The Pet

by

Jason Reed

Here I am and I guess it is here I stay.  My name

is Peter

Lewis, or at least it was.  Damn where do I began.  I was on my way

home from work one evening where I stopped at a nearby grocery store.

 It was there where I ran into my wife Cynthia.  Cynthia and I have

been seperated for three months.  I ran into her in the frozen food

section.  I thought it would be respectful to say hi at least. She

just stared at me.  Suddenly, she reaches into her purse and pulls

out a mirror like object.  Everything went blind but only for a

moment.  When my vision was back I saw her but as a giant.  She was

dressed in a blue dress with white stockings and black mid heel

pumps. Cynthia at the time was on 5ft tall.  She had a child and

ended up putting on alot of weight.  She was 250 Ibs.  She was huge

to me. I then saw her take her right stockinged foot out of its

shoe.  She quickly grabbed me with her toes, brought me to the pump

and carefully slipped her foot back into its shoe w

 ith me between her first and second toe.  I did not know what was to

come but it all happened so fast.  Now as I speak.  My wife is

walking with me in the toe section of her shoe.  It stinks in here

and I dont know how much longer I can take this.  The pounding.  The

smell and burning sweat. 

THE BEGINNING

   Cynthia made her way out of the store.  Peter had room enough

to

squirm and surprisingly enough he was not being crushed too bad.  His

wife would normally wear size 8's but this day she had on a size 9.

This made Peter slide back and fourth from the toe section the the

heel however Cynthia would walk.  She tried her best though to keep

him within the toe section.  The movement of Cynthia's walking was

begining to make Peter sick.  Not just that but the heat was also

horrible.  The smell was also bad and was making Peter vomit.  Little

did Peter know that Cynthia's spell was designed for him to live

through all of this.  It was not designed for him though to like or

enjoy all of this.  Cynthia finally made it to the car.

Unfortunately for Peter, he slipped directly under Cynthia's arch and

she at the time was looking for her keys.  While she was standing

still, Peter was being stood on and was about as flat as a sheet of

paper. Cynthia had finally found her keys and got

 into the car. Peter was relieved but knew that things would soon

get rough again.  As Cynthia took off in her Impala, she made sure

she knew of Peters position inside her pump.  Whenever she pressed

the accelerator or the brake she made sure that Peter was directly

under her arch.  Cynthia was enjoying her ride while Peter was

finding the ride unbearable and hellafied.  He wanted out in the

worst way but there was no escape nor sympathy from Cynthia's

stockinged right foot. Cynthia knew that he was in pain but this

meant nothing to her.  His pain was her pleasure.  Every time she sat

at a red light she would grip Peter with her toes.  For Peter though

all he knew at this point was pain, stench, sweat, heat, and

darkness.  All of this with only the company of Cynthia's stockinged

right foot.

   Cynthia had finally arrived to her house.  Peter at this

time was unconsious.  The heat inside the pump was too much for him.

Cynthia walked into the house and took her pumps off.  " Oh poor

twerp left a run in my stocking! ", Cynthia said to herself.

Cynthia left her pumps by the front door and walked into her bedroom.

 When she got there she reached inside of her dirty laundry basket

and pulled out a dirty and horrible smelling nylon.  With the nylon

in hand she walked back to the living roomand towards the front door

where her dreaded pumps were.  Cynthia's feet smelled so bad even she

covered her nose, however, Peter was unconsious.  She reached the

shoe Peter layed in.  She then picked up the shoe and dumped Peter in

her hand.  She then dropped Peter in the opening of the nylon. Peter

finally awoke from all of the movement that was going on.  He was not

sure where he was but one thing he knew was that it stunk badly.

Cynthia at this time raised the nylon t

 o her eyes. She saw that Peter was awake.  " SURE HOPE YOU

RESTED WELL MY NEW PET!! IM GOING TO WATCH T.V. AND YOU WILL BE

LICKING MY ACHING SMELLY FEET.", Cynthia told Peter.  Cynthia

slid her right foot into the nylon.  Peter took no time to think due

to fear.  Again he came into contact with his wifes toes which were

still smelly, crudy, and possesed dead skin.  His position ws a bit

uncomfortable. His next view was himself, in a nylon with his wifes

toes on his back, getting ready to land in a flithy black closed toe

slipper.  He bought her these slippers three months ago.  How ironic.

 The very slippers he bought the day he left her.  Before she placed

her foot in the slipper she gave Peter one last minute instruction.

" YOU HAD BETTER LICK THEM SLAVE OR YOUR NIGHT IN THERE WILL BE

HELL.....I MEAN IT. "

     Peter, now inside Cynthia's nylon, licked away at

his

new owners right foot. Cynthia sat back on the couch with her feet

proped.  She was enjoying this.  Moments later she had switched the

nylon to her other foot.  Through the whole process she got what she

wanted.  Anytime Peter would slow down he would be bent by the

flexing of Cynthia's toes.  " I AM GETTING TIRED OF HELPING YOU

LITTLE MAN.  IF YOU KEEP SLOWING DOWN I WILL NOT ONLY KEEP YOU IN MY

SLIPPER FOR THE NIGHT BUT I WOULD ALSO KEEP YOU INSIDE MY NYLON!

" It was finally 11pm.  Cynthia was ready for bed.  " OKAY

SLAVE YOU CAN STOP NOW! " she said.  Cynthia then took her

slippers off along with her nylon.  She then dumped poor Peter on the

bed.  " DAMN....I THINK I WILL SHOWER TOMORROW MORNING.  I KNOW

MY FEET AND MY COOCHIE MAY BE SMELLING UP THE WHOLE HOUSE BUT I AM

THE ONLY ONE IN HERE THAT HAS TO WORRY ABOUT THAT AND I AM TIRED.

LETS SEE PETER WHERE SHOULD I PUT YOU....MMMM. YOU KNOW PETER I

COULD

  USE YOU IN A GOOD SPOT RIGHT NOW UNTIL TOMORROW MORNING....BESIDES

ITS NOT LIKE IT WILL KILL YOU OR ANYTHING. ", Cynthia said.

" You bitch let me go now ", Peter yelled.  " I DONT

THINK SO.  I SHOULD PUNISH YOU FOR CALLING ME A BITCH SLAVE.  YOU

CANT DIE.  I SHRUNK YOU PETER FOR MY ENJOYMENT.  YOU CAN WITHSTAND

ANYTHING THAT I DO TO YOU BUT IF YOU DISOBEY ME I CAN ALWAYS REVERSE

IT AND COMPLETELY SQUASH YOU LIKE A BUG.  WELL, ENOUGH TALK PETER.  I

GUESS YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR GOING TONIGHT!! ", Cynthia said.  As

soon as she said this she picked Peter up quickly from the bed.  She

heard Peter and began to laugh.  " no.....no....noooooo!!

", Peter yelled.  As soon as Peter said his last " no

", he was dropped in the damp crotch secton of Cynthia's

panties.  Peter could only smell fish. It was very rancid.  Then the

unthinkable.  Apparently this was not what Cynthia was talking about.

 Cynthia took her and placed it into her panties.  There she pushed

Peters pathedic form deep

 into her vagina.  This action actually caused her to climax at the

To be continued

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