Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 14)

Cody had been regifted his natural shrunken human form several minutes ago now. But since he still bore the trampled-in heat, aroma, and pain of seven straight hours spent serving as Kayla’s sneaker insole, he might as well have still been an eerie rubber-flapped hybrid object with only his squishy facial features and badly-abused manhood still popping out of the giantess’s weathered footprint to be smushed like two whack-a-mole heads. Even if he’d had a good reason to stand up (and he didn’t have one), Cody wasn’t sure he could have managed it anyway on such little energy and willpower, and so he continued lying on his owner’s bedroom floor in a crippled rosy-flushed heap. Kayla had dumped him out of her shoe and turned her back for a moment, which led him to believe she was just bored enough of torturing him for now that he might get some precious recuperation time before he crossed her mind again and was quickly placed into another subjugating game. But she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I sure hate to think I’ve been doing you a favor here, runt,” Kayla drawled, pivoting suddenly on her heels and crossing her arms as she stared down at Cody in twinkle-eyed contempt. “I mean, I’m really giving you my all here, doing everything I can to make sure you get your money’s worth for that unbelievably stupid wish you made. You’re MY helpless pathetic twisted little slave, and you’re under MY control. Forever. Anybody halfway normal should hate this. Hell, even most of the world’s weirdos and freaks should feel that way, too. I don’t care how much of a creepy foot-loving masochist somebody is, that’s just a fact. But, then there’s you. And you… no matter how hard I try to break you, no matter how much I hurt you, no matter how much I crunch and smother and STOMP the life out of you, and no matter the fact that I’m still the last person on this whole stinking planet that you would ever want owning you like this, you just can’t help but LOVE what happens to you. Oh, who am I kidding. That’s why I got to keep you, over anybody else alive. It would honestly be kind of amazing if it wasn’t also the saddest, sickest, most insane thing I’ve ever heard of. But here we are anyway: with me, standing over a nasty little loser who just spent the whole day getting squashed apart a thousand different ways under my foot, and he’s still got a freaking BONER from it.”

Drowsy and distressed as he was from all those debilitating hours inside Kayla’s sneaker, Cody wasn’t even sure where his giantess overlord was going with this latest rant, right up until she arrived at the obscene conclusion. He was so lost in the lingering anguish and stench of his earlier torment that he, in fact, only realized he indeed had a hard-on when she pointed it out to him. Of course now Cody had a very good reason to make himself move, panic-flinching onto his side and rolling up like a terrified pill bug to hide his shameful prick-up. But the damage had already been done, and he knew it.

“No,” Kayla coolly stated, and with a wave of her fingers, her shrunken toy was telekinetically puppeteered up to a standing position again that disgracefully showed off his turgidness. What’s more, having a spotlight put on his poorly-timed arousal did nothing to wilt it.

After she’d just caught him accidentally enjoying himself against his will, in spite of so much underfoot persecution, Cody could imagine hundreds of dreadful ways Kayla might take her vengeance. But the least of these possibilities – growing him larger – was what actually came true. In a flash, the naked strung-out wish victim was evolved up to a full twelve inches in height: humongous by his usual standards, even while Kayla herself was still a colossus. Though Cody would’ve given anything to instead shrink much smaller and make it easier to hide his traitorous erection, but he supposed that magnifying his humiliation was the point here.

“You don’t really think you can hide it now, do you?” she accused with a chuckle, but as usual, Kayla’s laughter did nothing to make Cody believe he was any safer. “I FELT it down there under my foot for most of the last hour that I was wearing you. Seriously, I only let you keep your dick today so it would punish you even more while I walked around. I can’t even count how many times I squashed that springy little bastard today. Maybe even more times than I broke your stupid little bastard face. And yet, STILL, it’s hard as a rock. Or maybe hard as a pebble, what with how small you are. At first, I sort of wanted to understand it. Like, what kind of brain disease do you need to make you get turned on even after you can’t breathe, can’t move, and can’t hardly cry your pathetic crybaby tears while the person who OWNS your whole life is just stomping you into a pancake all day long? But then I realized I don’t actually care about why you’re this way, squirt. Nope. I realized all that matters is, if you still insist on being the most disturbed little slave who was ever born to lick the feet of his worst enemy – and that is exactly what you are, don’t get it twisted now – the very LEAST you can do is learn to hate it as much as you apparently love it.”

Paralyzed in this upright position, yet again Cody couldn’t conceive of where this conversation was headed, though he’d been tortured enough different ways by Kayla ever since becoming her possession that he could take a few stabs at guessing. For the second time since she’d caught him with a hard-on, however, the least-probable outcome turned into reality when the twelve-incher wasn’t horrifically transfigured into some other pain-soaking inanimate object, or even punted across the room. Instead, the air became just as paralyzed in Cody’s lungs, and his cock flinched at maximum libido, as Kayla took a seat on her bed and promptly compressed the burly tan wideset bulk of both enormous size-9 arches squarely against the little guy’s nakedness: one sole molded firmly across his face, and the other digging straight against his excited groin.

Not that either point of contact was new for Cody, considering he’d just spent most of the day with his head and rod exclusively sticking out of an insole like weed sprouts for Kayla to continuously grind into flattened agony-sodden stasis. But since he’d been too steeped in darkness, odor, and head-spinning indignity for the last hour to even realize he was hard, now that he was made to bare all in the cold light of day while the giantess knowingly buried him under the meaty wrinkled sweat-slathered glory of her athletic peds, Cody’s every skin cell ached with the shame of what was happening. Even worse, he was feeling just low enough – and just involuntarily horny enough – that he didn’t necessarily wish for her to stop resting her feet against him like this, either.