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Chapter 6: Clean Up

Wilma stepped out of the room for half a second, only to return with a vacuum cleaner. Gabriella tried screaming up at her to get her attention before she turned on the noisy vacuum, but she didn’t have a chance before the machine whirred to life. The vacuum surged forwards.

Gabriella ran. Her custom made high-heel shoes were hardly fit for running with, so she kicked them away and sprinted off. She looked behind her to see the mechanical monster devour her shoes and make a beeline for her position. The vacuum reached her in short order and gripped the edge of her dress. The vacuum tried to pull her in, but as long as Gabriella stood up straight, it couldn’t suck her in. While two inches was certainly small, it wasn’t that small. But a new problem emerged as she was violently dragged backwards Wilma brought the vacuum back so she could get into a tight corner. In Gabriella’s haste to get away, the part of the dress caught in the ravenous cleaning equipment ripped away from the rest of the dress.

The vacuum didn’t come forward, but instead turned. Gabriella had a moment to breath until she saw a large shadow rise over her as Wilma’s foot came over her. She kicked into gear, but wasn’t able to get away.

Part of the safety stipulations proposed is that Wilma would wear snow shoes as she cleaned the house. That way, her weight would be spread out along a greater surface area and would potentially reduce the pressure her weight would cause if she accidentally stepped on a shrunken person. This decision saved Gabriella’s life as she was only pinned by the snow shoe instead of smashed under it.

The second Wilma stepped off of her, Gabriella scrambled away to her bed again and hid beneath it. The bed was a bit low to the ground, so she figured the hungry metal beast wouldn’t be able to reach her beneath it. From there, she planned to wait out the cleaning and try to get Wilma’s attention afterwards.

As Gabriella watched the floors get vacuumed clean, Wilma made her way to one of the chest of drawers. She realized exactly how precarious her position was when Wilma brought the vacuum hose to clean beneath the drawers. The vacuum proper was built not to suck in larger pieces of debris, but the hose wasn’t. The reason all the sheets were taken off the bed and not replaced was so her bed linens wouldn’t be sucked into the hose. She knew if she stayed put, then she would be sucked in.

Taking her opportunity to leave as Wilma cleaned beneath Teddy’s nice chair, she made a mad dash for the already cleaned chest of drawers. Wilma almost stepped on her again, but she dodged the oncoming foot and got into a safe, clean hiding spot. A shiver went down her spine as she watched Wilma clean beneath the bed. Gabriella felt lucky to be alive.

When Gabriella finished vacuuming, she went to go get the replacement sheets for the bed when she saw a strange man coming down the hallway.

“Oh hi! You must be the new cleaning lady! Nice to meet you!’

“Hello, er…”

“Theodore. Theodore Snoww, I think we talked over the phone the other day.”

“Oh, so you’re Theodore, I imagined you would be … well … smaller?”

“Yeah, you don’t really see many 6’4” people around places that aren’t basketball courts. If you want to see somebody small, you should see my wife. I think our friend told you about it, right? Huge industrial accident. Shrank her down to only about this big.”

Teddy put his hands almost together showing how small his wife was. Wilma froze in place. Teddy, meanwhile, was admiring the job Wilma did with the fresh bed linens.

“Wow, would you look at that? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten these sheets this white! It’s like they’re three whole shades brighter! What sort of cleaner did you use?”

It was true. The sheets were almost as white as Wilma’s face as every speck of color drained out of it. Wilma only realized now how badly she screwed up. Disaster scenarios played in her head until she finally couldn’t take it any more.

“Um… Maybe I should go check on Mrs. Snoww, you know, just to introduce myself.”

“Sounds like a great idea! If you’ll need me, I’ll be in my office.”

Wilma ran the vacuum back into the room and slammed the door. Gabriella watched from beneath the chest of drawers as Gabriella ripped the vacuum bag out of the vacuum and desperately scanned its insides.

“Mrs. Snoww, I am so sorry!”

Gabriella realized that Wilma finally figured out her mistake and ran up to her trying to get noticed. Prodding her ankle, Wilma almost jumped out of her skin. She saw the miniature woman standing at her feet with a ripped dress and no shoes and turned a bright red.

“Mrs. Snoww, I …”

“I want to speak to my husband.”

A few minutes later, both Gabriella and Wilma were standing in front of Teddy, both clearly embarrassed as he sat there guffawing at the situation.

“Well, at least it sounds like the safety precautions we put in place worked. Good job, Wilma! I look forward to seeing more from you in the future.”

To say that Wilma was shocked to hear she still had a job. The only person more surprised was Gabby.

“I’m sorry, what? Teddy, I was scared for my life!”

“You’re being over-dramatic. It was an innocent mistake and she apologized already. It wasn’t like you were in any real danger, since we had so many safety features in place. She did an excellent job with everything else, and I think you should be willing to give her a second chance. Besides, if you were really scared, you should have made more of an effort to let Wilma know you were there!”

Gabriella was livid. She had done everything she could think of to make Wilma notice her, and the danger certainly felt real to her, but Teddy wasn’t having any of it. Wilma awkwardly shuffled out of the room to prepare lunch as Gabriella stood on Teddy’s desk in a cold sweat.*

Looks like Wilma is here to stay! What sort of new adventures are in store for our herione? Tune in next chapter to find out!

I’d love to hear what everybody thought about this one. It’s been a pretty hotly anticipated chapter. I’ve gotten a lot of wonderful feedback from the community recently and wanted to thank you all for your kind words.

Part 2: Homeward Bound

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!

PART 1: Start Your Engine

Mary wasn’t exactly the most fortunate in love. She put too much of herself into every relationship far too early. She had already had two ex-boyfriends, which hadn’t worked out for their own separate reasons.

Her first boyfriend was Barney. Barney was a bit clingy, and didn’t really give her much in the way of personal space. He always disapproved when she went out with friends, and continued to claw his way into every facet of her life. It finally got to be too much for her, and she broke up with him.

Harold, on the other hand, was a hardcore player. There wasn’t a second of the day Harold didn’t have a woman clinging to his arm. He gave her the space she needed after being in a couple with Barney, but it was hardly a happier relationship. Waitresses would hit on them at any restaurant they visited. His coworkers would flirt with him regularly. It was all very stressful for Mary. Her last straw was when she learned Harold was still sleeping with one of his exes. When she confronted him about it, he blamed her for not being good enough to satisfy him. He even broke up with her on the spot!

Because she had so little luck in love, she always had an excuse to drink, and Mary was hardly the most responsible drinker in the world. Therefore, it was no surprise when she ended her night at Maurice’s Moonshine Bar far too intoxicated to drive. As she stumbled out into the parking lot fumbling with her car keys, her friend Peter stopped her.

“Hold up, Mary! You can’t go home like that! Here, let me call you a taxi…”

“Idsh fiiiiiiiine, I - hiccup I only live a few blocksh down thad way…”

Mary pointed in a vague direction that Peter knew wasn’t the direction of her house. Peter knew that Mary clearly wasn’t in a state of mind to start driving. Mary dropped her keys trying to pick them up, so Peter picked them up.

“Heeeeeyyyyyy, give thoshe ba- hiccup back I need thoshe …”

“Here, why don’t I drive you home? You get in the passenger’s seat, and I’ll drive you home.”

Something kicked into Mary’s inebriated mind that sent her on the defense. “No, you can’d my car ishn’d cleaaan…”

“Come on, Mary. I’m sure it’s not that bad…”

“Shdoooooop!” Mary said as she fiddled with her brooch.

Mary had a secret that not many people knew about. When she was younger, Mary had dabbled in the teachings of some fairly arcane tomes. She always had a fascination with the mystical, and had used her knowledge to some very dark ends. Unfortunately for her exes, Barney and Harold had become victims to her dark sorcery. Using this brooch as a sink for the universal energy she wanted to harness, she shrank her two exes down to an inch tall. This particular day, she had tied them to her acceleration and brake pedals on her car. She knew that if Peter saw them, her secret would be blown.

Desperate to make the brooch do something about the problem, but too drunk to do anything particularly clever with it, she finally got something to work. She made her way to the passenger seat. At first, she thought she had successfully teleported them away until a slight movement caught her eye. It turns out that the pair hadn’t actually gone anywhere, they had just become even smaller. So small that if Mary hadn’t already known they used to be there, she would have never realized they were there currently.

Mary was snapped out of her staring by the sound of the ignition starting. Peter eased his grey sandal onto the brake pedal as he changed the car into reverse and released the emergency brake.

Barney was having a rough day to say the least. Mary had been tormenting him all day on her way to complete her errands. The soles of her ruby high-heel shoes would mash against his legs and chest as she drove. Occasionally she would press down on him with her heel. Sometimes she would even slip out to press her nylons into his face. His only reprieve would be when she left the car to grab groceries, drop off the dry cleaning, etc.

To make matters worse, there was another guy in the car on the accelerator pedal. Apparently, since Mary left him, the little slut had gotten with some two-bit muscle man that slept around on her. While Barney was glad Mary had gotten her heart broken for being a brainless bimbo and running around like he warned her not to, he still didn’t want to have the fact that Mary was seeing other people shoved in his face. It was Mary’s fault for not seeing that he was perfect for her, so why was he being punished?

Barney wasn’t sure what Mary was planning when he and the other guy in the car with him shrunk. He was even more confused when he saw her get into the passenger’s seat. But as soon as Peter stepped into the car, he knew what was going to happen. He tried to get the giant’s attention, but the sandal rose over him before he could get his attention.

The sandal was even more hellish than the high heels. Firstly, Mary’s shoes had been fresh and new. This was the first time Mary had even worn them. Peter’s shoes, on the other hand, were covered in all sorts of dirt, dust, and caked-in grime. That isn’t even taking into account how sticky they were from the unwashed bar floor. To make matters worse, while Mary’s shoes had not yet had the scent of her feet baked into them, Peter’s feet were mostly out in the open. The odor of sweat overwhelmed Barney, who was pinned uncomfortably to the pedal by his leg.

Mary stared at the scene going on below her. The car hadn’t even really started moving and already her friend was subjecting one of her tormentors to untold torture without even knowing. Mary felt her panties become slick as he watched Peter’s toes press into the foam that would make Barney pay for all the suffering she went through.

The trip wasn’t going to be long, but boy, was it going to be fun.*

Howdy everybody! I decided to start Micro May with a feet oriented story for you all. This won’t be a very long story, but I hope you all enjoy. I haven’t done many feet oriented stories so far, so tell me what you think!

@ilikehell Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed my work. I always like letting these fun ideas out of my head and sharing them with you all.

Chapter 5: A Little Help from My Friends

Gabriella was getting prepared for the new help to arrive. Ever since Teddy had started making more money, he had decided to use some of the extra money to hire a maid to perform some of the tasks and chores he was no longer doing and that she couldn’t do.

On paper, Wilma Frost seemed like the perfect maid. She had several years of experience in housekeeping, specializing in upkeep of larger homes. One of Gabriella’s friends had recommended her highly. She even prepared a list of protocols to follow to keep a shrunken person safe upon learning about her condition. Yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about Wilma.

Maybe it was the fact that neither she nor Teddy had ever gotten to meet her. Every communication had been through Gabby’s friend. Maybe it was the fact that she had no reservations about taking care of the house even despite the circumstances. Gabriella thought that, in Wilma’s position, she would have far more questions about having to take care of a woman no bigger than a baby carrot in addition to maintaining a mansion as large as this.

Or maybe because she had seen exactly how much of a looker this woman actually was. Her long black hair tied in a ponytail, her pretty little maid outfit with a pretty generous cleavage window, and her skirt only barely covered her generous backside, and hid none of her nylon-clad legs. She wanted to trust Teddy, and didn’t think that he would come on to Wilma, but Teddy was no slouch in the looks department either. Teddy was built like a brick house. Between his broad shoulders, his developed pectorals, his toned legs, and his magnificent glutes, you would think Gabby had married him as a trophy husband. Even if Teddy didn’t come on to Wilma, there was no guarantee that she wouldn’t come on to him.

She tried to shake these thoughts from her head, but the process of hiring her happened very quickly. Instead of an interview, her friend had insisted that they give her one day as their maid. That if they only saw her in action, that we would be so blown away that they would hire her on the spot. And Teddy had agreed to this. Gabriella objected, but Teddy and her friend outvoted her.

She heard the front door open downstairs. Wilma must already be in the house. As per the safety protocol Wilma proposed, Gabriella was going to stay in her room until the cleaning was completed. After she and her husband had finished lunch, they would spend time in the living room while Wilma finished cleaning Gabby’s room.

She had to admit, it sounded like a good plan. And then pictures her friend had showed her of the level of attention to detail she gave to her work were certainly nothing to sneeze at. Six foot statues were polished from top to bottom. Luxury rugs were perfectly dry cleaned. Marble pillars so well shined you could see your reflection in them. She was a person well versed in her craft.

Time passed as Gabriella tried to keep herself occupied. As she fantasized about how wonderful her house was going to look, she heard the doorknob shake. That was bizarre. Wlima wasn’t supposed to be cleaning this room for another three hours, and certainly not before preparing lunch.

Things got worse as Wilma started taking the sheets off her bed. She knocked Gabriella to the ground as she pulled the fitted sheet from the bed. She stood up a bit dazed, ready to give this ditz a piece of her mind, but then she looked up at the massive maid monument in front of her. Gabby hadn’t been on the floor since coming back from the hospital. She had never seen a giant at their full height before, and quickly got overwhelmed. As she was panicking about what to do, Wilma’s phone rang.

“Hello, Iggy? Hey! I can’t really take your call right now. I’m in the middle of that new couple I’ve started helping. Yeah, that one! It really sucks what happened to them. At least the husband doesn’t seem to let it get to him.”

Gabriella was upset at this assertion. What did she mean Teddy wasn’t ‘letting this get to him’? Her husband had been supportive of her through everything! Her feelings from before Wilma arrived were starting to well back up. Was she trying to sneak her way into their relationship? She must have barged in to show that she’s the new head of this household! Well, that wasn’t going to fly with Gabby. Her rage was starting to devour her common sense as she heard Wilma continue.

“Yeah, apparently even after what happened, he still managed to find a job that worked for him. No, I haven’t seen the happy couple yet. I really want to. Especially the wife. It must really take a lot of courage to stay with your husband even as he shrinks away. Now that’s a loving relation!”

The gears in Gabby’s head start turning as she realizes what happened. Apparently, her friend hadn’t been terribly clear with the instructions, and Wilma got it in her head that Teddy is the one that shrunk. She must think this is the bedroom that isn’t in use, and that’s why she’s cleaning it now. She let out a sigh of relief.

But that came with another startling revelation. If she thought this room wasn’t in use, she has no reason to believe a tiny person might be in here. She has no reason to watch where she was going or what she was doing.

“Alright Iggy! I’m going to let you go. I have some vacuuming I need to get done. I’ll call you when I get off work. Love you, honey. Mwah! Bye!”

Now that Gabby knew what the problem was, she could finally get her attention and get out of this horrible situation. She followed the towering maid as she made her way to the door.

Wait. Did she say vacuuming?*

How will Gabriella escape this situation? Will she be able to get Wilma’s attention in time? Tune in next time to find out.

So this was an interesting one. A little set up for some unaware fun. Also, a lot of feedback I’ve received from a number of different sources was curious about what Teddy looked like, so I’ll sprinkle a few descriptors here and there to help craft a more complete picture in your head.

I’m also curious about the deadline. I’ve had a story in the works for this for quite a while, so I want to make sure it’s in before the deadline slips.

For example. Here’s one without linking to a person in particular or yourself

@nephilim Okay, so as far as multi-chapter content on DaDo is concerned, I usually post one or two chapters in the original post, and then add a reply with one or two more chapters, then another with one or two chapters, etc.

It breaks the work into reasonable chunks like chapters should and doesn’t overwhelm the reader. I would also just reply to the thread instead of the OP or each individual reply, so it won’t give you that annoying *@ symbol up front.

I would also either number or name your chapters, preferably both. That way, if somebody gets v partway through, they could pick it back up again.

@olo That’s a sick animation. We need more of those!

@sally-g Oh, I hadn’t thought of using a thermometer. I’ll need to keep that in the back of my head. As for how things spice up sexually for these two, you’ll just have to wait to find out!

Chapter 4: One Month In

Gabby Hale stared forlornly at the calendar. It’s strange to think that it’s been one month to the day since she became a tiny little woman. She sank into the couch and looked around her lovely living room. She wanted to enjoy it while it lasted, knowing that it would soon be beyond her family’s means.

Teddy had gotten a job since this had all started, so he was upstairs in the computer room. She hoped against hope that whatever Teddy was doing could keep her in the lifestyle she had grown to love. She felt selfish for wishing as much. Her husband was working hard now that she couldn’t, and she felt she had no right to judge how much he earned. But she couldn’t help looking around and thinking of everything she was going to lose.

“Honey! Do you have a second? I have something important we need to discuss. Come upstairs.”

Then after a short, somewhat embarrassing pause, he continued.

“I mean, I’ll come bring you upstairs. Sorry!”

It was still an adjustment for the couple that the stairs were too large for Gabby to use. She heard shuffling upstairs as Teddy made her way down to her. She heard him descend each step of the staircase with a thud. thud. thud. Finally, she saw Teddy’s beaming face move through the doorway. He made a beeline for the sofa he had placed her on before work and found his little wife neck deep in the sofa cushions.

“Somebody has decided to make herself comfortable.”

In truth, Gabby had only buried herself this deep because it was one of few things she could do of her own volition now, but she decided not to spoil her husband’s happy mood.

“Her come with me! Get on your big ol’ Teddy bear’s hand.”

Gabby had to admit, Teddy’s optimism was one of the few things keeping her going these days. As they went upstairs, they passed the Slete and Hale Power Cooler that was keeping their house nice and cool even during the June heat. It always gave Gabby a pit in her stomach every time she saw it. She knew it was unreasonable. This air conditioner was hardly responsible for her current predicament. It had been the result of careful construction and efficient production under her father’s watchful eye. But she always dreaded passing it on the way to and from the living room.

When they got to the computer room, Gabby was surprised to see Teddy on the site they listed their mansion on, but was more surprised to see it was no longer listed for sale.

“I’ve got good news, sweety bunch! I’ve gone over our finances, and it looks like we don’t need to sell the house after all! Look!”

He opened another tab and pulled up his personal bank account. Gabby was once again stunned! Teddy was actually making more a month than she ever did.

“Wow, that’s incredible dear! How is this possible? It’s not anything illegal is it?”

Teddy shifted in his chair a bit. He didn’t look Gabby in the eye as the next few words dropped from his mouth.

“I mean, not entirely illegal.”

He pulled up an internet poker site in another tab. It seems this is how Teddy made his fortune. He showed Gabby a quick round at the table. The game was Texas Hold’Em. He explained to Gabby his logic behind each decision, his prediction on what his opponent’s had in had based on pre-flop and post-flop betting habits, the odds of having the winning hand at the turn and what outs he was playing to. He talked like a seasoned veteran of the game.

Technically, while gambling wasn’t illegal in their country or state, gambling websites were. Teddy simply used a vpn and a few off-shore accounts to funnel his earnings back into his American bank account. Gabby had a few concerns about this to be sure. Gambling was a volatile occupation no matter how good you got at it, and the laundering it took to get the money back where it could be used raised some eyebrows. But Gabby couldn’t provide for their family, and this was something that not only was Teddy good at, but very good at. She wanted to support her husband while he was doing everything to support her.

Teddy was closing down all the open browsers when Gabby noticed something odd about Teddy’s personal bank account. The name it was under was ‘Theodore Snoww’.

“Teddy, what’s this?” She said angrily pointing a finger at the name on the account.

“Wait, didn’t I tell you about that. I got our names changed over to Theodore and Gabriella Snoww a week ago. In fact, I think I have your new driver’s license here somewhere…”

“And you didn’t tell me!”

“I thought I did.”

“Why on earth would you do something like that!”

“Well, if we kept going by your last name, you would just keep remembering everything that used to be. I know you miss being big. I’ve seen the look you give the air conditioning unit every time you pass by it. Do you really want to be miserable forever?”

“Well, no. But…”

“And much of the reason we even kept your last name in the first place was that you were the chief provider. Well, that isn’t even true now, isn’t it? I’m the one keeping a roof over our heads.”

“I get that, but…”

“Besides, why would it even really matter what it says on your driver’s license anyway? It’s not like you’re big enough to drive anyway. You couldn’t even reach the driver’s seat from the pedals!”

“That true…”

“Then it’s settled! Sorry that this was so rough for you. I did think I talked to you about this before I made this decision. It seems like you’ve had a lot to process today. Why don’t you lay down and I’ll get you something to eat. It’ll be just like breakfast in bed, only dinner!”

“I think that may be for the best, dear.”

Teddy placed his wife on the nightstand with her tissue and cotton swab. Gabby pulled the tissue over her and snuggled against her cotton swab pillow. Teddy went to go prepare something to eat.

A single tear rolled down Gabby Snoww’s eye.*

Now that they have more money and a new outlook on life, big changes are coming to this couple’s life. Tune in next time to find out more!

Actually got this one done in four days as promised. Let me know what you guys thought about it. We’re really getting a good look at what life as Teddy’s shrunken wife is going to look like long-term.

@the-big-g Thank you! There’s more coming like it.

Chapter 3: Spicing Things Up

DISCLAIMER: The following is the first chapter to contain extreme sexual content that may make some readers uncomfortable. Viewer discretion is advised.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Teddy?”

She was lying down on a corkboard. Her arms and legs were bound with rubber bands to three thumbtacks, both her hands to one and one leg to each of the others. Her giant husband stood over her tied up body naked. His cock was still calming down after Gabby gave him his first ever full-bodyjob. Teddy picked up an ear swab and pressed it against his lips

Gabby had done bondage play with Teddy before to spice up the bedroom. That wasn’t the problem. But at her new size, the world seemed much scarier. She did trust her husband, but the sense of danger was far greater than she was accustomed to.

“Of course, Gabby! You went so far to fulfill my sexual desires even after your accident. I want to be there for you as well. We obviously can’t have real sex like we used to, but I don’t want to deprive you of that experience if I can do something about it! You don’t have to worry. It’s not going to hurt, I promise!”

Teddy slid the fuzzy tip of the ear swab into his mouth and sucked on it. When he was finally satisfied, he pulled it out, completely soaking wet. He lowered the tip on top of her clitoris, eliciting a loud moan from Gabby. So loud, in fact, that Teddy pulled back scared that he had hurt her wife by accident.

“I’m sorry. Maybe you’re right. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. This was for you, after al-”

“More!”

“Are you sure?”

“MORE!”

This was something entirely new to Gabby. Feeling the tickly brush of the soft wet fuzz of the ear swab on her sensitive clit gave Gabby a rush that she had never felt before. Her concerns washed away in the face of her own euphoric lust.

Teddy obliged. The swab danced around her sensitive lips as he got her ready for the next step. Gabby panted and moaned as Teddy kept her libido at a fever-pitch. Then, she audibly gasped as the swab finally penetrated her and sunk deeper inside her hungry pussy. The fuzzy swab tickled here insides and when it collided with her cervix, it took everything she had not to cum on the spot. She was in heaven and didn’t want it to stop.

Teddy looked down at his shrunken wife, squirming and writhing in heat as he pumped the swab in and out of her pussy. For him, this was…

… not really all that exciting, to be honest. He had thought that this would be really intense, but by this point, he had already gone completely flaccid. Sex toys and dildos had never really been his thing, and putting something inside Gabby wasn’t realy the same as being inside her.

He didn’t want to stop, because Gabby was really enjoying herself and she could definitely use a little fun after all the stress she’s been under after the incident. He decided to pull up some music on his phone to set the mood, but the tunes pretty much drowned out the sound of her moaning. Switching to a different tab, he began to read forum posts as he stirred his wife’s insides with the swab.

The rhythmic pounding of the swab brought Gabby to orgasm, but the pounding her pussy was taking didn’t stop. Gabby thought Teddy was doing an incredible job. He switched up the tempo at different intervals, made sure to rub against her G-spot, and kept her well pleased. As she reached climax after climax, she thought she was in heaven. But by the time of her fourth orgasm, she really wanted to stop. The bindings were cutting hard into her ankles and wrists, she was now soaked in sweat and cum to the point of dehydration, and her body is starting to ache everywhere.

“Teddy, I think we should stop.”

Teddy, of course, didn’t hear her over the music and continued to ram her drenched pussy. She wanted to scream louder, but her throat was both parched and sore from all the moaning she did. She squirmed and writhed trying to get out. She was more frightened than she had ever been before. As the song reached its end, and before another could start, she yelled as loudly as she could.

“Teddy! Stop! Please!”

That caught her husband’s attention. Seeing the state his wife was in, he tossed the ear swab to the corner of the room and pulled the thumbtacks out of the corkboard to give her some slack to free herself. Grabbing a water bottle and pouring some water into the cap for her, he tended to her to make sure she was okay.

After having some water and wiping the cooling sweat and cum from her body, Gabby began to perk up again. Teddy seemed relieved and apologized for not being more careful. He grabbed a tissue to cover her with and tended to her to bring her back to full strength.

“I’m so sorry, Gabby. This is all my fault. I pressured you into this, and then wasn’t attentive enough when you were trying to get me to stop.”

Teddy was in tears. Gabby didn’t think she had ever seen him cry like that before. Even though she had just been put through such a painful experience, she couldn’t bear to see her husband like this. She reached out to him and hugged his broad thigh. They both just spent a few minutes in each other’s company as they finally calmed down.

Gabby decided they both needed a rest, so they went to take a quick rest. Teddy set up a tissue for her blanket, as well as a cotton swab pillow. Teddy gave her a kiss good night and got into their cozy bed. He slumbered as she tried to make herself comfortable on the cool wooden nightstand.

“This is certainly going to take some getting used to,” she thought as she drifted off to sleep.*

Now that we’ve seen the immediate response to Gabby’s shrinking, how will things be with a bit more time under their belt? Tune in next time to find out.

Needed an extra day on this one, because I was having a bit of trouble irl with a few things. I do want to keep my “every four days” promise though, so expect me to be back on track next time.

@tiny-ivy Thanks! I really liked working with that premise. It really lent itself to some cool imagery and emotional beats. Honestly, editing this one was a nightmare just because I kept adding more and more in and didn’t want to shave down at all.

Jessica knew she was making a mistake. She knew that she needed to let this all go, and that it simply wasn’t meant to be. But looking down at the bottle of pills she had stolen from her workplace, she knew that if she had any chance at getting even the slightest hint of her dreams and desires, it all rested within these pills.

Standing outside her coworkers house, Jesicca poured four pills out into her palm. They were apparently meant to remedy Type 1 Osteogenesis Imperfecta by increasing the density of the patient’s bone structure. What they actually did was far more fantastical. Instead of just causing the bones to compress, it caused the entire body to shrink. The effects increased as more pills were taken, and could shrink you down from anywhere between 4 feet tall to as small as the naked eye could see.

Jessica’s hand trembled as she gripped the medicine in her hands. If she took these now, there would be no going back. She was never going to be able to return to her proper size if she took the pills and didn’t commit to the rest of her plan. ‘No’, she thought to herself. ‘I can’t think like that. This is something I have to do.’

She tossed the pills to the back of her throat and swallowed hard. Her vision began to blur as she sweat profusely. Her entire body felt like it was being crushed in a trash compactor as she lost a foot in height. That’s when she started vomiting onto the ground. She felt all the fluid drain from her body from every hole and pore as she dwindled to 2 feet, 1 foot, 6 inches, 2 inches, until finally she was a quarter of an inch in height.

She felt awful, but Jessica got back to her feet. She was at the point of no return now. The only path was forward. Jessica slipped underneath the front door to Bradley’s home and let herself in.

Making her way along the monolithic hallway, she looked around at the pictures hung on the wall. She saw pictures of her coworker Bradley. His big, beaming smile sandwiched between his moustache and beard greeted her with each picture. Some pictures showed more of his impressive musculature. Some more of his flowing locks. Some were even of him without his glasses on, letting her take in his expressive pupils lazing in a pool of lapis.

But this path was bittersweet, for flanking Bradley in almost every picture was Velvet. She was a woman of almost otherworldly beauty. Her long, toned legs, the muscular abs framed against her petite belly, her perfectly white teeth, and her hourglass figure just reminded Jessica of everything she would never be.

The path was long for somebody her size, but she finally reached the doorway to the kitchen. She briefly considered what she was about to do. As terrible as it would be to be this small forever, and as bad as her punishment at work would be for stealing those pills, she could still walk away. Every nerve in her body was screaming in pain, trying to divert her from her path of self-destruction. But just as she turned to make the trek back from whence she came, her eyes settled on just one more picture.

Bradley was dressed up to the tees in his nicest black suit, with a white undershirt. In his hands, he cradled Velvet, as her long white dress dragged slightly against the ground. They stood atop the steps to an old church building a few miles down the road. But none of that was what stood out most to Jessica. No, for her, the thing she could not draw herself away from was their eyes. As the two stared at each other, the most striking aspect was the sheer amount of love packed into those gazes between them. The excitement, the passion, the caring, the understanding, the connection, and the pure desire to stay by each other’s side communicated by that gaze drove Jessica over the edge.

She marched into the kitchen. Spotting an apron that had been left to hang on it’s perch on the stove’s handle, she climbed upwards toward the countertop. When she got to the top, she searched for something she knew had to be there. And that’s when she saw a banana left in reach. Every day during meal break, Bradley would bring a banana as part of his lunch, but today he had left it at home. Knowing that Bradley would almost certainly eat it when he got home, she climbed on top to await his return.

She knew that she was no match for Velvet in any aspect, and that Bradley wouldn’t even consider cheating on his wife with anybody. He was loyal to his friends and family, almost to a fault. He would never even think about finding comfort in the arms of another woman. It was one of his quirks that Jessica found so irresistible.

So that was what brought her here with the shrinking pills. If she couldn’t be together with him as a lover, she would use a different method to become one with Bradley forever. She planned to let Bradley eat her with his banana, so that she could be turned into nutrients within his body, effectively making them inseparable. Her life meant nothing without Bradley, so at least she could become part of his beautiful life. So she sat and waited for Bradley to return.

Bradley got home after a bad day at work. As head of security, he got an earful from the boss when some experimental medication went missing and the perp wasn’t caught on the cameras. He’s been trying to use the footage he did have to make a timeline on where everybody was in the building when the medicine was stolen, but it could honestly be anybody at this point. On top of that, his well-balanced, nutritional lunch had gone downhill when he realized he hadn’t packed any of the fruit he was supposed to have. As a result, he was a bit peckish right now. But he didn’t want to go overboard, because tonight was date night and he had someplace special picked out.

To make matters worse, Bradley saw an absolute mess on his porch. It must have been the obnoxious college kids next door going on a bender again. Bradley stepped over the puddle of unmentionable fluids and walked inside as his cell phone rang. Recognizing the number, Bradley answered.

“Hey, honeybunch!”

“Hey boo, did you mean to leave a tupperware of chopped pineapple and a banana on the counter?”

“Ah, that was my bad. They were for lunch, they just never made their way into my bag.”

“I put the pineapple back in the fridge, and the banana is right where you left it.”

“You’re the best, honeybunch!”

Jessica watched the doorway to the kitchen as Breadley lazily wandered inside. Seeing the hulking giant of a man like this excited and frightened her at the same time. Bradley made his way to the refrigerator and pulled out a tupperware full of pineapple.

“I think you’ll like the place I picked out tonight. It’s this new seafood place that opened up down the streets. Jessica tried it the other day and said the shellfish was absolutely to die for!”

Bradley and Velvet had been married for five years now, and in that time, Bradley had developed a sense for when Velvet disapproved of something.

“Not in the mood for seafish?”

“You know I don’t like it when you talk to Jessica!”

“Aw, is my little snugamuffin jealous? Don’t worry about her. She’s always been a bit of a flirt as long as I’ve known her. Trust me, there’s nothing going on between us. I’m not interested in her, and she isn’t interested in me.”

Jessica was heartbroken when he said that. She tried to scream that it wasn’t true and that she always loved him deeply, but the medicine had hardened her vocal chords, so she couldn’t let out even a whisper. She continued to listen to Bradley’s side of their conversation as she watched him grab an odd assortment of items from around the kitchen. He grabbed a bag of kale, a jug of milk, and the tupperware of pineapple from the fridge, a tray of ice cubes from the freezer, and honey from the pantry. After several minutes of talking on the phone, Bradley and Velvet gave each other their ‘goodbye’s and ‘I love you’s and hung up.

Bradley had settled on preparing himself a smoothie to tide him over until Velvet got home. He poured a few ice cubes into his blender, when he realized he was missing something. Looking around, he finally spotted the banana. It would have been unfortunate to have forgotten it again after all that.

Jessica saw the giant grab her and prepared for the moment she had waited so long for. But Bradley didn’t eat the banana at all. Instead, he pulled chunks of the banana away and tossed them into the blender. Losing her balance, Jessica fell in too.

Jessica hit the hard, cold ice with a thud. Looking down at the clear ice below her, she could see the sharp, menacing blades of the blender. Jessica tried her best to get a footing and head to the side of the blender to bang on the glass and get Bradley’s attention, but the shifting, slippery ice cubes proved unstable footing for the tiny woman. Jessica felt something sticky ooze down her back as honey was poured directly on top of the banana, and her by extension. Next a rain of kale leaves canopied her and made it almost impossible to see the tiny woman in the blender.

At this junction, there was a real fear that Jessica would go unnoticed and be shredded painfully by the blenders blades. But as she sat there feeling pineapple rain down above her, she considered that this may just be fate. It would certainly be more painful than how she had anticipated dying, but the result would be the same. She accepted her demise as her prison filled with milk. As the blender started and she was sucked into the vortex to be blended into paste, she at least took comfort in the fact she would become one with the man she loved, even if he didn’t know she loved him and didn’t love her back.

When the smoothie was done, Bradley poured it into a glass and raised it to his lips.

SSSPPPPTTTTHHHTTTTT

Bradley coughed loudly as he checked the date on the milk jug. It was, in fact, two weeks past expiration date. “This day really couldn’t get much worse, could it?” he thought to himself. Bradley poured the rest of the slop into the sink and got ready for date night with his wife.*

Just a quick story inspired by a discussion with one of my forum friends. This is my first unaware story, but it almost certainly won’t be my last. This was a lot of fun to write, and I’m looking forward to trying new ideas in that genre.

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