And I can’t wait to share more. I have always love, love, loved writing the interactions of this couple. Because, it goes dark and deep, with raw, pivoting perspectives, and addiction, as we will learn, is a weapon pointed on both ends. 😉
It’s been a few years for me since I read the original, so I’m looking forward to reading the gruesome psychologia all over again!
Peter eased off the brake and rolled backwards out of the parking spot. He threw the car into drive, and gave the car just a slight bit of acceleration to get the car moving. Mary stared transfixed at the spectacle below as Harold had his turn beneath Peter.
Harold fared a bit better than Barney under Peter’s sandal. He had a fair bit more muscle than his brake-bound compatriot from actually working out, but Peter was the size of a skyscraper to the shrunken muscleman. His real advantage was that Peter didn’t take very good care of his shoes, and the sandal had a slight gash that Harold managed to fit into. It was hardly a welcoming prospect to be jammed in his sole like a grain of dirt, but he was surviving.
Upon reflection, Harold wished he had been a bit more selective with his flings. He had an uncomfortable gut feeling that Mary saw their relationship as something more than FWB when she kept comparing him to her creep of an ex. At first, he thought it was just to set the mood. But as time went on, it became more and more clear that Mary saw him not as a sex patner like he saw her, but as a boyfriend.
It came to a head when Mary found him with this 9/10 cutie he had been putting the moves on for a good hour. Mary caused a huge stink and blew up at him. Harold had enough and told her to never contact him again. It was only a few months later that he would be accosted by her outside the supermarket. Before Harold knew what was happening, Mary had him in her clutches to play her sick games.
Mary watched the tiny man squirm to try and stay safe. She had tormented this bastard over and over again, but had never seen it as a bystander before, watching a shrunken person struggle beneath a completely indifferent and uncaring giant. Mary, in her drunken state, slightly peeled her panties away and slipped her fingers into her sopping wet pussy lips.
Peter was overall very uncomfortable as he took his friend home. Mary had done nothing since he got behind the wheel, except to stare longingly at his toes and drool. He had heard of foot fetishes before, but he hadn’t really even seen anybody ogle his feet before, especially a friend, and especially so blatantly. By the time he had gone down the first block, Mary was already soaking her seat as she masturbated to his toes.
Peter really didn’t know what to do about the situation. Mary was obviously very drunk, and probably wasn’t of as sound a mind as one would want. But the entire ride made him feel dirty. As though he was being forced to take part in something unclean against his will.
Having a woman masturbating in the passenger seat is pretty distracting, so when a blue Honda breezed past the stop sign to get into Peter’s lane, it almost led to a very nasty accident. Harold felt the sandal lift of him rapidly, as it slammed hard onto the brakes, bringing the car to a stop just in time. Peter was very fortunate that he managed to avoid this near-death experience.
Barney was significantly less fortunate. The people by the brake pedals couldn’t see the predicament up above, and had no way of knowing about the near-miss going on above them. He already didn’t fit into the divet in the sole of Peter’s sandal, and when Peter slammed his foot down, he didn’t have any time to react to the descending shoe. One second, he was finally getting a break from getting stepped on. The next, Peter slammed down on him with full force.
He couldn’t take the pressure. Barney splattered like a paint pellet under a steamroller. Even if you looked at what remained of him under a microscope, there wouldn’t be anything left even recognizably human. Barney was left a miniscule stain on the brake pedal of Mary’s car and the bottom of Peter’s sole.
After that close call, Peter tried to keep his eyes on the road. Mary was moaning and panting, turned on by the smudge that used to be a person. But Peter tried to ignore her as he finally got his misbehaved, inappropriate, and intoxicated passenger to her destination.
Harold was shocked to see the state the man on the other pedal was in, but it didn’t matter to him long, as Peter’s foot once again came to rest on him. He squeezed into the tight gap and simply settled in for the rest of the trip. Because Mary lived on top of a pretty steep hill, this would be the final place his foot would rest up until the end of the trip.
Mary spent the rest of the trip fantasizing about Peter doing all sorts of horrible things to these tiny specks. Drowning them in his coffee as he sucked them all down, sitting on them as their little limbs tried to fight against his big tush, even blowing them out the window with a single breath. All without even realizing. Mary reached climax as she finally calmed down.
Peter tried to leave the car, wanting this whole ordeal to just end, but Mary stopped him.
“Thanksh Peder… Thad wash hiccup the beshd ride I’ve eva had~”
She hugged Peter around his neck, her disgusting wet fingers settling on the back of his head. Mary kissed him on the cheek as she stumbled into the house. Peter gets a shiver as he walks back to the bar. He knew that Mary was a blackout drunk and hoped she would wake up tomorrow forgetting anything ever happened. But unfortunately for Peter, as well as the countless shrunken people that would soon be scattered beneath him every day, tonight was going to be a night Mary would never forget. Not for the rest of her life.*
Thank you all for reading. Working on unaware is always pretty fun, and I’m glad my first foot-focused story is finally complete!
But you’re right, if anyone ACTUALLY gave a damn about trafficking and CP then we would have… smartly designed laws put into place, not whacked-out sledgehammers like FOSTA and paternalistic corporate gaslighting because the fat cats know they can’t directly tackle the problem without alienating the folks who actually butter their bread. The emperor has no clothes.
@technomage Thanks. This was a blast to write, and I’m happy it came out as good as it did. It actually started out as a far shorter story, but I kept getting more inspired with more and more ideas until this blossomed into the story you see today.
In truth, I’m going to miss writing this story, but it’s time to move on and give everybody the conclusion to this tale. I’m definitely going to do more long series in the future, but I have a few short story ideas in my head that I can’t wait to get started on.
I have another short story coming down the pipe that I’m pretty excited about, so look forward to that one.
Two very contrasting pieces with a common theme, and I think both are quite sad. An interesting read nonetheless and about the right length I’d say (for me anyway).
In shrinking fantasy fiction, I think what dictates whether a story will work for the reader is the chosen size scale, which was too small for me in this case. That’s no criticism of the writing or the theme of course, it’s just a personal thing (and why many of Minimizer’s stories didn’t grab me for the same reason). I’m aware that many people DO like small size scales, so I’m sure you’ll be just fine with this one.
Bottom line is, did you enjoy writing it? You should always write to please yourself, regardless of anything else.
Personally I try to avoid this side of me but what I usually end up fantasizing about in the darkness is. Also to clarify this is definitely my secret and repressed side, because I have a lot of female friends 3 of which look like if they were shrunk they’d only be slightly bustier than 2000-2014 Barbie dolls. One lets me call her Barbie. I’d be mortified if they read this.
-Anal voring Extremely busty big boobed with hips to match and leaving her in there till she’s encased or ripped apart by a large shit probably the result of eating the non curvy dolls/toys(shrunken women). Also the fantasy of feeling every curve of her body while be shoved in and before she’s encased/entrapped.
-Anal voring 100’s of tiny women so that their butts and boobs end up being like chunks of food and corn riddled on the the outter edge of the shit, probably encasing a “big” doll(3 to 9 inches) who’s butt, boobs, outer hips, head and other bits of body exposed once shit out into a jar.
-Cock vore and girl being eaten/dissolved by sperm, especially some how manage to get a bunch of 4 to 6 inches tall “toys” in there, with their bodies making indents/exodents in the Balls and Shaft. Like their butt and boobs and are clearly visible because the trying to escape or the nuts being stuffed to the brim and their full body outlines are visible, and their only hope for space is to not be the girl who turns/disdolved into cum first. Also the idea of a SW or multiple stuck in the shaft being crushed into paste Simply by it Harding on its own is really arousing.
-The weirdest thing I am into is what I will deem “goddess Barbie” or “hyper violent Dominatrix Barbie who loves squishing tiny women” this usually involves women being shrunk to Ant size to 1/2 inch tall and either forced to worship Barbie or, and eventually, be squished either under Barbie’s foot or being squished into one of the logo’s in Barbie’s butt. The other Two Scenarios are evil AI or magically Sentient Barbie who has the power to shrink women, and does so either because she just wants to torture adult women or because she’s Yandere doll some nerd built to be a temporary girlfriend but she won’t let him date and shrinks and captures any potential female friends of his, or even female friends and family members. Last one being a giantess scenario where Barbie grows through absorbing souls via crushing people, she’ll start off shrinking them to end up growing to human size eventually and eventually after that planet size etc…
-Hormone shrinking, boy’s Testosterone shrinks women around them slowly, either 1mm a minute for every woman around him, in like a 10 to 20 ft radius around him, or 1 inch per second if he’s aroused for rapid shrinking also 10 to 20ft radius around him. These fantasies usually end in a doll collection where they stop shrinking at areas varying between 1 and 3 inches and just being invulnerable unwilling masturbation dolls, to being eaten by a half sentient penis that shrinks the girls so it can eat them, to the guy having to anal vore them as storage or the easiest ways of getting rid of toys he(or I) is(am) bored with along with eating the ones he just does not feel like shoving up his rectum.
Honestly there is more than that, but those are my grossest fantasies