Life Changes (Chapter 1)

            “It doesn’t seem so bad,” I commented with a cavalier shrug. “That’s all I’m saying.”

            “Oh, really,” Kayla chuckled. The amazonian brunette raised an eyebrow at me, muttering something under her breath, and clearly unimpressed with my bravado. “I find that hard to believe.”

            I don’t know why I felt compelled to challenge her in this way. Maybe it’s because this athletic demigoddess who just happens to be the older sister of my fiancé Ashley is so effective at emasculating me, not only because of her family’s vast wealth, but with her intimidating and naturally dominating demeanor. Even as an average-sized dude, I can’t help but feel small around Kayla, so I can only imagine how bad it is for David, a family friend who, two years ago, lost a bet with Ashley and Kayla’s mother Grace that resulted in him becoming their permanent live-in shrunken foot slave for a full decade: a task the miniature man just so happened to be serving at this exact moment while Kayla reclined on the couch like a queen, with the poor fellow bowed before her bare golden-tanned soles and writhing toes for worship.

            “Well, it’s true,” I said, doubling down. I crossed my arms and tried not to get lost staring at the spectacle of the puny man massaging and licking the crevices between those toes. Kayla had returned from the gym a short time ago, but still wore her short-shorts and midriff-bearing black exercise top. She glistened with hard-earned sweat from head to toe, emphasis on the toe. Even from here, I could detect her heady musk: feminine, even strangely alluring, but ultimately revolting and bitterly salty due to the quantity of sweat which elegantly painted the talented young woman’s body.

            “How about you put your money where your mouth is, then?” Kayla said with a sly grin.

            “You know I don’t have a lot of money,” I grumbled, embarrassed.

            “I’m not talking about actual money. Do you think my family needs more money? No, you’d be paying in something that’s far more valuable to us and our feet.”

            “What… you’re saying…”

            “Let’s see if being a tiny foot slave is as easy as you say it is,” Kayla said. Her foot descended, pinning David into the couch cushion and rubbing him about. She reached to the coffee table and picked up a silver handheld device that looked like a universal remote. “I have the Transmogrifier right here. It’ll shrink you to any size I want and even transform you into fun accessories. All it takes is one button, and zap, you’ll be the perfect size to find out for yourself if you’re really as tough as you think you are. Which you’re not. Because I guarantee you, Cody, that once you’re down here, as small as David or even smaller, and at the mercy of my big ol’ scary feet, nice and sweaty for you after the gym, you’ll be begging for your mommy inside the hour.”

            “I’m no wimp,” I said. “I could take way longer than an hour!”

            “Here’s the bet, then,” Kayla simpered, stroking her dark-chocolate locks. “I’ll shrink you. Nobody except me will know it’s you. And you will be put through my paces. Literally, sometimes. Serving and cleaning our feet, no matter how dirty and grimy they are, and becoming shoes and insoles when needed for work or exercise, and just being our toy. If you can handle one whole week in the same role as David, for me, my mom, and even your fiancé, without totally losing your mind, then I’ll give you $10,000. But if you can’t do it, and if our feet do break you, well then… you’ll be taking full-time employment as our foot slave, too, for ten years. Ten years or ten thousand dollars.”

            Taken aback, instinct told me to turn and walk away, but I stopped myself. I didn’t have much money, and while Ashley loved me despite our financial disparity, I only wished I was able to help provide for my future wife on my own, not because of her inheritance. Plus, Kayla was so smug, the thought of showing her that I wasn’t some pathetic insect to be pushed around forever was enticing. It was a massive gamble, but if I really wanted to keep my dignity and walk away with fatter pockets, I couldn’t back down.

            “Okay,” I said, gulping. “I’ll do it.”

            “Perfect,” Kayla replied with relish. She lifted her foot at last off David, who had apparently passed out while having his shrunken body used to caress her damp, weary sole. “You better let Ashley know right now that you’ll be going out of town for a week, or she’ll start asking questions. But don’t worry. I’ll help cover for you.”

            “Wait, we’re doing this right now?”

            “There’s no time like the present, Cody,” Kayla said, winking. She tweaked the transmogrifier, sighing contentedly while flexing those juicy thighs and bulging biceps. “Hurry up. This is a limited-time offer.”

            Anxious, but more determined than ever to prove Kayla wrong, I whipped out my phone and left Ashley a heartfelt voice message telling her my parents needed me for a week. It felt bad to lie to my fiancé, but the payday would be worth it. As soon as I hung up, Kayla rose from the couch and approached, with the device pointed at my face.

            “I should warn you,” she said, smirking cheekily. “I won’t be going easy on you just because you’re engaged to my little sister. If anything, I’m going to push you even harder than David. You may have seen my feet from a distance, and maybe you’ve even smelled them from across the room when I come back from the gym, but I promise, that’s nothing compared to what’s about to happen to you. I’m going to use and abuse you, I’m going to play with you, I’m going to make you drink up every bit of sweat I lose, and I’m going to wear you around in my shoes until you’re pounded into oblivion. Then, when I get bored, I’ll pass you off my mom and my sister, and because they won’t recognize you, they’ll go just as tough. Maybe even worse. You might think you know them, but that’s only because they see you as family. When they see you as nothing more than a foolish slave who’s about to lose a bet, destined for nothing more than serving at the altar of our pretty feet for however long you can handle, you’ll see the real them.”

            “I can take it,” I said, not so positive now. But it was too late to back out. “However much you can give, I’m ready.”

            “I’m counting on it,” Kayla purred. The muscular hottie clicked the device, flashing me with a blinding beam of light that seemed to consume the room. When it dissipated, and my vision returned, I found myself lying on the floor, staring up at my future sister-in-law.

            And I do mean I truly stared up, because Kayla was not merely standing above me, but acting as a living tower of sun-kissed flesh and firm toned musculature like a statue of a Greek deity, sparkling with sour sweat. She was already an imposing force, but now that I realized the deed was done and I’d shrunk, she was truly a bona fide giantess: a goddess in gorgeous human form.