The Wife
by
Little Husband
My story begins one morning as every other day
begins.
My wife and I got ready for work. She told me that she had to leave early. I
kissed her and watched as she put on her high heels and walked to the garage
door to drive away. I then jumped into the shower and shaved. When I got out I
noticed that I had cut myself. I opened the medicine cabinet and looked for the
rubbing alcohol. I couldn't find it, but I noticed a small bottle of what
appeared to be another type of alcohol. I put it on my face and noticed an
immediate burning sensation. The burn ran down my neck and into my body. I felt
dizzy and blacked out on the bathroom floor. When I awoke I could see the vanity
cabinet towering above me. Everything looked as though I was in a giants house.
The only problem was that this was my house. I walked out of the bathroom and
into the bedroom. I could see the closet door open and my wife's shoes lined up
in neat rows on the floor and on the rack. I walked in and stood by her heels
that were at least the size of a one story building. I was in awe at the size of
her sandles that she had just bought with me this past weekend. I had made fun
of them that they gave her another three inches of height. Now, they were feet
above me just to reach to the soles of the shoe. I walked around the house for
hours loosing all concept of time. I then looked up at our clock and saw that
she would be comming home soon. I then heard the garage door open and the sound
of someone coming into the house. I looked down the hallway and saw my wife
walking toward me with her high heels and stockings. she walked right past me
and kicked off her shoes by the closet door. I yelled up at her, "Linda, I'm
down her on the floor". She didn't even hear me as she walked around the bedroom
oblivious to my situation. I walked out to the middle of the floor and yelled as
hard as I could. She turned around as though she heard me and began to walk
towards me. I could see her red toenails under the tan stockings she wore and
the sound of her footsteps growing louder. I looked up at her to see if she was
looking for me, but she continued to walk until I realized that she was going to
step on me. I fell back and screamed and looked up at the bottom of her foot. I
was to shocked to move and was pressed down into the plush carpet. My body being
caught uder her insole. She continued to walk as though I wasn't even there. I
picked myself up and realized that I had just been stepped on. I looked back and
saw her walking toward me again. I began to run, but it was useless. One step of
hers was like thirtyfive feet for me. Her toe grazed my head and made me fall
sideways. I yelled in fear and began to run the other way. Finally I was able to
run into the closet where her shoes were lined up. She walked into the closet
where I hid behind a pair of clogs. I looked at her huge toes moving up and down
as though they where waiting for me to make a move. She took off her stockings
and threw them down on the floor. I decided to make a dash for it when one of
her stockings fell on me like a gigantic net. I began to move my arms and legs
but I just entangled myself more into the stockings. I could smell the aroma of
her feet and the nylons gripping me and choking my airway. I looked up at her as
she stood over me. Even if she looked down she wouldn't see me laying under her
stockings. She then took her big toe and moved it over me as I lay helpless. She
pressed it down over my legs and kicked the stocking over into the corner of the
closet with me in them. I was now in a ball of nylons trapped in the corner with
her shoes all around me. She then closed the closet door and walked away. I
yelled more, but it was useless. After several hours I tried to escape. I was
finally able to find a hole and get out. I walked under the closet door and
escaped under the closet door and walked to the baseboard. I was afraid to walk
in the middle of the floor for fear of being stepped on again. I was able to
travel to the livingroom where I overheard my wife on the phone. She was talking
to a friend and saying that she had put the bottle in the medicine cabinet and
would hold it for her friend until she came over to pick it up. I was trying to
understand if she knew what was in the bottle, but before I was able to
comprehend the rest of the converstion she walked over towards me. I immediatly
began to run as fast as I could. I fell on the carpet and rolled over to see my
wife standing over me still talking on the phone. I was between her feet waiting
to see what she was going to do. I had very few escape options. She then walked
away from me. I quickly got up and ran toward the bedroom. I was able to hide
under the nightstand. After several hours she decided to go to bed. Since she
knew I was going to be out of town for two days, she wasn't aware of my
situation.
The next morning I heard her in the shower getting ready for work. I saw her
take out her Italian made leather high heels and put them next to the bed. I
decided to make her aware of my situation. I climbed the shoes and managed to
get on top. I knew that when she put her foot in she would have to look down and
then she would see me. I waited until I saw her put on her tan stockings. She
then walked over to me. She put on her left shoe and then looked down at her
right shoe. I jumped up and down sreaming at the top of my lungs. She bumped her
shoe with her toe, causing me to loose my balance. I fell down into her shoe.
All I could see was her foot coming towards me. I was able to get to the side of
her shoe, but I became trapped under her big toe. My legs were pinned and my
body was pressed against the side of her toe. I was sreaming for help. Then I
heard the sound of air like being forced out and then there was darkness. I
could smell the shoe leather and stockings. She began to walk and my legs where
being crushed with each step. She got into her car and left for work with me. I
could hear the sound of voices in her office talking to her. She must have sat
down at her desk because my body felt less crushed. I was having a hard time
breathing since there was only so much air in her shoe. After several hours I
began to gasp for breaths. It was hot and her feet where perspiring. I was
beginning to feel as though I was going to pass out. Suddenly a rush of cold air
came by me and then bright light. She took her foot out of her shoe. I lay on
the soles of her shoes looking up at her long legs. I knew I would have to get
out or I would't be as lucky next time. I crawled up the arch of the shoe and
pulled myself up the sides of the insoles. The walls of the shoes were at least
10 feet high(my size). I could see her foot by the side of the shoe. I was
trying to yell as hard as I could, but my voice was to little. She then kicked
her shoe over. I was now able to crawl out. My legs were still numb from being
pinned under her big toe so I couldn't run. When I looked up I saw her sitting
in her chair. I was then hit from behind and pressed down into the office
carpet. Her foot had found me again. She was talking on the phone as she moved
her toes over me as though I was just dirt on the floor. She didn't even realize
what was under her foot as she kept stepping on me and playing with me under her
feet. I felt as though I would never be big again. My fate was to be crushed
under my wife's feet and her not to know what had happened to me. She then stood
up, and as she did my body became pinned under her instep. I could feel my body
being crushed into the carpet. Her stockings pressed into my face and the smell
of her foot engulfed me. I knew this was the end. Her foot then moved up and she
sat down. Half my body was crushed into her sole as she crossed her legs. My
body was stuck to her foot like a piece of gum. I slowly began loosing my breath
and thought if she would ever find my body someday. Just then her toenail jabbed
into me and scrapped me off the bottom of her foot. I fell to the carpet. I
could see her looking down on the floor to see what she had scrapped off the
bottom of her foot. She looked at me and began to move her body closer. I could
only whisper her name now. I thought that by some miracle she saw me and knew
what I was. But then she put on her shoe and stood up. I looked up at the bottom
of her Italian made leather shoe as she crushed me under her foot. The last
thing she said to the office manager was that the exterminator hadn't done a
good job of spraying as she scraped my body off of her shoe onto the carpet
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