[original Author: Power and Lust]

It was still always a bit scary to be shrunk even smaller dimensions. Just when she was getting accustomed to her doll size…the floor drops out from under her once again. Now the Man before her was a planet of truly Godlike stature. The drumming toes now an impossible seismic mountain range, with the rest fading beyond comprehension. she found it impossible not to drop to her knees.

“Sorry, babe, but you’re so lumpy in there,” Justin had decreed, gesturing at his shoe. “If you want to ride with me, we’ll have to make you more manageable,” as He readied the silvery resizing device. “Or find another bitch to go in my other one!” He had laughed, and triggered the reduction.

joanna covered her ears as His voice boomed from above. The sonic barrage was impossible to understand, nor would her minuscule cries be audible at this size. They were beyond the point of communication; He had become to her as a force of nature. But there was no need to speak. she knew what He expected of her.

Now the fleshy cliffs are upon her, swept up as a speck of debris as Justin catastrophically wriggles his toes. she becomes inescapably mired into a wrinkle, adhering pathetically to the layer of sweaty grime that would ordinarily be an imperceptible film. Bits of lint and dust surrounded her, and she felt lost among them. she couldn’t even be sure which of His toes she had landed on, so infinite was the expanse of foot flesh around her. Now she was merely along for the ride, just another bit of toe jam.

The sensation of the footfalls of the Gods is impossible to understand. joanna was in total darkness, in freefall, then pressed forward, backwards, tumbling through space and struggling to maintain consciousness. Breathe…breathe…try to time it with each step to allow your lungs to expand…filling with the humid vapors of Man musk that dominate her world. Of course joanna knows that Justin liked to be worshiped at all times, and she focuses her breathing on Him. It is easy to worship a God so vastly incomprehensibly immense, to Whom she was merely clinging for survival.

Between immeasurable intervals, there would be thankful moments of repose, as her God’s feet remained comparatively still, when she was able to focus her thoughts. she made sure to focus those thoughts on Justin. Though exhausted, she devotes herself to frenzied worship, screaming prayers, licking desperately at the footscape around her, squirming in the muck. she knows that He likes it when she squirms, though she wasn’t sure if He could actually feel it.

Her body flushes as she grinds herself needingly against the filthy wall of flesh. Overwhelming urges of arousal were inevitable, and encouraged by her God as a display of worship. But she would never dare to orgasm. Not without His explicit command.

Justin…i love You Justin…i need You Justin…You are so perfect, so sexy, You are my world, my life, i adore You, i pledge myself completely to You…Justin…Justin…please step on me Justin…i am nothing…You are everything…Justin my God…

Then suddenly, unexpectedly, after an eternity…a rush of blinding light and cold air. The shoe was coming off.

At the end of the day, joanna stretches and smiles as she regains a few inches in height. she is battered and drenched with sweat and toe grease, but grateful to be granted a slightly less microscopic standing. she purrs and approaches Justin’s bare foot before her, now much more equal in size, kissing and embracing the broad muscles of the sole as if a lover. The meaty sole pushes forward roughly and presses her down into the ground, reminding her forcefully that she is in no way equal to Him.