Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 18)

“You know what?” Diane brightly remarked. “Maybe there’s something to this after all!”

“Yeah, right,” Bri scoffed, not buying it.

“No, really! I think I see what Kayla means now. He… sorry, I mean it… is just firm enough to give you support, but still soft enough that resting your foot like that doesn’t leave you sore. Wow. Not bad at all.”

“RIGHT?” Kayla cheesed.

Cody felt Diane’s weight lifting off his loins, but only for an instant, before her opposite heel was swapped in even more swiftly, treating him to another sucker-punch between the legs under the sandbaggy heft of the unknowing giantess’s verticalized foot. She was only switching sides, not giving him a break. The sensation undeniably stung, hollowing him out for a second as Diane soothed herself by pressing her heel down even harder into Cody’s petrified jean-clad nethers. However, once the blunt-force impact of her falling foot had worn off, leaving only the accidental massage as Diane ponderously caressed her heel and next her squat wrinkly sole across the bottom half of the shrinker’s immobile body, he was once again made to endure the paradoxical stress and involuntary satisfaction of a gargantuan naked arch plying its supple curves against his stupefied anatomy. Even worse than before, Cody was flooded with contempt, sorrow, and unfortunate appreciation for what was happening to him under both Diane and Kayla.

“I’ll, uh, just take your word for it,” Bri replied, obviously getting bored of this topic already.

“Suit yourself, then!” Diane said.

She flattened the size-6 underbelly of her foot down upon Cody’s midsection, rubbing to and fro in a manner that flowed with the deepening wrinkles of her sole each time she lazily scrunched her toes. It was a provocative enough press between her spongy farmland-sweetened sole and his diminutive crotch that Cody was fairly certain, if not for his shrunken shape being completely paralyzed now, that certain biological reactions would’ve already tented his pants, and he genuinely couldn’t decide whether he would’ve been better off getting discovered that way or not. Meanwhile Diane crooned from deep in her throat – actually sincere in her relaxation, unlike the show Kayla was putting on just to further embarrass her dehumanized toy.

“All the more of him for us, then!” Diane added. “I don’t think you could fit another foot on this cute little thing, anyway. It would get way too crowded.”

“You said it!” Kayla laughed. “I swear, I just kind of happened across this thing one day, totally by accident. Definitely never would’ve thought of it myself. But once I realized how well it fit under my feet? Well, I just knew I’d never need anything else to step on.”

For one shocking instant, then, the mastermind giantess abruptly uplifted both crossed-over feet off from Cody’s head and rammed them down hard on the coffee table just an inch from his scalp. Just like that, his tiny highly-recognizable face was out in the open. Startled, the doll-man had no ability to show his amazement at Kayla’s ballsiness, as fresh air rushed into his lungs and his eyes readjusted to the light, but his hopes reached their most-optimistic peak yet. She was just casually taking risks for the hell of it. And all Cody needed was one of the other two non-diabolical people in the room to catch a glimpse of him now.

But that didn’t happen. Bri, he saw, was busily tapping away on her phone, not even looking up, and Diane was so thoroughly tranquilized by the gratification she felt at sweeping her sole across Cody’s loins that she’d lulled her head back against a sofa pillow and shut her eyes to really take in the spine-tingling comfort of it all. Only Kayla looked directly into Cody’s glassy eyes with pure malevolent joy, smiling the full width of her cheeks. She knew it just as well as he did: this was his chance to be freed, if only Bri or Diane would look this way. Kayla even gave them ample opportunity to do so, keeping her feet off Cody’s face for an entire minute. With every passing second, the shrinker’s insides twisted and his heartrate accelerated, crestfallen at his unbelievably bad luck. Then, right as Bri pocketed her phone and Diane lifted her head up from the pillow to watch her sole’s grinding handiwork on the anonymous ten-inch doll-rest’s lower half, Kayla innocuously dumped her opposite heel back onto Cody’s face, hiding him from them again, then rested the original foot upon its double.

Right away he could tell she was actively squeezing down on his head as hard as she could with those powerful skyward-stacked bare feet, swinging them in all directions like a joystick, but never uncovering his identity again after that chance had been lost. The sweaty aroma, the sightlessness, and the brutally abrasive gravity of Kayla’s heel all returned in a hellish flash. Cody, still and silent as any inanimate object, could only cry on the inside over his insane misfortune, while Diane kept right on making intense use of her stepdaughter’s mysterious yet strangely-effective human-shaped footrest.

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A two-inch-tall Cody hobbled across the floor toward the living shrine of Kayla’s sneaker-enthralled size-9s, which served as the base of her mountainous body that shimmered with sweat upon her golden-tan frame like a deific idol. Having spent all day completing every bit of slave labor busywork she could devise for him, and suffering her sadistic taunting for most of it, he was beaten and longing for rest well before noon, but also had enough practice by now to know that he would only make things worse on himself by delaying the inevitable.

“Oh, hey there, foot bitch,” Kayla droned without even looking down when he arrived, instead paying more attention to her phone and guzzling from her water bottle. “Well? Is there something you want?”

“Please. I’m… begging you…” Cody grunted. These words never got any easier to say, but he knew what was expected of him. Hell, he’d refused a wide-open opportunity to escape this hateful existence, so maybe he wanted this just as much as she wanted to see him suffer. Dropping to his knees, Cody prayerfully clasped both hands and addressed the giantess’s titanic footwear, as if they were her two prophets on Earth to stand in for her godlike countenance above. “Give me something else to do. I… need to serve you. That’s all I’m good for. Please, I’m lost without a way to make you happy.”

“Is that really the best you can do?” Kayla snorted. “Is this really what it’s come to? I even have to teach you how to BEG the right way? Here’s a tip, freak: just saying the word “beg” doesn’t mean you’re begging. Not even close. I want to hear some real desperation in that pathetic little voice. Your voice has to match what you are, which is low. You know, toss in some tears, and sound like you might throw up because you make yourself so sick. I want to see you shaking like a stupid leaf because you know how badly you screwed up, giving yourself to the last person in the whole entire world that you’d ever want controlling every dumb little part of your dumb little life. It’s gotta be good. Something that would really break my heart… you know, if I ever gave a crap about you or your feelings. Okay, one more try. And let’s give you a little more incentive. Better get begging, while there’s still something left of you to talk.”