Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 25)

Exhaling a heavy snarl, Kayla paused for breath at last in this seemingly never-ending address she was delivering onto Cody with even more oppressive fury than the foot she was using to idly torture him while doing so. Unfortunately, as hurtful as it was being continuously mistreated beneath every curve and bulge of the giantess’s sensuous underfoot anatomy – and right now the shrinker felt roughly like a car windshield spiderweb-shattered so completely that it was impossible to even see through – it was far more upsetting hearing all this truth pour from her lips above. Even if she’d given him the opportunity to protest her claims, and she never would except as a cruel joke, he couldn’t have denied any of it.

She was right about everything. Cody was indeed wholly enraptured by every single thing Kayla did to him, no matter how badly it anguished him or if it even involved his primary attractions, simply because he was now in the place he was always meant to be: nothing more than an amusing repeatedly-breakable possession for the darkest-hearted goddess who ever lived. Every aspect of that knowledge thrilled him just as much as it depressed him. Cody knew that definitively now, even if she didn’t find an excuse to repeat it to him at least once a day, though he doubted she’d ever stop reminding him. His loathing for Kayla herself and his devotion to the way she made him feel wasn’t just about obsessions or fetishes or wishes anymore. This existence was basically his religion now. She had such firm control over him that not even the deepest recesses of his happier memories were safe from her influence, as if she could just slide her foot straight into his mind and let gray matter squish into her toe crevices like wet beach sand.

Cody’s eyes welled with tears that couldn’t quite flow, much like the near-bursting arousal he felt that his owner wouldn’t allow him to release, and so both his sadness and his lust would just continue to corrode him from the inside for now, while his flimsy three-inch-tall outside was mashed and squeezed every which way by those gargantuan feminine rugged-musked tan soles he loved to hate so dearly. While Cody still couldn’t relinquish any pleasure, however, Kayla was apparently more than glad to let him express his throes of despair in the form of lengthy warbling squeals while pinned under her ruthless foot, made so much worse after listening to her narrate this pitiful axiom on his psychosexual failure as a human being. This really was all there was for him, just like she’d said, and deep down, he knew he’d never want to be anything else.

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Disoriented, Cody blinked as if waking from a dream, even though he was seated upright in an armchair, in the living room alone with his girlfriend’s big sister. He doubted he could’ve been asleep, but he also couldn’t remember anything that happened today before this moment. The mere sight of Kayla created a surge of activity in those corners of his mind that spent half his life obsessing over feet and giantesses, which made him believe that if he had just been asleep, he was probably fantasizing about the arrogant brunette athlete in her full glory as a hypothetical titan, even though she was still his least-favorite person on the globe. What was he even doing here? What happened before?

Those questions rapidly become irrelevant, however, as Cody’s gaze drifted across the room, past Kayla’s bored gum-chewing expression, as her eyes were affixed to the TV screen – all the way down to her attention-worthy size-9s propped up on the coffee table. And then his pupils caught on a speck of beige floor-grit stuck upon the vertical terrain of her pithy wrinkle-lush left sole, where the yield of her flesh was softest and dampest. It was an insignificant thing, hardly larger than a few grains of coarse sand or a sugar cluster, and might not have even been clearly visible from across the room like this, if not for the speck’s notable dullness against the otherwise lustrous bronze-meaty backdrop of Kayla’s vast underfoot valley.

And once Cody’s vision was ensnared on that single dot of filth – cemented right in the doughy center of her puffy arch by repeated earth-whamming pressure and a humid glaze of summer moisture – it was like his eyeballs gained telescopic superpowers, zooming in on that oh-so-lucky spot where the debris was glued, plus all the surrounding tender-yet-muscular ecosystem of that satiny golden-tan cream-textured sole he’d secretly admired for so long from afar. He’d caught sight of Kayla’s bare feet plenty of times before now, of course, always carefully sneaking peeks while never making it obvious, but this was the first time he’d ever felt deeply envious over a dirt crumb, of all things. How incredible it would be, he couldn’t help but think while stirring and salivating in silence, to be that speck? To not only be that helplessly miniscule, but to be smushed into place there on her skin like a pathetic trophy, pulled into the personal gravity of Kayla’s mighty foot and not even noticed there, until he became indistinguishable from any other grit clod or dried sweat droplet collected during her daily household marching, and then eventually found himself washed anonymously down a shower drain. It was such a simple idea, and yet it enraptured Cody completely, until he couldn’t budge or blink in that armchair, just staring with holy reverence at that perfect spot beneath her massive foot where he so yearned to replace a painfully-ordinary grain of calcified grime. If only shrinking was real, he thought. If only wishes came true.

Then in a rush that felt like a high-voltage spark to the frontal cortex, Cody remembered everything: those damn three wishes, his easily-changed toy body, and the knowing omnipotence he had handed right to the worst person in the world he could ever imagine wielding such control over him. Bewildered by his surroundings and his natural size, Cody recognized next that he wasn’t really “here,” even though everything felt as real as could be. This in fact had already happened, two years before. He recalled exactly the subtly beautiful visage of Kayla’s naked upward-reposed peds, and the way he’d jealously studied that fortunate sole-speck from a safe distance: an innocuous moment in time which had nonetheless lingered long after in his head.

And no sooner did Cody catch up with that warped reality again, when he looked down to realize he was no longer in a living room lounge seat at an acceptably-human stature, but instead splayed out like a starfish and cleaving stickily to an uneven ointment-smeared wall of curiously porous earth. Once he got his bearings, however, and caught a vertigo-inducing glimpse of the very steep drop which hung below him (without anything to catch him if he fell, either), Cody comprehended that he hadn’t somehow teleported onto the side of a mountainous cliff with a mysteriously dark-peachy hue and creasy sponge-patterned topography. Rather, he was exactly where he’d wanted to be, and had so vividly imagined himself back on that day. Only now it was for real. Cody was as stupendously tiny as that stray floor-caught speck, a measly fraction of an inch, and tacked carelessly onto the towering propped-up edifice of past-Kayla’s breathtakingly huge foot as if he’d climbed out onto the mid-floor ledge of a dizzying skyscraper.