All is Fair in Love and War - Chapter 2

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Mike's tiny body tumbled off the edge of the couch and plummeted toward the hardwood floor. It might have been a painful thud for the little thing had my heroic flip flop not been there to save the day! I couldn't help but smirk at the sight of him, landing with a cute bounce atop the sole.  Hey, if they’re cushiony enough for my feet, they’re cushiony enough for him!  

What a humbling experience that must have been…I seriously can’t even imagine–and now to realize he’s actually smaller than the faint marks left by the pressure of my toes!  

Oh, Mike, you hopeless little man…this is just the beginning. You’re out of your element.  You’re out of control. You’re in so very far over your head.

You thought you were living out your fantasy? 

You’re in my fantasy now…

I scooted over and my big butt, the one he’d been drooling over all night, was now free to take up the full cushion. With deliberate, drawn-out slowness, I placed my bare feet on either side of the flip-flop. I wanted to make sure he could fully grasp the scale difference between us. I was basically his usher into this new reality, so I wanted him to truly absorb the enormity of my size compared to him.  And it took a lot more effort than I thought it would to burst out laughing down at him.

He didn’t share my amusement. Not one bit.  But I couldn’t blame him; he’d just been tricked into giving up around 95% of his size…and I had plans to take from him a lot more than that.  And I felt indescribably powerful as he looked up at me. He looked like a tiny, naked little castaway–stranded at sea on a black and purple, polka-dotted raft that smelled like my foot. And here I was, the giant rescue plane.

Or maybe I was the storm.

He thought about running away as I leaned in to pick him up.  I could see it in his face.  I think it was an instinct thing, like when an insect scurries away from a curious cat. I think he quickly realized how pointless that would be because he remained there on my flip-flop staring up in awe.  It was fun to watch him recognize, in his confused state, that it wasn’t just me that utterly dwarfed him. 

Everything did. 

He cowered away from me as I reached for him, hiding behind the thick thong of my flip flop. That thin purple strap that spent all day nestled between my toes…it now served as his shield.  Oh yeah good job, buddy.  Adorably pathetic.

‘I’ll rescue you, little boy.’ I thought to myself as I gently scooped him up from my flip-flop. ‘But you might wish you’d have stayed lost at sea.’

He felt practically weightless in my hand. His squeaky protests were barely audible even to me, which meant Jenn probably couldn’t hear them at all.  

Good.

That whole talking and listening thing..it should be reserved for the big people.

I brought him up to my face, inspecting him. I could tell I was overwhelming him with my presence…so naturally I brought him even closer–so close that he could smell his unremarkable supermarket hummus on my breath. 

He was naked as the day he was born, laid bare for me to feast my eyes upon. Pretty decent muscles. A mostly flat stomach.  And yeah…even I had to admit–an impressively big dick, at least for his new size.  But as I expected, I felt no flutter of desire–no stirring of attraction for him.  

But oh, what he represented? That gave me butterflies!  To see a man reduced to such a small size, stripped of all his usual grandeur and power.  All that pomposity and audacity.  All that masculinity.  

Gone.  

And this wasn’t even just any man.  This was Jenn’s man.

He couldn’t keep eye contact with me for very long. At first I thought he was just too nervous to look into my eyes but the truth was even more pitiful. Even in his confused and afraid shrunken state, his eyes couldn't help but wander down to my cleavage. Here he was, reduced to the size of a bug, and still, he couldn't resist ogling my breasts. 

And that ugly little thing between his legs…it was getting bigger and more stiff.  

A slave to his own desires.  

So why shouldn’t he be a slave to his beautiful girlfriend, Jenn?  After all, she deserved it.  

And couldn’t he also be a slave to his girlfriend’s soon-to-be new lover?  I know for a fact I deserve it.

“Oh my god, he is SO cute!” Jenn squealed, swallowing down the last mouthful of her wine.  Mike wouldn’t be able to get her another refill at this size…there was probably very little he could do for her now.  But he need not worry.  I’d have no problem finding things for him to do. 

“Can I see him closer, Penelope?”

"Of course, babe." I said sweetly, testing the waters. Jenn either didn’t pick up on what I’d called her or it didn’t bother her. I won’t say the same about Mike though.  I extended my hand towards her, allowing her to get a closer look at little Mike. Jenn’s cute cheeks were rosey red, and I’d picked up on it years ago that rosey red cheeks were a dead giveaway that she’d had a smidge too much to drink. Perfect. This was going to be the furthest thing from a fair fight.  Sorry Mike, but all is fair in love and war.

Jenn reached out, her fingers trembling.  It could have been excitement. It could have been nerves.  And it could have been that she was afraid of breaking him. 

As her fingers gently grazed his tiny naked body, I could see the wonder and fascination in her wide eyes. She was so captivated by his reduced form–this was going to be even easier than I thought it would be!

Jenn’s fingers wrapped around Mike’s naked body–she must have thought I was handing him over to her.  But I wasn’t letting go. Instead, my fingers tightened posessively to make sure he couldn't slip away. 

"Isn't he just adorable?" My voice dripped with false sweetness.

Jenn nodded emphatically, her face lit up with awe and delight. She had tried to tug him from my grip, but very quickly gave up when she realized I was only showing him to her. If she noticed my silent refusal to hand him over, she didn’t let on. 

“I’ll say!  His little squeaking is so cute!” Jenn said. “I can’t tell what he’s saying but he’s looking pretty excited down there.”

He was hard as a rock now. Imagine having that little control of your body…so sad.

Jenn's fingers gently stroked him like a pet, her touch tender and caring. "He really is so small," she whispered, her eyes filled with wonder. "I can't believe this is real."

“Oh, it's real, Jenn," I said softly, leaning in just a bit closer to her. "And it's exactly what he wanted."

I let Jenn caress her tiny boyfriend for another moment, relishing in the way her eyes sparkled with fascination.  Then I pulled him back away from her and cupped him against my chest.  As Mike sank into the plush softness of my left breast, I felt another rush of power. My breast was a voluptuous, living pillow that surrounded him and even though I wasn’t exactly crazy about feeling his twitches and struggles, but I reveled in the semblance of privacy my tits created. I was that much closer to having this special, beautiful woman all to myself.

“Oh god, I’ll bet he’s in heaven right now.” Jenn giggled.  She was so close to my tit now she could have kissed it…but not as close as Mike was.

“Oh, I know he is.” The funny part is that I was almost sure I wasn’t lying…at least not at this specific moment.  I allowed his tiny limbs to flutter against the soft give of my breast for another moment, but not too long!  He was going to need his energy.

“What’s that, Mike?” I asked with rehearsed innocence in my tone. “You want to tell me something?” I shifted my hair away and once he was in position against my ear, I allowed my hair to fall back in place overtop of him like a thick forest. Jenn was literally holding her breath as I pretended to listen to his ridiculous squeaks, pleas, and protests. 

As Mike squeaked, I admired the way Jenn’s lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile, even when she wasn’t consciously trying to.  God, she was just so beautiful.  The longer I admired my old friend, the more resentment I felt for the squeaky little boy in her ear.  I can objectively say that it’s not really fair to him.  But sorry not sorry, Mike.  All is fair in love and war.

When a believable amount of time had passed, I let a smile play at the corner of my lips.  “That’s a really cute idea, Mike.” I giggled, removing him from my ear. “I think Jenn is going to love it.” 

Jenn giggled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "What did he say?"

I slid down off the couch to my knees and turned  so that I was kneeling in front of Jenn.  She looked like a princess parked upon a throne–and she was going to be treated like one. I nestled Mike into my cleavage; I was going to need both hands for this.

“Why tell you…” with a gentle touch, I picked up her left foot, allowing her cotton-clad heel to rest on my palm. It was a small foot for sure, but nowhere near as small as Mike.

“...when we can just show you?”

I watched a rippling wave of electricity rock through Jenn’s seated body as I peeled the pale pink ankle sock off her left foot, revealing a soft and well-pedicured foot.  Her heel felt like velvet against my palm, and a gentle, smooth arch led up to five short, chubby toes painted a playful and vibrant shade of orange.  

I felt butterflies again…but not in the same way I’d felt when dominating Mike.  This time, my heart skipped a beat.  “I can’t believe you remembered.” I said with a grin.

Jenn wiggled her toes, “I was worried that you might be the one who forgot!

Penelope grinned, “Never.”

That color…it was our color.  Back when we’d first met years ago in college, long before Mike stumbled into the picture, Jenn had a tendency to overdrink at parties. My favorite part of those parties was the end when I’d get to walk her home to her dorm.  The first time I’d walked her home, she insisted that we stop off at a gas station so she could get some orange juice.  But in her drunken, adorable state, she ended up buying a bright orange gatorade instead.  When I pointed it out to her, I expected she’d get upset or at least disappointed…but she just laughed it off.  She pointed down at her toes, painted vibrant orange and said they matched her drink.

I fought the urge to make a move that night.  I fought that same urge on every one of those walks–it just didn’t feel right since she was so drunk.  I just wanted to take care of her.  To be there for her.  To make her feel as special as I knew she was.  Part of me always hoped she would make a move.  I wouldn’t have been able to say no.

It was surreal to take that little trip down memory lane, and then come back to reality, where I was sitting on her couch, nuzzling her little boyfriend into my tits while holding her bare foot in my hand.  This was going to be a very interesting night. 

I didn’t have a problem with touching feet but they weren’t a strong interest for me. From the way Mike was squirming when I plucked him out of my cleavage and started moving him toward his girlfriend’s foot, I gleefully deduced that he was even less interested in feet. Too bad, he’s just so perfectly suited for them.

I understood that he didn’t want to do this.  But Jenn wanted him to, I knew she did…even if she might not have known yet what I was about to make him do.

And if it's between what he wants and what we want…again, sorry not sorry, Mike. We’re getting our way a thousand times out of a thousand.

A fascinating blend of guarded joy and confusion decorated Jenn’s adorable face as I set Mike on the ground before his tipsy goddess of a girlfriend. I let her bare foot down next, gently, right in front of him. 

Jenn stared down at her boyfriend on the floor and she covered her mouth in a gasp.  “Is he gonna do what I think he’s gonna do? He’s never even given me a foot massage!”  

“Oh, he’s not stopping there. Not only is he going to rub them.  He wants to kiss them too.”

“Oh my god, you’re kidding!” Jenn gasped in disbelief.  For a moment, Jenn looked ready to accept the foot pampering but then an ugly and unbecoming look of uncertainty sprouted.  

Stop it, Jenn!  I know what you’re thinking!  Worrying about what he wants?  That’s crazy!

I wanted her to think about herself and what she wanted!  But sure enough, her kind spirit was pulling her back to her undeserving boyfriend and the ridiculous idea of his preferences.  “Are you sure about this, Mike?  I brought up the idea to you before and you said it really, really wasn’t your thing.”

I looked down at Mike, standing before his girlfriend’s toes.  They didn’t look so small and cute anymore.  Now they were huge, imposing pale-peach goliaths, goddesses in their own right demanding his praise.  He looked from the wiggling digits up to me. 

He seemed to understand that Jenn couldn’t hear him and that I was in control, because he silently pleaded with me.  You know how they say a picture is worth a thousand words?  I think the same thing can be said about looks and the look that I sent him…well.....every one of those words would have been ‘no’.

“Don’t worry, Jenn.  Trust me, I’m sure. He told me that he was, like, so moved by you agreeing to the threesome that he wants to do this for you. You know, as a payback type thing.” I nudged him forward, toward Jenn’s wiggling toes.  He wasn’t moving on his own, which I deemed unacceptable so from out of Jenn’s direct line of sight, I gathered Mike’s arm up between my thumb and forefinger…and then I squeezed.  Not hard enough to snap anything, which was more difficult than you might think, but I applied more than enough pressure to get a yelp.  

I looked up at Jenn.  “You deserve it, right?”

I could tell he was hoping she’d relent, but she didn’t.  Jenn was convinced. “Yeah, I guess I do, maybe.”

With that, I knew how badly she wanted it.  Even if she didn’t fully understand it herself yet.  And I knew she was looking for someone to tell her that it was okay. Another sharp squeeze was all it took, and now Mike was voluntarily closing the distance to Jenn’s bare foot. 

To be perfectly honest, I actually expected more pushback from him.  A little bit more, anyway. But then again, men had a way of continuously showing new levels of inadequacy and inferiority that they could sink to.  

So I really shouldn't have been surprised.  

As his tiny lips made contact with Jenn’s big toe, I saw a shiver course through my dear friend’s body and I couldn't control my smile; it was like the corners of my lips were each tied to little hot air balloons!  I set a hand on either side of Jenn’s foot and lowered myself…all the way down to Mike’s level.  

From this new vantage point, I could see that he was slacking.  “I’m sorry, little one..rubbing isn’t gonna cut it.”  whispered into her foot, far out of Jenn’s earshot.  “She needs your lips.” 

I was so close that I could smell the hint of flowers from Jenn’s pampered  foot.  It was surely much stronger and probably less pleasant from Mike’s position–but that was something he’d have to learn to tolerate.  Who knows, maybe he’d come to enjoy it…but that wasn’t necessary. “And I want to see you wriggle between those toes now, Mike…like a worm seeking shelter.”  

I planted a kiss atop Jenn’s foot, and that kiss was a hundred times larger and a hundred times better than the several dozen smooches Mike had already planted.  It wasn’t something I’d do normally; frankly, kissing feet is a little beneath me but the cute gesture served its purpose.  

Don’t worry Jenn.  I’m not forcing your boyfriend to kiss your feet or anything…don’t worry about it.  You just sit back and enjoy this.

I shifted my attention back to her and took my rightful place on the loveseat…the two cushion throne that presided over Mike. He was barely noticeable now, still peppering his girlfriend’s foot with well-deserved and well-earned kisses. 

If he thought this was humiliating, it was about to get way, way worse for him.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "He’s such a good little toy, isn’t he?" I whispered, my hand resting on her supple thigh. It felt so natural, like my hand had always belonged there.  I was taking a chance here..but just like when I called her ‘babe’ earlier, Jenn had no reaction to what I’d just called her boyfriend.

Jenn shivered at my touch, her eyes half-closed with desire. "Somehow this is..oh…," she breathed, her voice trembling. “...even better than how I pictured it.”

I took a long strand of her hair in my fingers and caressed it behind her ear, my lips getting closer to hers. "It’s only going to get better; this is just the beginning." I whispered.

And then, right there in front of the cowering boyfriend at her feet, Jenn and I had our first kiss.

Our lips met in a heavenly soft  touch and we both became overwhelmed–overcome by lust and desire, but mostly by profound regret for not doing this sooner.   Our kiss quickly deepened through the strong taste of alcohol, igniting a fire that we’d both known was there all along. I removed her glasses and cupped her face, my fingers threading through her thick mane of hair.  I explored her body with my hands now as my eyes always had, wandering down its tantalizing curvature until my fingers sunk into her hips. Jenn responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to my waist and pulled me even tighter.

It felt like we were the only ones in the world right now, but I smiled against Jenn's soft, pouty lips when I glanced down out of the corner of my eye. Good thing Jenn’s eyes were closed and glasses were off, no chance she’d see what I was seeing. 

Mike looked shocked.  

Angry.  

Betrayed. 

Hurt.  

Humiliated. 

And yet he kept on kissing Jenn’s foot.

Those little squeezes must have really set him straight.

The thought of him down there looking up at us, so helpless and insignificant, added a thrilling edge to an already electrifying kiss. I tilted her head slightly to deepen the kiss, my tongue teasing, stroking and massaging Jenn’s. As my kiss with Jenn intensified, I kept one ever-watchful eye on Mike, making sure he was still doing what he was told.  To his credit, he was kissing Jenn’s foot with near the same degree of passion as I kissed her face.

Jenn moaned and melted into me, our curves melding and meshing together like two attractive puzzle pieces. As the heat built up, Jenn was having a hard time sitting still.  She adjusted her position to get closer to me, occasionally moving her foot away from Mike; I let out a chuckle against her lips when I spotted him take a tumble after the toes he was kissing knocked him on his bare ass.  Looked like I had stolen the small focus she’d had on the little foot-kisser.

I was the one to finally break the kiss, and Jenn’s lips followed me back as I leaned out of her space.  Most of the gloss on my lips had migrated over to hers, and they shined nearly as bright as the lust in her eyes. "You taste incredible," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. “I can’t believe we just did that!”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I said. “How’s our little toy doing down there?”

The alcohol was having an adorable effect on her.  I chuckled as I watched Jenn’s reaction land on the briefest lapse of confusion…and then charmed surprise, her vibrant locks swinging as her head swiveled to look down. 

Oh, this is too funny. 

Had she completely forgotten that her little boyfriend was kissing her foot?  He hadn’t stopped, I knew that for sure…even as her toes curled and her legs moved.  So it wasn’t that.  Maybe it wasn’t even the alcohol.  Maybe her heart, mind, and body could only focus on one set of kisses. If that were the case, it made sense that Jenn would pick the better kisses…and without a doubt, mine were so much better than Mike’s.

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