'Sure mom.' You reply. Cathy smiles at this.
'Great.' She says. 'Thank you honey.' She then gets to her feet and walks to the kitchen door. 'No time like the present, lets go sweetie.' You pushe yourself to your feet and realize your legs are shaking a little and you have butterflies in your stomache. You can't tell if its fear or excitment - maybe both. You walk up to her and she turns to Ann.
'Ann, you are free to shrink Claire so she can help you out.' She says to her sister.
'But mom!' Claire says, getting to her feet. She is going to continue complaining but can only let out a yelp as she quickly diminishes to under and inch in height.
'What was that Claire?' Ann asked teasingly. 'I didn't quite catch that.' You look down and see the tiny girl, stood close to Anns big feet; like an ant scurrying around. You realize that pretty soon you will be that size, tiny and in your step mothers giant shoes.
'Let me help you get started.' Ann says with a huge grin, sliding a wide, tanned foot from her shoe and moving it to Claire, who is attemting to run. She is easily caught between Anns huge toes, snatched up like a toy. Giggling, she moves her foot over her sandal sole and drops her neice onto it. 'There you go darling.' She says. Cathy shakes her head with a laugh and begins to leave the room.
'Come on.' She orders.
You follow your step mother upstairs, your head is about level with her slippered feet aqs she walks. You see her smooth bare heel slap against the soft material at ever step, realizing that not too long ago that fluffy insole was actually Claire, forced against her mothers big foot, walked on without a second thought. The thought of it is strange to you, those butterflies in your stomache jump again.
You follow her into her room and she appraoches her closet, opening it and scanning a wide variety of footware at its base. You see pumps, sandals, flip flops, boots, crocs, ugg boots and you wonder how many of them were once real people.
'Hmmm.' She ponders. 'Which ones to start you with.' She then reaches down and plucks up a pair of navy blue pumps. She has had them a while and, if you aren't mistake, she actually bought this pair herself. 'I've had these for a long time.' She says. 'And I was considering throwing them out because the insides are pretty dirty, but if you can go in there and clean them for me I'll get a little more wear out of them.' She says with a smile.
'No problem mom.' You reply, your voice almost shaky.
'Great.' She says and sets them down at her feet. 'Wait here.' She then leaves the room leaving you to look at her pumps. Soon you will be tiny and insider one of them. You bend down to peer in and can see the dirty impression of her large foot. You hope it doesn't smell too bad.
Soon Cathy returns with something in her palm. Looking closey you see it is a miniscule bucket of water with a cloth floating in it. 'You'll be needing this.' She says and sets it down in her right pump. She then stands to full height and lokoks at you.
'Ready?' She askes. You take a deep breath, shaking a little.
'I think so.' You quiver.
'You'll be fine.' She says. 'As long as you do a good job for me.' With that you feel a tingling sensation and you see everything around you begin to grow. It takes a moment to sink in that you are shrinking, watching Cathy rise, dropping below her chest, then waist, as she looks down at you with a smile. Further and further you shrink - past her knees, her shin, the bottom off her jeans and finally stop, smaller than the thickness of her white slippers. You look ahead at her feet in awe - so huge that they could end you with easy. You can see them move, knowing her massive toes are wiggling within.
'AWWW, YOU LOOK SO CUTE HONEY.' She booms from above, her voice like thunder. You look up at her, feeling vertigo at her impossible size. A huge hand reaches down, thumb and forefinger extended, racing towards you. You brace yourself as the massive, rubbery, finger pads envelop you and queeze roughly and you are hoisted up into the air, stopping before you step mothers giant, pretty face. It is impossible to take everything in but you can make out every detail of her full lips, pulled back over immense white, saliva coated teeth in a pleased smile. 'SO, HOW IS YOUR FIRST TIME BEING TEENY?' She asks playfully. For the longest time, you are unable to talk, shocked and overwhelmed at the situation.
'Erm, I'm okay.' You squeak, not sure if you mean it.
'GOOD.' She says and you feel her breath gush over your tiny frame. 'TIME TO GE TO WORK THEN.'
You then feel yourself drop, lower and lower, the world flashing by, until you are released and free fall a short way. you land with a bumb on a firm yet slightly spungy surface as the giant fingers retreat. You look at the surface you are on - an off white material that is emitting an odour all its own. You recognise the smell to be the must scent of feet, a strong scent of a well used shoe that has not been worn in a while. You realize that around you is gold lettering. Standing up you realize it is a label miprinted into the insole, the name of the shoe brand, with a huge number 8 after it - your step moms shoes size. Looking to the sides you see the walls of the shoe rise up above you, mcuh higher than you and too steep to climb. Out of the opening you see your mother, a huge giant, with her hands still on her hips looking down with a grin.
'I BET THATS A NEW SIGHT FOR YOU.' She giggled. You then looked down into the shadowy depths of the pump, seeing her dirty foot print stretch down into the darkness, the very toe end hidden by shadow. Here, standing in Cathys shoe, tiny even compared to her foot print, you realize how insignificant and vunerable you are.
'COME ON THEN, GET TO WORK.' She ordered from above and nudged the shoe with a slippered foot. Your whole world rocked and you struggle to stay upright, causing her to giggle. Scared into action you run over to the bucket and retrieve the wet cloth. Getting down on your hands and knees you begin to scrub the dirt that her foot has left behind. You have to scrub hard to clean even the smallest amount away and the rag in your hand soon becomes dirty, causing you to dunk it.
'GOOD BOY.' She cooes down. 'I'LL LEAVE YOU TOO IT.' You look up at her giant form as you scrub, still overawed by her sheer size. You see her bend down, getting a closer look at you. 'I'LL GIVE YOU AN HOUR OR SO TO GET THAT ONE CLEAN. THEN I'LL BRING YOU SOME MORE WATER AND PUT YOU TO WORK ON THE OTHER ONE.' She then stands back up to her full, dizzying height. you are unable to take your eyes off her. 'OH AND TOM, YOU BETTER DO A GOOD JOB WITH THEM' She then giggles and winks down at you, before tunring and walking away, the huge vibrations of her mighty footfalls growing fainter as she heads downstairs.
Left alone in the shoe you carry on diligently, scrubbing hard to remove the dirt. The constant smell of her feet is everywhere and, although it isn't strong enough to be unpleasant, there is no escaping it. Whilst working you think back to how you often day dreamed to be in a situation like this - tiny and helpless. You are not sure how it makes you feel. Are you excited or scared - you still can't determine what it is you are feeling. This was as close as you'd come to being punished and dominated, something else you had often wondered about. You knew that would be much tougher to bear than simply cleaning her giant shoes, but a part of you still wanted to know what it was like. To truely be a toy.
A thought ran through your head. There was a way to find out. You knew that if you stopped working, left her giant shoe as it was, then when she retunrned in an hour she wouldn't be best please. Especially with the fact you had made no effort. You are sure you would be in trouble then, and God only knows what she would do to you as punishment. But was that something you really wanted, to experience that? It might be hell and you didn't know how long it would last. It could be a really stupid idea. Yet the tepid temptation remain.
You thought long and hard.
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