Life Changes (Chapter 11) (Patreon)

Kayla crossed her arms, furrowing her brow. She couldn’t refuse, surely, as it could risk exposing me to her mother and sibling. I tried not to look smug at my temporary win here when the accursed giantess shot me another withering glance. Shrugging, she waved a hand.

            “Be my guest! Sounds like exactly what he needs, actually,” she said. “Remember what we talked about, David! You better be good, or else!”

            That wasn’t much of a coded message. Though I did my best to mimic David’s neutral shell-shocked form as I was passed over from Grace’s fingertips into Ashley’s inviting palm, my heartbeat sped wildly up. She accepted the Transmogrifier as well, and after some shared whispers between her and the other two giants that I couldn’t make out, my fiancé whisked me upstairs to her bedroom and shut the door. Hopping onto her bed, she set me down beside her thigh. I was reluctant to leave the relative safety of her grasp, but still savored being close to her, especially with a closed barrier between us and Kayla.

            “So,” she simpered, just as jubilant, but with more focus. “What’s this I hear about you misbehaving, David?”

            On my knees, I looked up at my darling as she crossed one giant leg over the other, pointing the gritty sole tread of her huge sandal at me while plucking at the straps. She looked so majestic now, so alluring, seated above me like a queen in repose. I was entranced by the sight of her, and unsure of what I should do now as I hid my identity from the love of my life. All I could do was gawk up at Ashley.

            This turned out to be a grave error.

            “Hey,” she barked. “I asked you a question.”

            That sandal, still propped over her knee, lurched forth and bopped me over the head with the dirty underbelly. So smarting was the blow, I didn’t even realize I’d been knocked flat on my back, but when I regained cogency, I watched as Ashley’s graceful fingers guided the last strap from its latch, allowing her peachy-white bare foot to slide out of the open-air shoe, stubby toes flaring all the way up. I was dizzy enough that I could barely contemplate the fact that the woman I loved, who I previously assumed could never hurt a fly, had just whacked me on the head with her shoe. Her foot emerged completely from the sandal and, anchored by her heel, sunk into the mattress in front of me, dipping the cushy terrain and causing me to stumble toward Ashley’s upward-facing sole.

            “S-Sorry,” I whimpered, trying not to burst into tears. Evidently, not even Ashley was immune to lording her superiority over David. “I… did my best.”

            “Your best, huh? Well… just so long as you do your best, that’s okay,” she relented. As quickly as she’d devolved, my fiancé had become docile again, and I let my pulse relax.

            “Really?”

            “Yes! Except, you know… if your best just so happens to fall short of the simple orders your owners have given you, then… we might have a problem. And it sounds like we do,” Ashley continued with cold poise. Now I was on a real emotional roller coaster. At least I could rely upon Kayla for constant obnoxious berating, or Grace for maternal domination; my love, though, was a wild card. “So. Come here, David. Let’s see if we have a problem or not.”

            I didn’t even have to take a step. When Ashley’s heel squashed deeper into the mattress, I body-slammed gently into her putty-soft sole, stopping short of pancaking by holding my arms out in time. Her skin was a little sticky from her time out and about in sandals, and accordingly, smelled lightly of her favorite strawberry body wash, though this flavor was largely overpowered by the scent of salty rawhide from sweating in her strappy brown leather footwear. That naked foot of hers, more petite than that of either her mother or sister, still pathetically dwarfed me despite its squatter shape, even at my six-inch stature. Wrinkles creased by the dozen along the broad slab of her arch as she flexed against my little body, then instantly rolled out like fresh dough when she straightened it out again. The juicy bulbs of her toes, looking ripe as tangerines, wriggled and bobbed overhead. Objectively, Ashley had a rather pretty foot, even if that wasn’t exactly my area of interest, and doubly so after this exhaustingly hellish first day of the bet. Based on what she just said to me, for the first time I pondered if I had reason to worry, even in the hands of the one person on Earth I thought I could trust without reservation.

            “Hmm. That’s kind of funny,” Ashley muttered. “I just took my own shoe off, I got you over to me, and yet I still don’t feel a single thing happening to help my poor tuckered-out foot relax! I swear, sometimes I wonder what the point of even having a tiny slave is if I have to do all the work myself?”

            “I’m sorry!” I wheezed, snapping out of my trance. I’d felt so depressed by Ashley’s rough attitude, and so paralyzed standing this close to her stuffy, fragrant monument of a bare foot, my brain couldn’t even process what was expected. Of course she wanted me to massage it, likely using more than just my hands. To make up time, I started rubbing her squishy arch with my fists, and pressed puckered lips to the ball of Ashley’s foot. Even kissing something so repugnant as the citrus-and-sweaty-leather-zested flank of my humongous fiancé’s meaty ped, just knowing it was her gave me a rush of instinctive pleasure.

            It was a short-lived sensation, however, as a new one struck me that quickly replaced any goodwill I had mustered showing my devotion to Ashley. This was because, either as a frustrated response to my lack of initiative or just because she felt like it, my giantess had grabbed the Transmogrifier and fired it at me through the spongy valley between her two biggest toes. Shocked, I removed my fingers and lips from the damp wall of her sole, and looked up in horror as the already-behemoth foot appeared to rise and wildly expand above me as I shrunk. Dwindling down, I fell on my back, cowering as I bypassed my previous record for smallest size. Without direct reference to go on, I just had to look up at the utterly colossal obelisk of Ashley’s rosy, sour foot the size of a yacht to know I wasn’t bigger than a single inch tall.

            “Maybe this’ll help you appreciate how generous we are by making you a whole half a foot tall sometimes,” she thundered. Even at a murmur, her voice rang godlike in my newly shrunken ears. As she spoke, Ashley slowly curled her bare ped down over me, the tapestry of colorful wrinkles and tender flesh giving way to shadow and oncoming mass. Suddenly the great isle of muscle and pink skin was hovering an inch above my pitiful self. “Between you and me, David, if I had my way, we’d shrink you to this size, then smash the Transmogrifier to pieces. How’s that sound, huh? Tell you what. Use that idea for inspiration, as you try to make up now for leaving me hanging earlier. Don’t move, now. Just… do your best. And hope it’s enough for me.”