Trusty Lab Assistant
By Carnaj
It was my freshman year in High School; my 15th winter when my life and survival
became someone else's concern. Through no planning of my own, though because of
my own carelessness I imagine, I lost my ability to decide things for myself.
When I eat, and sleep, and even when I go to the bathroom is all at the whim of
my keeper. It really isn't such a horrible existence, but it can be trying and
humiliating at times, and it is then when I wish it all would end. But it can't,
so fate has decided. So I go on, day after day, doing as I am told...
evermore...
Why me, I don't know. I was a good kid growing up, I like to think. I was happy
at any rate, with parents who loved me and an older sister that did not treat me
too bad. I suppose I was obnoxious from time to time, but who isn't? In school,
I got into my share of fights, and more than a little bit of trouble, but I also
got good grades and even made the honor roll on occasion. I was fairly average
looking, if not a little tall and lanky, with wavy brown hair and a strong
aquiline nose (okay, it was big). I was not ugly by any means, though I was not
in league with my sister either. Christy was two years older than I was, and
anyone who saw us side by side had trouble believing that she and I were
related. She was five foot five (about a foot shorter than me), with sandy
blonde hair, a pert little nose, and a body to die for. All of that, of course,
made her one of the most popular girls in school with the boys. She was
incredibly congenial, which made it hard for the other girls to dislike her. And
she got almost straight A's, that made her a role model for the teachers to brag
about. She was a cheerleader, and an honor student, and just about perfect,
excelling in everything she did...damn her. Christy is not really to blame at
all for my current predicament, except that I blame her for my somewhat
rebellious nature from time to time. A man can only take so much comparison to
his perfect sister before he snaps. Thus it was that when my English teacher was
telling me how my older sister would have approached a certain writing
assignment, I had to go and tell him "Well why don't you go get her to write the
F***ing paper for you then!". Bad mistake on my part. It earned me two weeks of
detention. Now detention at my high school was not sitting after class with all
the campus thugs for hours on end. Some teacher in the past thought it would be
a good idea to have malcontents such as myself go out into the school and help
clean, thus working off our punishment. I'm quite sure that all the teachers at
the time thought that a grand idea and patted themselves on the back for weeks.
My teachers took it in stride as a fact of life, and so I was assigned to help
out in the Science Labs after school for two hours every night for two weeks. My
first scheduled night I arrived promptly after the last bell to Mr. McCormick's
room. He would best be described as the 'Nutty Professor', Fred MacMurray, not
Eddie Murphy. He was an old man about twenty years past retirement, eccentric
and forgetful, with wisps of gray thread where his hair used to be and a pair of
glasses with lenses thick as the bottoms of Coke bottles. He was likable as hell
though, which I imagine was the reason he was not yet out to pasture. I found
him sitting at his desk, shoving papers into an old battered brief case,
preparing to leave. I introduced myself, and handed him my detention note, which
he signed and put in his out box for pick up tomorrow. He then led me around the
Science Class, explaining my duties and what was expected of me, babbling on
about the weather and Physics as his mind wandered. Finally, he excused himself,
explaining that he had a faculty meeting, and that his trusty lab assistant,
Diane, whom he introduced, and who I already knew, would supervise me. I had
grown up with Diane. She lived two houses down from me, and we had played
together when we were little. We had walked to school together almost every
morning until she went on to Junior High School, leaving me in the Sixth grade
as she was one year older. We had drifted apart then, as it was not cool for her
to be seen with an elementary school baby like myself, and then an underclassman
as I followed her to Junior High, and then High School. She was never mean to
me, or rude in any real way, but she did not go out of her way to acknowledge me
either. It was the way of life in school. She had her cliques and friends, and I
had mine. I said 'Hi' when Mr. McCormick introduced us, and she gave me a truly
dazzling smile. I looked her up and down as the teacher explained to her why I
was there, and I realized that I really had not noticed her for awhile. She was
cute, with shoulder length brown hair and huge brown eyes. She did not wear much
makeup; just a little lip gloss and pink polish on her finger and toe nails. Her
body was well toned and shapely, and I remembered that she was on the girl's
soccer team in the spring. That day she was wearing a tight yellow top that
accentuated her breasts nicely, a knee length skirt that hugged her hips and
showed off her legs, and popular blue flat leather sandals with straps and
buckles. We both listened as Mr. McCormick rambled on for a bit, bustling about
the room as he shoved more and more into his already bulging brief case. He was
a character, to say the least, but likable, and I looked forward to taking his
class the next semester. Suddenly, in a flurry, he glanced at the clock on the
wall, bid a hasty farewell, and rushed out the door. Diane and I glanced at one
another and burst out laughing. We chatted for a bit, until Diane thought we had
best get to work cleaning up. She continued talking to me as she straightened
out the desks, telling me to tidy up the dozen workstations. I explained what I
had said to my English teacher and she laughed, sympathetic, as she had gone
through school in the shadow of her own sister, Pam, who was five years older
than she was. Still, she thought I should be used to it by now. I explained that
since Christy was only two years older than I that she was still fresh in the
teacher's minds, and there at school every day, so it was a little different
was. She agreed, but still thought I should get over it, and she was probably
right. It was about an hour into my penance when it happened. Diane had settled
at Mr. McCormick's desk to grade some quizzes for him. I was watching her out of
the corner of my eye, thinking how sexy she looked as she bounced one crossed
leg, chewing on the eraser tip of her red pencil as she perused the papers
before her. I was gathering beakers and bottles and vials into a plastic bin for
washing, going from station to station down the line, my mind more on her than
my work. I don't know if it was my lack of concentration, or the mixture of
chemical fumes, or what, but I felt dizzy and stumbled, falling face first into
the bin of chemicals that shattered on impact, splashing me with a burning
mixture of liquid and gaseous fumes. My upper body was soaked, and my eyes were
burning. I felt my skin boiling and sizzling from some acid based compound. I
screamed. It was a pathetic little shriek, reminding me of a mouse I heard once
that had burned itself trying to squeeze past a hot radiator. I was on the
ground, and couldn't catch my breath to scream again, or call for help as I
sucked in a lungful of the chemical fumes that were clouding around me. I tried
to push up and away, but was too weak, I found, and my head was spinning like a
top. I rolled over instead, splashing in the spilled chemicals, soaking my back
as I gasped for breath. My body was in convulsions by then, and I felt my
muscles cramping up which caused me no end of pain. I heard a ripping sound as I
curled up in a fetal position, the left side of my brain slamming into the right
with a jackhammer's force and speed, an agonizing pain building in my head. My
stomach churned and heaved, and my lunch was suddenly in my mouth and spewing
into the huge puddle beneath me. I voided my bowels, and everything went
black... Diane told me later that I must have only been unconscious for a minute
or two. I don't know, but when I came to, I was hurting. I felt as though I had
gone on a bender the night before. My head was spinning and my skin felt hot,
like sunburn. I could not focus my eyes, which were puffy and tearing. I was
weak and sickly and moaned for anyone in earshot who might take sympathy on me.
I was laying on my back, half sticking out of a huge water (chemical) logged
sheet that I must have pulled over me when I fell to the floor. In my current
inebriated like state, I was seeing things that I thought surely could not be
there. Hallucinations, borne of the best drugs that money could buy. I saw the
melted remains of the plastic bin I had been carrying off to my right, the
shattered remains of the beakers and vials littered about it. The chemicals had
eaten a hole in its side, and looking at it made my stomach lurch again for some
reason. It seemed odd, and gargantuan as I lay there staring at it. I tried to
back away, realizing that I was too close to focus on it and it was messing with
my head. I was weak though, and that little bit of movement winded me. Better to
lay there until help arrived, and I remembered Diane then. She would help me. I
called her name.
"Diane." My voice was hoarse, and barely a whisper. She must have seen me fall
though, or at least heard the commotion I thought. I waited, trying to focus on
the still huge bin, and the gargantuan shards of broken glass... The towering
walls of faded orange and brown that rose up around me. The garish light far
above... Where was I?
THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! The ground began to tremble slightly as I heard
something massive approaching. I shivered in a sudden panic, still unable to
move or cry out, wondering what was coming. I tried to roll over again, but I
was tangled in the huge blue sheet that covered my body and did little more than
prop up on my elbows as a great shadow fell upon me. I craned my neck, trying to
see just what was blocking the light, and my head started to spin again as
little flecks of gray danced in my vision. At the time, I thought I was
hallucinating, as I looked up and saw Diane standing over me. But not the gentle
happy Diane that I had grown up with. Not my friend. Diane was gigantic. I
thought that the chemicals, and my position on the floor were playing with my
vision. Diane appeared to tower above me, seemingly 100 feet tall (though she
later figured the math and placed the relative size at about 60 feet). I stared
in awe, my eyes travelling up her body from the flats of her sandals to the top
of her head, soaking in every monstrous detail. Her toes were closest, just at
the edge of the chemical pool that I was laying in. She was careful not to step
in the liquid I noticed, and she shifted back as it continued to spread. I
followed her legs as they rose like California Redwoods, disappearing into the
folds of her skirt. I tilted my head back to see her stomach, then her breasts,
which almost hid her face from my angle on the floor. I could not see her
expression, as her head was silhouetted by the light overhead, and she held a
chemical mask over her mouth against the fumes, but I could see her eyes, wide
and sparkling. She moved, and I screamed, my voice choking as I thought she
might step on me. I closed my eyes and felt my bowels empty again as I waited to
be crushed under her massive feet. Then I felt a torrent of water raining down
upon me. It was like a waterfall, hitting with a destructive force that ripped
and burned my skin with the force of its impact. I tried to open my eyes, and
squinting, I saw the gigantic Diane spraying down the area with a hose from one
of the workstations. She doused the area for what seemed several minutes,
oblivious to my feeble cries of mercy, spraying the chemical spill towards a
drain set in the floor several yards from where I lay. I screamed, but my
croaking voice was lost under the deluge. I felt my body shift and start to
slide out from under the sheet, towards the drain as Diane bent lower to force
the spill away. I was sliding along the cheap tile floor amidst the melted
plastic and broken glass, just another bit of flotsam to be washed away into the
sewers. I rolled over and over in the flood of water, bouncing along the metal
grate, until I finally came to rest with the spray pounding down over me. I
stared at the dark maw of the pipe beneath me, wondering what horrors awaited me
down below, hoping I might drown before I had to find out. And the water
stopped... I heard God then, her voice soft yet booming over me- "OH MY GOD..."
I started to giggle then, as the absurdity of it all washed over me. God was
calling upon god... Something hard pressed into my sides and I was screaming
again. I was whisked up and away, into the air like a rocket, my body flying as
something metallic swung me through the sky. I saw flashes of color; oranges and
brown, a huge swath of blue splayed on the ground far below, then a splash of
bright yellow before I was surrounded by steely gray and water was rushing past
me again. I sputtered and gasped for breath, realizing that I must somehow be in
one of the workstation sinks. My hands rested on the metal bars that pressed
fiercely into my ribs, and I tried to no avail to pry them apart. I had regained
some of my strength and voice, but I was still helpless as the water cascaded
over me. I felt my body rotate from side to side, and after a few minutes, the
torrent of water ceased. I felt myself flying again, for a heartbeat, before I
was dumped onto a smooth, cool surface. The metal bars soared away into the
distance, and I recognized them as lab tongs as they vanished from my line of
sight. I coughed, spitting water from my lungs as I struggled to regain some
composure. My skin no longer burned, and my head had stopped spinning now that
my body was clean and settled. I tried to regain my voice, clearing my throat as
I rose to my hands and knees. I was still shaking as I looked about, trying to
figure where I was, and saw God staring me in the face. Only God looked exactly
like Diane...
I screamed again, and this time it sounded more like a mewling whimper. I
skittered back as far as my jellied muscles would allow before they gave out and
I cringed in terror as my gigantic friend stared at me. She was resting her chin
on her arm, her big brown eyes wide, a look of astonishment on her suddenly
terrifying face. She made no move towards me, nor barely moved at all as she
watched me, only blinking automatically, and wrinkling her brow as she tried to
puzzle out what had happened. I could feel her warm breath on my bare and
sensitive skin. "BILLY?" Her voice rolled over me in a wave and I clutched at my
ears. It was deafening, like standing at the speakers at a rock concert.
"Diane!" I squealed, remembering the mouse again. "Please!" She looked confused
for a moment, then understood. When she spoke next, her voice was a soft
whisper. "What happened? How..." I looked at her stupidly, puny me staring at
her face. "I don't know." I whined, but I had an idea. Somehow I must have
shrunk. Or maybe I was having the most vivid dream of my life. I thought
whichever, that the mixture of chemicals that I had breathed in and splashed
about my body had done this to me, and I told her so. She seemed a bit dubious,
but the evidence, me, was right in front of her, so it did not take much to
convince her that I was probably right. She stood upright then, and I felt my
stomach twist as I watched her grow before me. She ran her hand through her
short hair as she considered, and I saw her lips twist and curl as she thought
what to do. She even went so far as to place one hand on her hip and scratch her
head with the other. In the end she shrugged, then stared down at my naked body,
laid out on the linoleum countertop of the workstation. "I dunno..." She
shrugged again. "This is way beyond me Billy. Maybe Mr. McCormick would have
some answer, but I don't have a clue as to how this happened." "I don't care how
it happened, Diane. I know how it happened. Change me back!" I screamed. "AM I
SPEAKING CHINESE?" she bellowed. "I DON'T KNOW HOW." She must have realized that
I was hurting as she lowered her voice again. "I'm sorry Billy. I don't know
what chemicals Mr. McCormick was using today, or how much of which you got on
you. I doubt even he'll know, but that's our best hope right now. We should talk
to him." "So go get him." I demanded. She sighed. "He had a faculty meeting, but
that's probably long over. I don't have his home phone number. We'll have to
wait until tomorrow." "Tomorrow!" I screamed. "Yes...Tomorrow. I don't know what
else to do." "Fine." I pouted, and plopped down on the cold countertop. She
stared down at me, a smirk playing at her lips. "I'm not leaving you here."
"What?" I looked up, wondering what she was thinking. "I can't leave you here in
the Science Lab all night. The janitor might sweep you out with the trash." She
giggled, and I got to my feet. "What's your bright idea then?" "I'll take you
home with me." A look of panic crossed her face then. "OH-MY-GOSH! WHAT ABOUT
YOUR FOLKS?" I cringed as her voice boomed again, and I screamed for her to tone
it down. "My parents are away for a couple weeks." I explained. They were
upstate, visiting my Aunt who just had a baby. They would be gone for ten more
days at least, leaving me at the tender mercies of my sister. She would not
realize I was gone for a week. Then I realized what Diane had said. "I'm not
going home with you. Your sister hates me. Imagine if she found me like this.
Six inches tall and helpless. Jesus...She'd grind me into the carpet." "No she
wouldn't" Diane giggled. "Pam just likes to tease. And she and my mom won't even
know you're there. I'll take care of you tonight, and tomorrow we can come in
early and talk to Mr. McCormick." It sounded reasonable. At the time, however, I
could hardly say that I was in a reasonable state of mind. I was on the verge of
panic. I was sure that I was missing something. Diane's sister hated me, ever
since she babysat the two of us years ago. And her mother was no better. I am
quite sure that given the opportunity, she would gladly beat my ass to whip me
into shape. Imagine little six-inch me under her authority...I shudder to think
of it. "Okay..." I finally conceded. "Take me home." "Okay. Gimme a minute." In
a flash Diane moved from my line of sight and I wondered briefly how something
so big could move so fast. I realized that she was taking strides that were ten
times my own, but her size was not impeded in the least. Size was apparently
relative to speed somehow, but before long my mind was awhirl and I wished I had
paid closer attention in my Physics class. Before long she returned, wearing her
long overcoat and her purse looped over her shoulder. "Pocket or purse?" she
asked, and I looked at her in confusion. She scooped me up in the palm of her
hand (I screamed again), and held me just below her face. I could feel her warm
breath again as she spoke. "I can't very well carry you out of the school in my
hand. Someone would see you. Do you want to ride in my pocket, or my purse?" I
stammered, lost in the warmth of her skin as I lay helpless in the palm of her
hand. Something stirred between my legs at this new sensation, and my mind was
mush. I looked up at this beautiful woman who held my body- my life- in her
grip. I could not find my voice. "Purse then." She said it without a second
thought, and before I knew it I was tumbling into the confines of her soft
leather bag. I winced in pain as I bounced off her hairbrush, then settled to
the bottom beside a tube of lipstick and a compact. I glanced about, surveying
my domain, and found that I shared the space also with a packet of tissues, a
nail file, a pen and address book, a sealed Kotex, a bag of sunflower seeds, and
a ring of keys. I saw her face briefly as she peered down into the confines of
her bag to check on me before folding the flap over and sealing me in. I heard
her muffled voice as she told me to hang on, and suddenly we were moving. Diane
was a fast walker, and though I'm sure she was trying to take it easy on me, I
was bumped and jostled like anything else in her bag. I thumped from side to
side, getting friction burns on the coarse leather interior of her bag. I hurt
intensely for a few seconds, but oddly, the pain passed quickly, replaced by
another injury as she rounded a corner or repositioned her purse. I felt a blast
of cold, which lasted several minutes as I realized that she was outside,
heading for her car. Then I heard a new voice, calling her name. I felt the
purse sway to a stop, and knew that Diane was talking to someone. I took the
opportunity of the calm and repositioned the tissues about me to add some
protection to my buffeting about in her bag. I caught bits and pieces of her
conversation, but was not sure what was happening until we started moving again,
and her purse was dropped casually into her car. I heard the engine start, and
felt the new motion of the car as it backed out of its parking space. I crawled
to the top of the bag and peered out, and quickly backed back into the bag. I
saw two heads poking over the front seat. I crouched in terror at the top edge
of the bag, listening as Diane spoke to whoever was riding in the passenger
seat. "I really appreciate this, Diane. I'll kill Steve when I get hold of him."
"It's okay, Kathy. No problem." I gazed up at the girl in the front passenger
seat. It took me a moment to place the name with the oversized head of hair that
I could see, but finally I realized that it was Kathy Byrnes, and my little
heart melted. Kathy was a goddess in my eyes, the image of many of my fantasies.
I wanted to run out and jump and shout to get her attention. I wanted to go to
her home, not Diane's. Then I remembered that I was small, and I realized that
if she took me seriously, she would treat me like a toy, or a pet. I was
crushed. I sat there on the edge of Diane's purse, listening to them gossip for
the ten minute or so that it took to reach Kathy's house. Apparently Steve, the
school jock and her steady boyfriend, had ditched her after school and left her
without a ride, the bastard. I wanted to kick his ass, but realized that at my
size I could barely kick his pinky. We pulled into Kathy's driveway, and she got
out of the car, saying her 'thankyous and good-byes', and the car door slammed
shut and she was gone. Diane peered back over the seat at me. "Sorry about that.
She was begging me for a ride home. I couldn't say no." She gave me a weak
smile, and I waved it off. "Just get me home."
It was another fifteen minutes before we pulled into Diane's drive and she told
me to get back in the purse. I did as I was told, and was jostled about as she
slung the bag over her shoulder and went into her house. I slammed up against
the side of the bag, feeling her hip for a second before I fell away again. Her
brush tumbled on top of me, and I was pushed up onto her lipstick. I heard her
call out when we were inside the house, but heard no answer before she bounced
me into her room and dumped me onto her bed. I crawled out of Diane's purse to
find her hanging her long coat on a hook behind her door. I looked around the
room and found it little changed from when I was last there years before. It was
still in pastels; pink and blue, and rather plain. She had a nice desk and bed
set, obviously too big for me, as well as a vanity and a matching nightstand.
She had replaced a ballerina lamp on her nightstand with one a bit more adult,
and the clown posters I remembered on her walls were now posters of current boy
bands. A typical girl I thought as she hung up her coat, then plopped onto the
edge of the bed, giggling as I bounced. "Sorry." she said, but I did not believe
she really was. I stood up. "So what happens now?" I asked. She shrugged. "I
dunno. I guess we wait until tomorrow. We'll go in early and talk to Mr.
McCormick." I watched as she bent over and undid the buckles on her sandals,
sliding her feet free and dropping the shoes onto the floor. She settled back
onto the bed, her back against the headboard, stretching her legs out and
crossing her ankles. She looked down at me, a little smile playing on her lips.
"Hungry?" she asked, and I nodded. "A little, I guess." She sniggered, but I
missed the joke. "Okay." She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood
up, towering over me. "I'll go-" "Pam! Diane! I'm home!" We both paled as we
heard the front door slam in another part of the house, and Diane's mother
calling out. I had no doubt that should Diane's mother find me, she would find
some cruel way to abuse me. She was a healthy woman, a little overweight and
evil in my mind. I've seen her drag her dogs down the street, straining on their
leashes, and I know she used to spank Diane for the slightest infraction. God
knows what she might do to little, helpless me. I could see by the expression on
Diane's face that she knew it too. "Well, so much for that idea. I better go out
and keep her company so she doesn't wander in here. I'll bring you some food
later, when I can." I plopped down on her bed, feeling dejected. "Great. What am
I supposed to do 'til you come back? You don't even have a television." Diane
glanced about the room, puzzled for a moment, then bent down by the foot of her
bed. "Here," she said, tossing her sandals onto the bed beside where I sat. "You
can play with my shoes until I come back. Clean 'em up if you like. I'll be back
soon." And she was gone... I sat there, staring at the blue leather of the
sandals before me. I could see the imprints of her toes and heels on the
insoles. I could smell her in the leather. Was she joking? Did she suspect? Did
she know that I loved feet? I had thought of her that way before, when we were
younger, but I could not remember ever sharing that with her. But here were her
shoes, right in front of me. Bigger than me. "Clean 'em up..." she had said.
Slowly, I crawled forward...
It was several hours before Diane came back to her room. I looked up as the door
opened, smelling of shoe leather and feet, my tongue dry and gritty. She smiled
and came bounding in, plopping on the bed beside me and bouncing me into the air
again. "Sorry it took so long, Billy. I had to keep mom busy, then Pam came home
and we ate. I just couldn't get away until now." I looked at the clock on her
nightstand, and it was after ten. I sighed. "Did you bring me anything to eat?"
Diane had her sandals in her hands, looking them over and glancing at me out of
the corner of her eye. She set the shoes on the floor, then dug into the pocket
of her skirt. "Yeah." She tossed a half-eaten bag of peanuts onto the bed beside
me. "Sorry no real food. Mom was tired and dinner was next to nothing. And you
know how Pam eats." That was true. I remembered from the times when Pam sat
Diane and me that Pam ate everything in sight. She stayed thin though, which was
odd. I stared at the peanuts, and finally took one in both hands. One or two
would make a meal for me. I nibbled at it as Diane got ready for bed. She
started to pull her shirt over her head, then hesitated when she noticed me
watching. "Hey. Turn around, you." "You're kidding, right? I've seen you naked
before." And I had. We had played doctor a few times growing up. She smirked,
pulling her shirt back down and putting her hands on her hips. "That was years
ago, Billy. I've changed some." "I know." I said, wishing I had some water to
wash down the peanut. "But it's not like I'm not naked too." I stood up,
displaying my naked body for her scrutiny. "That's different. You're...Well, I'm
sorry, but you're hardly normal right now. You're like a doll. Anatomically
correct, I suppose. But you don't even seem real." "Thanks." "You know what I
mean..." "No, I don't." I snapped. "Just what do you mean?" Diane sighed,
watching me watching her. I could see that she was mentally wrestling with some
inner turmoil, but I never expected that she would do what she did when she
reached a decision. In a flash she reached down and snatched me up, her thumb
and forefinger pressing into my ribs. Futilely I beat my puny fists against her
fingers as she held me before her face. She was biting on her lower lip, her
brows arched in sorrow or pity. She squeezed... "STOP IT!" she said in her
normal voice which rattled my body I was so close to her face. The pain in my
ribs forced me to stop. Diane was hurting me, but she did not ease up the
pressure. She squeezed until I was seeing stars, and those little exploding
flecks of gray I loved so much. She was not even trying hard. "Now do you know
what I mean?" Her voice was a whisper again, but seemed almost normal to me. I
whimpered in her grip as she squeezed her finger and thumb together, threatening
to break me in half. "You're like a bug to me Billy. Not a real boy. You're my
friend, and I don't want to hurt you, but you have to understand that at the
moment, you're nothing without me. I could squeeze my fingers together and pop
you like a zit." I begged her to stop, and through a haze of pain I saw her
frown. She loosened her grip, but kept me between her fingers. "You listen to me
Billy. Please. You need me. Imagine what my mother or Pam would do with a little
boy like you." She was still frowning, and seemed sorry, but I saw a twinkle in
her eye as she thought about that. I shuddered, suddenly terrified for my life.
"Shall I toss you out in the hall and find out?" "No..." I whined. "Please,
Diane. I'll do whatever you say." She smirked. "Good." She tossed me onto her
pillows, watching as I bounced and rolled onto the bed itself. "Now turn around
and eat your peanuts like a good little boy while I get undressed. And no
peeking." There was nothing I could do, but do as I was told. In moments, Diane
was dressed in an over-sized tee shirt that she wore as a nightgown. She said
she would be back in a minute, and I should finish eating, so I did as she left
the room, closing the door behind her. She was gone for awhile, and eventually I
heard the far off familiar sound of a flushing toilet. This made me realize that
I had to relieve myself as well. I looked about, wondering what to do. I dared
not make a mess that she might find. God knows what she might do, now that I
knew she had no qualms about punishing me. I was still considering when she
returned, her face scrubbed and hair brushed out for bed. She scooped up my
peanut bag and saw that I had barely eaten three of the half bag she had given
me. It was too much for my tiny body. She smiled down at me, dangling the bag
over my head. "All done, Billy?" "Yes, Diane." She was still speaking softly,
but she was saying my name in a little singsong voice that she knew had
irritated me when we were younger. It still grated on my nerves, but I tried to
ignore it. "Diane... I have to go to the bathroom." Diane smirked, barely
stifling a giggle. "Hmmn... I hadn't thought of that. But I guess if you have to
eat, it's only logical that you'll have to go. What to do?" She glanced about
the room, looking for something for me to go in, I assumed. Finally she went to
a pile of clothes on the floor in the corner and produced a white knee sock. She
held it up for my approval. "Here we go." She said, twirling the sock as she
came back to the bed. "You want me to go in your sock?" I said, unbelieving.
"Not in the way you think. I'll take you to the bathroom, but I can't just carry
you. What if Pam or mom saw you? I'll hide you in my sock, and they'll think I'm
just washing them out for school tomorrow. Brilliant, hunh?" There was something
wrong with her plan, but before I could reason it out, she had scooped me up and
dropped me into the mouth of her tube sock. I slid down to the toe as she raised
it up, and quickly started gagging from the smell. It was obviously one of her
Gym socks, or one she wore in soccer practice, and from the odor, it must have
been several days on that pile. It smelled of her feet. It reeked of her feet,
and I could barely breathe. Worse, as she strolled leisurely to the bathroom,
Diane was casually swinging the sock in a wide arch, which was helping to turn
my stomach into knots. I tried to hold back the chunks of peanut I had just
eaten, not wanting to vomit in her crusty sock, though I doubted she would
notice. Suddenly I was tumbling head over heels out of the sock as it was
upended. I spilled out onto the slick counter top in the bathroom and continued
to tumble, right into the sink. Thankfully the stopper was in the drain as I
crashed to a stop on top of it. I moaned, rubbing my back and stomach as I
looked up at Diane's pretty, smiling face. She seemed to be enjoying this more
and more. "Okay...Go ahead. Make it quick." She said this, then settled in to
watch. I stared up at her, still lying in the bottom of the sink. "I can't go
with you hovering over me like that." I felt my whole body turn crimson, and I
foolishly directed my hands to cover my privates. "You're kidding, right?" "No."
I blushed deeper, struggling to my feet while still trying to hide my manhood. I
don't know why that suddenly mattered, as she had seen it already, but it did.
"Not with you watching." I said it firmly, staring into her huge brown eyes,
hoping that she might show me some of the sympathy she had shown before.
Finally, she shrugged and turned away. "Okay. That better?" "Yes." I answered,
and turned my back to her. "Thank you." I said pathetically, then concentrated
on forcing myself to pee. It took an effort, and several minutes, and in the end
barely a trickle emerged. My privates shriveled up like a prune when I was
through, but I felt better. I turned around to tell her I was ready and found
her looking at me with a grin. "That was so cute. All better now?" If I had not
already been a mere six inches tall, I felt I would have shrunk away to nothing.
I nodded, humiliated, and felt myself scooped up and swiftly wrapped in a
terrycloth towel. It was hot, and I could barely breathe as she hugged the
bundle of me to her body. I was moving again, and I figured she was returning to
her bedroom, carrying me.
I was dumped onto the bed again when the towel was unrolled. I quickly tried to
get my barings and saw Diane rummaging through her dresser drawers on the other
side of the room. She glanced over and saw me watching, and gave me her dazzling
smile again. She looked once more in the drawer, and apparently satisfied, came
over and gently picked me up. She carried me to her dresser drawers in the palm
of her hand. "I've been thinking about where to put you for the night. It had to
be someplace safe and warm. I thought about letting you sleep on the bed, but I
might roll over and crush you. I thought that maybe I could make you a little
bed in my nightstand, or in a shoebox, but then I figured a great place; nice
and soft and warm..." She tilted her hand and I tumbled out. I did not fall far,
and fell into a silky soft pile of fabric that could only be one thing. "My
panty drawer." Diane giggled as I tried to sit up in the soft, fluffy pile of
her underwear. It was all clean, and for that I was glad, but it was still
degrading, and I told her so. "Diane...Please. This is humiliating." She stared
down at me, giving me a stern look. "Oh, hush." she said, her hand dipping into
the drawer to hover over me. She extended a finger and gave me a poke, toppling
me over with amazing ease. "You'll be perfectly safe and have complete privacy
once I close the drawer." "Close the drawer?" "Of course. I can't have you
wandering off and getting hurt, or having mom or Pam find you. God, what if the
cat got hold of you?" "Cat?" "You remember Fluffy, don't you?" I hadn't, until
she reminded me. I remembered a fat yellow nasty creature that always hissed at
me whenever I came near. I shuddered. "Fluffy might think you were a mouse at
your size and gobble you up." She giggled and I hung my head. It just got worse
and worse. I felt the drawer start to slide closed and glanced up at Diane's
leering face, filling the dwindling sliver of light. "Now you be good and sleep
tight. I'll wake you in the morning so we can go see Mr. McCormick. Nighty-night."
The drawer slid shut and I was locked in a soft, suffocating darkness. With the
drawer sealed, I started to smell the aroma of Diane's personal things, still
faintly scented with her body odors; sweat, perfume, her womanhood. Her
underwear was not as clean as I had originally thought, or maybe at my size, it
was just more overpowering. I tried to ignore the scent as I stumbled about in
the dark, knee deep in her soft panties. I tried to somehow move the drawer, to
slide it open again, but it was too big. Rather, I was too small. But not small
enough as I tried to climb through the slight gap at the back of the drawer and
found it too slim. After some time I sank into my silky mattress, defeated.
There was no way out of the drawer. I was just too small and helpless. I settled
back, wrapping up in a pair of Diane's cotton panties for warmth, and oddly,
security. I prayed that night for the first time in probably a dozen years.
Really prayed; that Mr. McCormick would be able to help me, and more
importantly, that Diane would actually take me back to school to see him. Sleep
was a long time coming...
'Doc' Ellington
I woke to total darkness, breathing hard. A wave of panic washed over me as I
tried to accustom my sight to the shadows and did not recognize my surroundings.
I did not know where I was, and started to flail about, tangling myself in the
blankets about me. I felt silk and cotton, and there was a strange, suffocating
smell in the air. I called out for my father, my mother... The earth moved and I
tumbled back into the darkness. I thought it was an earthquake, and in my
present state of disorienting panic, I screamed. I saw the roof of my room
split, and a wide shaft of glaring light beamed down on me from the heavens. I
started to remember where I was, and what had happened to me. I had been shrunk.
There had been an accident at school and a mixture of spilled chemicals had
somehow combined to shrink me down to the size of a mouse. My friend, Diane, had
been there, and took me home for the night in order to keep me safe until we
could confront Mr. McCormick, the Science teacher with my condition. She had put
me in her panty drawer for the night, for safekeeping. I stared up into the
blinding light, blinking away tears as my eyes adjusted. I wondered what time it
was, and what was going on. It felt as though I had just fallen asleep. I was
dead tired, but felt otherwise healed. I had been in a sorry state after the
accident; sick and dizzy and weak, and my skin was burned and blistered. My body
felt fine now though, and I wondered at the miraculous rate of healing as I ran
a hand over my smooth, unmarred skin. A shadow filled the bar of light, and I
squinted to take in Diane's gigantic, harried face as it filled my field of
vision. She looked as out of it as I felt, as though she had just woke up. Her
short hair was tousled and out of place. Sleep crusted in the corners of her
huge brown eyes as she blinked at me. She had no makeup on, though I knew she
wore little anyway, and I noticed that she had the cutest trail of faint
freckles running from cheek to cheek, across her nose. She seemed out of sorts,
but gave me a little smile as she saw that I was awake. "WE'RE LATE." Her voice
boomed over me, and I winced in pain, covering my ears, though it was not as bad
as it had been the day before. I assumed that I was getting used to my current
state of being. I saw pity cross her features, and she spoke softly from then
on. "Sorry. I overslept. My alarm didn't go off." Without warning or apology,
Diane reached a massive hand into the drawer and scooped me out along with a
pair of panties. She set us on the bed, then continued rummaging through her
drawers, continuing to speak as she searched for clothes. "We've gotta get
going. As it is, I don't think we'll make the first bell." She tossed a bra and
a pair of socks on the bed beside me, then hurried for the door. "We'll have to
see Mr. McCormick at lunch." "Lunch!" I yelled after her, but it was too late.
Diane rushed out of the room, the door swinging too behind her. I plopped onto
the soft bed and hung my head, wondering just how long this nightmare was going
to go on. Under other circumstances, it might have been fun...even erotic, I
suppose. There were a lot of things I guy my size could do to and for a girl
like Diane. But I didn't think of her that way. Not really. She was really cute,
but she was my friend, and had been for too long. Even when we had played
'doctor' a time or two when growing up together, it had never gone beyond 'I'll
show you mine if you show me yours'. Still, I had noticed how she had matured.
She had a great set of legs, and nice breasts. And I loved her feet. But then I
loved all women's feet: my own sick little fetish. I leaned back, taking in the
vast expanse of the comforter and the things Diane had placed near me. I was
well aquainted with her panties, having spent the night with them, and I had
spent a brief, agonizing minute in one of her tube socks, so there was nothing
new there for me either. Her bra however was another story all together. It
towered over me as I crawled over to it, its black cups like twin hills pointing
to the sky. I reached out and touched it, feeling the stiff, lacy material. It
felt cool. I stood and circled it, feeling the straps and buckles as I passed
them, then walking between the mounds to return where I had started. I started
laughing, thinking how the bra seemed like a statue to me; like a huge monument
dedicated to the majesty of Diane's breasts. I fell back to the bed, holding my
stomach, laughing even harder. Something caught my attention and I cut short my
laughter. Listening intently, I heard the far off sound of water cascading in
the shower in the bathroom, and knew that Diane was still occupied. I rolled
over onto my stomach and lay flat, surveying the room. I noticed nothing new, or
out of place, until I glanced at the door. It had swung open and was now
slightly ajar. Diane had pulled it too, but it had not latched shut. I waited,
not moving and barely breathing. I rationalized that if someone had opened an
outer door in the house that a breeze or air pressure might cause this one to
shift. Even someone passing in the hall might have stirred the door to swing
open, but I had heard no one pass. I trembled, realizing what I feared it might
be. Fluffy...
As if on cue, prompted by my mental utterance of its name, the big, ugly beast
pounced up onto the bed. It might have been actually fluffy once upon a time,
but now its yellow hair was streaked with gray and pale and matted down in spots
on its body. It was as fat as I remembered, though obviously much bigger from my
current point of view. One eye was glazed white and milky, but the other was
alert and peering about. I saw its nose wrinkle, its whiskers twitching as it
sniffed, seeking me. I stayed prone on the bed, partially hidden by Diane's bra.
Terror swept over me, crashing down like a wave, and I had to bite my tongue to
keep from crying out. I watched the beast as it padded towards the pillows at
the head of the bed, hoping that the lingering odors of Diane's body would mask
my own scent. It was huge, and my mind conjured images of the great prehistoric
cats that probably plagued the lives of my far distant ancestors. I felt like a
claymation figure in an old Harryhausen monster movie. I barely stifled a moan
as I watched Fluffy circle twice then settle in on the pillows for a nap. I was
trapped. "DI?" I heard a knock on the door and buried my head in the comforter
in dismay as Diane's sister, Pam, eased into the room. This just got better and
better. I held my position, still hidden behind Diane's brassier, hoping that
like the cat, Pam would not see me. She stopped just inside the doorway, looking
around the room, obviously annoyed that Diane was not available for her. Pam was
taller than Diane, and thus, towered far above me even from a distance. She was
in decent shape too, though slimmer than her younger sister, and with a little
more muscle tone as she was on the volleyball team through high school, and now
in college I suspected. Her hair was longer and a little lighter than Diane's,
and she had it tied back in a tight ponytail. She wore no makeup as well, but
had on a slender pair of round spectacles that I did not remember seeing her
wear before, though I had not really seen her at more than passing in months.
She wore a tight tee shirt of green that did not really do anything to flatter
her small breasts, and a pair of faded blue denim pants that hugged her slender
hips but made her long legs seem too straight. She seemed about to leave, and I
prematurely let out a sigh of relief when she noticed the cat curled up on the
pillows. Her face broke into a wide grin as she stepped into the room and
flopped onto the edge of the bed to scratch the beast behind its ears. It hissed
slightly, having been roused from its nap, then started to purr in a gravelly
voice as Pam scratched it pleasurably. "HI KITTY." Pam's voice echoed around the
room and pounded my eardrums, but there was nothing I could do but bear it. It
was loud, but did not hurt as Diane's had the day before. I watched as she
stroked and poked at the cat, wishing that she would just pick the creature up
and leave. "GETTING HAIRS ALL OVER DIANE'S BED, KITTY." She giggled, and I
cringed. "PRINCESS ISN'T GOING TO LIKE THAT." Pam sniggered and brushed the
beast harder, depositing more hairs onto Diane's pillows with every stroke.
Fluffy, apparently tired of the unwanted affection, stood and quickly bounded
off the bed and, thankfully, out the door, leaving Pam with a handful of fur.
Pam brushed her hands together, letting the stray hairs fall to the bed, then
shifted her weight, about to rise. My heart skipped a beat as her huge face
turned fully in my direction. Our eyes locked, and she cocked her head in
curiosity. I saw her hand rise up and soar towards me like some great bird of
prey. I tensed, ready to bolt... "PAM!" Diane's voice screeched, breaking the
tense silence and jerked Pam up short just inches from grabbing me. Pam shot to
her feet to confront her sister who was standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped
about her body and her damp hair hanging loosely about her shoulders. She looked
awesome. "HIYA SIS." Pam said casually standing before Diane with a conceited
smirk on her face. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" Diane asked as she moved past
her sister and over to the bed to block me from Pam's view. She had to speak
normally, and I had to endure it. "NOTHING MYSTERIOUS, DIANE. I NEED A RIDE TO
THE CAMPUS IS ALL. I THOUGHT MAYBE YOU COULD DO ME THAT FOR ME." "I'M LATE AS IT
IS, PAM. CAN'T YOU TAKE THE BUS?" Diane sat on the bed, trying to act casual,
and began brushing out her still dripping hair. Pam frowned, and I heard her
sigh as though put upon. "I'VE GIVEN YOU PLENTY OF RIDES BEFORE, BRAT. YOU KNOW
MY CAR'S IN THE SHOP. TIME FOR YOU TO RETURN THE FAVOR." I saw Pam cross her
arms, waiting for a reply, and it was Diane's turn to sigh. Diane was too nice
for her own good. I would have made the bitch walk. "OKAY, PAM. GIMME A MINUTE
TO GET READY." Pam grinned triumphantly, having won again, then turned on her
heel to leave. "HURRY UP." she added, before pulling the door closed behind her.
Diane shifted on the bed, and turned to face me. A look of concern crossed her
face, but when she saw that I was all right her expression softened. She smiled
apologetically and my heart melted. "Sorry about that. I guess we're stuck with
her for awhile. Luckily the college is on the way to school, so it shouldn't
make us any later than we already are." She got up then, and went over to the
vanity table to sit and finish her hair. I watched as she then applied a bit of
lip-gloss, and a pale hint of shadow to her eyes. I thought about telling her
about the cat, but decided against it. I did not want her to worry, as she did
seem concerned about my predicament, and my safety, despite the little bits of
humiliation she had put me through the night before. Better to remind her to
close the door next time, or maybe hide me if she was going to leave me alone.
Hopefully there would not be a next time. Finally she got up from the vanity and
went to the closet. She pulled out a tee shirt and jeans, and dropped a pair of
worn leather sneakers on the floor by the bed. She ordered me to turn around
then, making a little twirling motion with her finger, and I complied. I made a
big show of feeling dejected though, and this caused her to laugh happily, a
sound like silver Christmas bells. Everything she did suddenly seemed pleasing
to me, and I started to worry. What was happening to me now? I felt the bed
rock, and I tumbled over. I turned to see Diane tying her shoes, now fully
dressed. She looked like any other girl from school, dressed rather plainly.
Nothing glamorous or outstanding, but to me she seemed beautiful. I wondered if
I was falling in love as I stared at her, or was it some motherly/protection
thing. I had not taken Psychology yet, but I shuddered at the implications of
the latter. Diane glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and caught me
staring. "What?" she asked, and I stuttered, saying it was nothing. She gave me
an odd look, then scooped up her purse from the floor and set it on the bed,
undoing the clasp and opening the flap. She ordered me in as she gathered her
coat, then asked if I was ready before shouldering the bag and heading out the
door and out of the house.
It was a chilly morning, but I had some protection in the purse, and I added to
it, wrapping in a tissue to cover my naked body. I was prepared for the ride
this time as well, and braced myself against the impending bumps and swinging.
Before we got to the car I heard Pam's muffled voice ringing with a snide tone.
"About time. I was getting cold." "Sorry Pam." I heard Diane answer, trying to
remain pleasant. "I did have to get dressed." "Whatever." There was no love lost
between these two. Suddenly the flap on the purse opened and I briefly saw
Diane's face before her hand dove in. I wondered what was going on, then
realized that she was fishing for her car keys. On a whim, I reached out and
stroked her finger, and I heard her gasp in surprise. She casually flicked me
away, then snatched the keys out of the bag, closing the flap again. "What's
your problem?" I heard Pam ask, and Diane told her that she had just pricked her
finger, which made me laugh. Within moments we were all in the car, and I was
dumped onto the back seat again. I heard the engine start, and soon we were off.
The drive to school was about fifteen minutes, less for the college, and the
sisters barely acknowledged one another during the entire trip. After a bit, I
cautiously crawled to the top of the purse and poked my head out of the opening.
Diane had dropped me directly behind the passenger seat, so there was little
chance of Pam spotting me, so I settled back to enjoy the ride. I watched
buildings pass by, and occasionally the reflection of another car in the window,
though nothing came near enough to see me. Before long the car turned sharply,
and the buildings were replaced by trees and I knew we had pulled onto the
campus grounds. I edged back into the purse as I felt the car slow and Diane
asked Pam where she wanted to be let out. Pam directed her, and eventually the
car stopped. I heard Pam climb out, and without a 'thank you', heard the door
slam shut. "Bitch." I heard that. I felt the bag shift, and I tumbled down to
the bottom as Diane moved it to the front seat. "You can come out now, Billy." I
heard her say, and I cautiously poked my head out again as I felt the car start
to move. "Is it safe?" I asked, knowing that it was, and Diane smiled at my show
of timidity. "Yeah...It's safe. The wicked witch is gone. Ding-Dong." We both
laughed and I settled down on her purse, which was softer than the vinyl seat
cushions of the car. I watched Diane as she maneuvered the car, shifting gears
and watching the road, her eyes always roving. I was totally enraptured by the
way her feet moved, shifting from pedal to pedal as she changed gears, sped up
or braked. It was like some bizarre ballet, and I could not help fantasizing
what it would be like to be under her shoes, her feet pressing down on me. "Are
you okay?" Diane's voice snapped me from my daydreams and I jerked my head up to
find her staring at me. We were not moving, apparently stopped for a red light
as I heard cars buzzing by in the distance. I blushed under her gaze, and turned
away, noticing that I had an erection. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer.
"You were really spacing out there, Billy. Is everything all right?" Her voice
was soft and sweet, and I could see the concern in her face when I got the
courage to look up at her again. "I'm fine." I mumbled sheepishly, but she did
not seem convinced. "What were you staring at down there...My feet?" I swallowed
my heart, which had suddenly swollen in my throat, and nodded. Diane snorted in
amusement, and shook her head. "What is with you? Are you one of those foot
fetish freaks?" I stared up at her. This was not going in a good direction. "I
wouldn't say freak, exactly." "I would have thought that you had other things to
occupy your mind right now." A horn blared behind us, and Diane started the car
moving again. Like an idiot, I let my gaze drift to her feet, just for a second.
She caught it. "Jeez." She giggled, then glanced at me, keeping one eye on the
road. Her face was all seriousness now as she eyed me critically. "Did you clean
my sandals last night, when I left them on the bed?" she asked, and my voice
locked up. I nodded. "I thought so. I was just joking when I told you to, but I
noticed they looked cleaner when I came back. What did you do? Polish them with
the bed spread?" "N-no..." I whispered. I was too far gone now. I had to tell
her. "I- I used my tongue..." "You licked them?" she gasped, and I felt the car
swerve slightly. "You licked my dirty SHOES?" Her voice rose, but I don't think
she was aware of it. "WHAT ARE YOU...SICK?" I covered my ears, begging her to
calm down, and within a few blocks she did. I could see that her face was
flushed with embarrassment, and her breasts were heaving as she tried to steady
her breathing. She stared straight ahead as we waited at another red light, and
I sat there stupidly, wondering what to say. When we started moving again, she
spoke up first. "I'm sorry, Billy. That was mean of me to say what I did. It was
just a little...shocking." "As opposed to talking to a six-inch tall guy sitting
on your purse." I joked, and she smirked. "You know what I mean. Don't try to be
cute." She scolded me, but I could tell she did not really mean it. "It's
just...Well...We've known each other for years, and it's strange to hear
something like that coming from one of your best friends." She glanced down at
me and grinned, "Despite his current conditions." I watched as she eased the car
around a long curve and knew that we were now about five minutes from the
school. When she positioned the car for a long stretch, she glanced at me again.
"How long have you had this...fetish?" "Since I was little...younger (I
corrected)." "You've had a thing for my feet since we were kids?" "Well...Not
just your feet. All women's feet. But especially their shoes." "Oh." She seemed
a little hurt at that, but I couldn't figure why. "Even your mother and sister?"
"Yes...I guess so. But it was nothing sexual." I quickly added, lest she think
me some kind of freak again. She considered for a moment, easing the car into
another lane. "I think it's nothing but sexual, Billy. But I know what you mean,
I think. What about my mother's feet? And Pam's?" I nodded sheepishly, and she
laughed. "Now that's grotesque." We drove on, and I saw that sparkle in her eye
again. "What do you want to do to my feet, Billy?" she asked. "There's not much
I can do at this size." I kidded, and she sniffed, hiding her amusement. "You're
being cute again, shorty." She flashed her dazzling smile again, and I was hers.
"You answer me now, and tell me the truth. I'd hate to have to punish you for
fibbing." She chuckled, and I felt the car slowing down. "Do you want to kiss my
feet? Lick my shoes? Is that what gets you hot?" "Yes." I whispered, and this
seemed to delight her for some reason. "Have you ever done it with a girl
before? The feet thing, I mean." "No." "Would you like to?" I stared up at her
in disbelief. She was staring squarely down at me, a smile of anticipation
curling her lips. I only then noticed that the car had stopped. "God, yes." I
said, and fell forward onto my knees, which was really not all that much of a
shift in my position, but Diane got the hint. In a flash she had gently scooped
me up in her hand and deposited me on the gritty floormat at her feet. She
stared down at me through her legs, and I in turn stared up at her, wondering
what I should do next. I guess I looked pretty stupid, as she burst out in a fit
of giggles. "Well, go ahead." She urged me on, seeing that I was confused, then
returned her attention back to the road as she eased the car back out into
traffic. "No reason you shouldn't have a little fun with this, and it certainly
won't bother me if it doesn't bother you. Just be careful down there. Don't get
under foot." She ignored me then, so I turned about and stared at her feet. They
seemed huge to me, though I'm sure in actuality they were quite small. I watched
as they went through the motions of driving the car; brake, gas, shift. After a
bit, the car was running smoothly and Diane slid her foot off of the clutch
pedal and placed it flat on the floor. Cautiously, I approached, feeling the
vibrations of the car through my own bare feet. I could smell the well-worn
leather of her shoe as I inched my way forward. She was wearing ankle socks, and
I stared at the little pink fuzzy ball that dangled before my eyes. It was
almost mesmerizing, the way it bounced with the movements of the car, and
tentatively I reached out and touched it. It felt strange. I reached past the
ball and caressed the leather of her shoe. It was soft and smooth, and oddly
warm, from the heat of Diane's feet I supposed. I stroked the leather lovingly,
trailing my hand along the side of her foot as I made my way to the toe cap. I
could see her toes flexing under the leather, like a thing alive, some captive
animal. A 'toe beast'. I giggled at the thought. I glanced up, and caught her
glancing away. Diane was watching me, and watching out for me, I suspected. I
bent low, lying on the tip of her shoe so she could feel my weight, and kissed
her foot. "SHIT!" I heard Diane scream and suddenly the car veered sharply,
sending me sprawling off of her shoe and out of control. I slammed back against
the brake pedal, dazed from the impact as Diane's foot shifted to press down
over me. I briefly saw the worn tread on the sole of her shoe before her foot
covered me and pressed down on the pedal (and me) with all her weight. I
screamed in agony as her foot mashed me flat, expecting to hear my own body pop
as I exploded under her shoe. Oddly, I did not die. Her foot continued to press
down on me, and I continued to scream as I felt the car skid to a stop with a
squeal of rubber. After an eternity, Diane shifted her foot, and I was peeled
away from the pedal to fall face first onto the floor mat. I felt the grit on
the rubber mat under my body, and the stiff bristles
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