Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 17)

Any minor relief Cody might’ve felt from being grown back to a whole ten inches tall by his owner was immediately cancelled out by the fact that he was paralyzed from top to bottom and forced into a rigid stick-pose like a Ken doll, unable even to squeak out a pleading murmur. The coffee table surface didn’t feel so bad on its own as she placed him supine there, but the stiffness immediately assaulted him as Kayla promptly flung herself back against the couch cushions and then propped her heel directly onto her favorite transformable victim’s motionless face. Her foot’s whole weight was concentrated down on Cody’s skull through the thick rounded backend, which might not have been the worst thing in the world since she’d made him larger first. But then Kayla crossed her other foot over the ankle of its twin, really getting herself relaxed, and instantly doubled the faux-crushing mass now suffocatingly bearing upon the little thing’s face.

“Oh, yeah. THAT sure hits the spot!” she groaned with a long overdramatic sigh. While settling in, Kayla made a point of grinding her heel back and forth upon Cody’s head – not enough to let his face show again out from under it, but still plenty to make him see stars despite the sense-blocking darkness imposed by that weighty stern of her foot. “Nothing like kicking back and getting off your feet after a long day, huh? Even better when you can let somebody else take the weight for a while. Or some-thing!”

She was getting bolder. Which Cody wouldn’t have believed was even possible, considering this was Kayla. But sure enough, she’d become more arrogantly self-assured than ever about flaunting her absolute power over him in plain sight, and was even chattily drawing attention to it. Then again, it wasn’t like Kayla didn’t have good reason to feel that way, since she’d recently given him the chance to walk away from his enslavement, only for the pathetic thing to reject that offer and instead miserably return to a bow before those gorgeous sadistic shapely-bronze feet which owned him so completely. She deserved to lord it over him after such a humiliating self-sabotage, Cody thought with internal loathing, even while he yearned for a second chance to get away.

They weren’t alone in the room right now, with both Diane and Bri hanging out nearby. And yet Kayla had done nothing to disguise his appearance from them except by providing the literal megaton mask of her own dense-yet-squishy heel, drilled down against his face so hard that Cody began to wish his head was made of malleable rubber just so it could concavely depress and spare him even a portion of the strain. Maybe – just maybe, Cody thought – Kayla’s hubris here would finally free him, where his own masochistic little self had failed to do so. Because although the genie wish had given her full reign over every aspect of his shrunken foot-addicted existence, she didn’t have the power to make the others forget it if they accidentally happened to recognize this oddly-familiar doll on the coffee table. All he needed was for Kayla’s propped-up peds to displace for a moment, just as Diane or Bri serendipitously glanced over to see his face, and her sick games might be forced to end. Cody was too broken to pray for that outcome, but he desperately hoped for it all the same.

“Really?” Bri asked her big sister in dry disbelief. “That doesn’t look comfy. Why would you wanna have a dumb toy stuck under your foot if you’re just trying to chill?”

“That does seem a little strange, doesn’t it?” Diane agreed. “Don’t you think a pillow would be better?”

“No way!” Kayla balked with a louder-than-necessary laugh. “I can see how you’d think that, but you’d be sooooo wrong. You want something with a little more support, not just fluff. But not too much, either. I can’t really explain it. It’s just something about the shape of his funny stupid little dolly-boy face… it’s like it was custom-made for holding up my feet! You guys are missing out so much, I’m telling you.”

Kayla began to animatedly sway her ankle-crossed bare feet back and forth, though still without unburying Cody’s face from beneath that fleshy brunt, causing the payload of that burden to once again smush side-to-side upon his head. Despite the blinding and oxygen-deprived nature of this treatment under the brunette giantess’s heels, not to mention the pain of it – and there was no question that it hurt like hell – the ten-inch victim also had to hatefully acknowledge that he couldn’t quite hold it against her, either. Deep down, he still adored this. The texture of her foot, as always, was plushily brawny, no matter how pound-for-pound heavy the combo of the stacked-up pair sat upon his puny cranium. Even while he could scarcely breathe, Cody was treated to the baked-in musk of earth and vinegared sockjam that made him sickeningly salivate just as much as it poisoned his lungs. And then there was the simultaneous guilty pleasure and nauseating shame from serving as Kayla’s personal footrest, at the cost of so much asphyxiating discomfort on his part, all so she could have a laugh and know that he was suffering from being so-close-and-yet-so-far from rescue by Diane and Bri. She was practically waving him in their faces right now, and still he could do nothing but lie catatonically still while his face was continually pestled under Kayla’s meaty righteous heel.

“All right, then. Let’s test it out,” Diane said. Cody could only hear their voices, but felt the rumbling clatter on the coffee table as the towering blonde took a seat on the sofa beside Kayla, then pressed her soles up to the furniture’s edge in readiness to pounce on the helpless supposed-miracle doll. While his heart was already racing from both the breathless thrill and face-crumpling despair of both his owner’s feet so robustly centered on his head, his pulse quickened even more at the realization that someone who might know his face was nearby.

Unfortunately, instead of Kayla surrendering her spot to Diane – which would’ve temporarily uncovered the shrinker’s head – Cody felt the bracing plop-down of another immense foot directly onto his crotch: an addition, not an exchange. Diane didn’t maliciously dig right in like Kayla had, but since she had his groin held captive beneath the nestling encumbrance of her creamy pedicured heel, it was still more than overwhelming. If he’d been capable of moving or speaking right now, he would’ve been absolutely writhing for release and gasping as if on the verge of drowning. Now the two most sensitive regions of Cody’s miniature body were pinned remorselessly beneath a combined three gigantic bare feminine feet, all squashed down on him as a source of unconventional relaxation, and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.