[Original Author: Power and Lust]

Growing larger was almost as disorienting an experience as shrinking; after spending all day as a speck, it felt somehow wrong, claustrophobic to get so big so fast. Alice asked Eliot to stop when she was the size of a lapdog, so she could pause and catch her breath. The world had changed drastically. She still felt positively tiny, but not in immediate danger of becoming lost or crushed. She began to relax. Her churning thoughts began to settle…it’s crazy how much the shrinking process warps the mind. It had felt exhilarating, addictive, maybe dangerous. She was glad to be thinking more clearly.

Now that they could better communicate, they spent some time talking, laughing, flirting, reflecting on the experience. She showed him the pictures she had taken, and he seemed impressed. More than impressed. She looked downward with embarrassed joy at the giant’s beaming approval.

She had a lot to say about his feet. He seemed to enjoy hearing about it.

“You’ve got really nice feet, too, you know like some guys have nasty feet, but yours are just like so nicely-shaped, I loved watching every time you stepped over me…” What are you doing Alice, you’re hopeless, you can’t just babble to this hot guy about his feet… “You know, when I was really tiny I even thought about giving you a foot rub.” What the hell, you’re oversharing Alice, shut up!

“Really,” mused Eliot. After a moment he kicked his feet up on the coffee table where Alice was standing. She took a step back reflexively…she was bigger than a foot now, but each meaty slab still rivaled her in size. “You still interested?”

“Oh…OK…yeah, of course! I would love to!” Alice throws herself into her task. She feels at her size that she is able to provide a worthy foot massage, when before she was practically unnoticeable. But she wanted to apply her full body strength. She pulled and squeezed at the toes and ligaments, leaning her full body weight into the effort. These were sexy, manly, athletic feet that deserved proper pampering. She had watched and appreciated them all day from afar, and now she had the opportunity to get up close and personal. Eliot’s groans of satisfaction filled her with warmth and fervor.

“You know these little lines and swirls in your skin are amazing, they’re like little ridges, at this size you can really see the texture,” kneading the ball of his foot. “I was thinking, what if next time, I shrink REALLY small and go down into the wrinkles and valleys…instead of exploring your kitchen I could explore your toeprint…could spend days in there…mmm…hey is it hot in here? Are you hot?” Alice was sweating from the exertion. “So hot all of a sudden…”

“Maybe you should take off your clothes,” Eliot suggests with a boyish grin. Take off my clothes? That’s crazy, I couldn’t possibly! But…he asked…and it’s so hot…”

She stripped away her dusty clothing. Eliot simply watched from above with knowing amusement.

The cool air was heaven on her skin. She resumed the massage, now more erotic at the electrifying touch of direct contact. I can’t believe this, this is insane, he’s so sexy, I’m so lucky… She hugged his foot closer, gripping at his muscular hairy calf, desperately squeezing herself into the warm flesh.

“You can kiss them if you want,” Eliot remarked offhandedly. And she did. They smelled so good…how could feet smell so good? A pungent manly musk that she wanted to smell…to taste…she lowers her head reverently, then gently kisses the tip of his toe. An affirming wiggle invites her to continue. Just a few gentle kisses…mmm but they taste so good on my lips, let me just use a little tongue, he doesn’t seem to mind…The salty flavor is tangy and addictive, and she found herself salivating…Soon she was open mouth kissing the toes with wild abandon, licking greedily in each crevice. Each lick seemed to stimulate her further into an animalistic lust…God, how can it taste so good…

“You want me to step on you, right?” What a guy…he could trample me so easily but he asks first…She answers by lying flat on her back, inviting him to use her tiny nude body as a doormat. He smiles and lowers his feet.

Now his feet are all over her quivering and vulnerable form…oh god his toes feel so good on my breasts… There’s no way that fat big toe could ever fit inside her, but the other longer, slender, dexterous digits…Oh Alice…you horny slut…oh…OH! …oh…

The other foot jams her face, muffling her cries of pleasure.