re pathetic, you know that?”, she added, and jerked
her foot forward knocking him over onto his back. She quickly stood up from the floor as
Mark began trembling in fear. He closed his eyes and thought about how he
had been so stupid when things were going so good. He heard two big thumps and realized
that Julie had stood up. When
he opened his eyes he saw her towering over him staring down at him. “I can’t believe you, Mark. I really thought you were sincere”,
she said disappointed and furious at the same time. “No, Julie, you don’t
understand”, he begged. “Oh
I understand perfectly, and I don’t want to hear any of your lame excuses
either”, she commanded, taking a step toward Mark. Mark saw the advancing Foot and yelled
desperately, “No, Julie, please I’m sorry.” Julie stood with Mark directly
between her feet. Ignoring
his pleas, she raised her left foot, which was covered with powder, and held it
over Mark. “Julie, no,
you’ll crush me!” he pleaded. “You’re
the one who wanted my feet, now you can have my whole foot, on top of you”,
Julie said angrily as she lowered her foot on top of Mark just enough to knock
the breath out of him. Gasping
for air, Mark began to pound on her big Toe from the side. His head was between
her big Toe and second Toe. As
he stared upward, he noticed an expression of satisfaction mixed with the anger
on the giant Face. “You can
look at my crotch now all you want. Go
on, look. That’s what you
wanted, isn’t it?”, she added sarcastically. It was true that he could see her
Pussy even better from where he was but his main concern now was taking a
breath and getting the Foot off of him and the Toes out of his face. Seeing that he was about to pass out,
Julie raised her foot and squatted down over him, totally aware that she was
giving him an even bigger view of her pussy, but she was feeling superior at
the moment watching him cough and try to catch his breath. Mark turned on his side when he felt
the Foot rise off of him and gasped for air. After a couple of minutes, he
was breathing normal again, but had not looked up yet. Julie wanted Mark
to face her and was getting tired of waiting so she used her finger to roll him
onto his back. Mark felt
the force of her Finger roll him over. It
was useless to resist, but he kept his eyes closed. “Look at me!”, Julie boomed. Mark did nothing. “I said, look at me, right now!”, she
repeated very deliberately. Realizing
he had no choice, he slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring up at a
Julie’s giant face and pussy. He knew better than to stare at her crotch,
though it was tempting. “You
just earned yourself some time in the cage”, Julie reprimanded. The word “cage” echoed in his
head. “No way, I’m not going in there again”, Mark shot back as he got up
to run, leaving his tiny robe behind. Julie
watched as the tiny naked Mark got up and started to run. She shook her head slightly and
reached out and grabbed him. It
only added to her anger when he tried to run. Mark felt the tight grip of the Hand
realizing he was trapped. He
began pounding on the huge Fingers as he heard the cage door open and he was
dropped inside. Julie
closed the cage door and locked him in leaning over saying, “You’re never going
to learn, are you?” and walked away. “Julie!
No, please don’t leave me in here”, he begged as she ignored him and walked
away. His screams and
banging on the cage went unheard.
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