Love Triangle 2 (Chapter 1) (Patreon)

Even as he began shrinking into the carpet fibers for the hundredth time in the last six months, watching the horizon of the bed sheets rise far above his head like a looming cliffside and Amy’s lovely increasingly-gargantuan face along with it, Brian still couldn’t believe his luck. Yes, he’d originally designed the shrinking device with the secret intention of living out his deepest fantasies, but never in a million years would he have expected to successfully fulfill those macrophilic dreams with his crush, let alone discovering she had the same romantic feelings for him and would soon come to enjoy their mutual size-changing playtime nearly as much as him. Especially since the completion of the device had been capped off with his crazy ex Olivia threatening to turn him into underfoot paste or at least a lifelong toe-licking slave, at which point it seemed Brian’s fetish-driven scientific genius was liable to get him killed rather than the best relationship of his life, yet that was exactly what had come of all the madness.

The new and improved size-altering device, now in a convenient portable format, ceased emitting its telltale emerald rays just as it and the once-again titanic Amy vanished completely from view. Brian kept right on dwindling, down and down past the twelve-inch mark, then the six and even two. His trust in his kind-hearted girlfriend was such that he no longer even needed to know what size she’d chosen to shrink him to before their games began, though early in their relationship, the overly cautious young woman insisted on Brian’s participation every step of the way so that it never seemed like she was dominating him beyond his wishes, no matter how often he laughingly promised that, yes, he really did love it when she alone chose to roll him under her soft buttery arches and massage him length-wise into the curved groove beneath her toes.

Brian was glad to find, however, that with practice over these months, Amy was “growing” nicely into her role as a temporary giantess above her beloved: his own personal mountain-height Chinese goddess. Though she still retained much of her timidity, and never tested the limits anywhere close to a point that Brian might be hurt while at the mercy of her giant peds, her stammer had disappeared, and perhaps most surprising of all, she even seemed to get a little thrill herself out of being the bigger one in their relationship, large and in charge, despite being younger and as-yet less accomplished than the shrink-lover.

She truly had become the giantess of Brian’s dreams, and even before he saw her beautiful countenance reappear over the edge of the bed, butterflies swirled in his stomach. The joy of viewing Amy from one inch tall, which he now stood in the shrub-like terrain of the carpet, never got old. Gazing down at her naked thumbnail-sized partner, Amy brushed her sleek black locks over her ear and winked at him, unable to keep a giddy smile from crossing her lips.

“Gosh, looks like someone went and shrunk you again. How did that happen?” Amy teasingly cooed. It had taken her a while to get into the habit of lovingly taunting Brian, but once she crossed that hurdle, it made him turn to putty all the faster, not to mention the fact that she’d been getting him warmed up all day with dirty double-entendre texts and Snapchats of her immaculate rosy soles arching out of her slip-ons. All that buildup meant he was erect in seconds, and he couldn’t even see her heavenly feet yet in all their colossal glory, let alone be touched by them. “And here this was supposed to be date night, wasn’t it?”

“Y-Yes, I think so!” Brian squeaked. “Think you could help me out?”

“I believe I can do that,” Amy replied. She adjusted herself on the bed, gingerly sliding her legs over the edge. “Sit tight, and don’t go anywhere. Though… I guess those cute little legs wouldn’t get you very far anyway, would they?”

Her feet descended gradually toward the ground, letting her peachy soles rich with creamy wrinkles hover above the quivering little man, expanding in his sight until he could hardly see Amy’s face framed between her smooth insteps, nor the bed itself. Her toes waved soothingly at him, crossing another and contorting the spaces between. For a moment it looked like she was going to plant both humongous feet squarely down on her inch-tall boyfriend, and Brian in fact would’ve been perfectly content with that possibility, though at the last second, right as Amy’s silken soles came near enough for him to reach up and caress a fleshy crease, they parted. She set her feet down carefully, though still with enough of a thump that Brian was rattled, and suddenly he was straddled on both sides by the long inner curves of each bus-sized bare foot.

“All aboard,” Amy announced, cocking her head at him from on high while plucking carpet fibers between her dexterous toes. “Please choose a seat, little guy, and I’ll bring you back up so date night can get started. Not sure what we’re going to do with such a tiny thing as you, but… I’m sure we’ll make do.”

Happily, Brian scurried out from between his giant girlfriend’s feet. He couldn’t help but admire their shape as he stood back for a full view, from the elegant contours to her perfect shining pink pedicured nails. While six months ago he still felt a twinge of intimidation at preparing to engage with two entities which dwarfed him so absurdly, gentle as Amy could be, none of that fear remained. He flung himself into the waiting gap between her big and second toes, which immediately embraced the mini-nudist with the same level of confidence.

The tips of her bulbous digits, thoroughly lotioned and perfumed as always before a shrunken play date, wrapped Brian’s frontside snugly into the tender U-curve of webbed foot skin. Immediately a jolt of pleasure shot through the little guy at his manhood nuzzling against the flowery-fragrant, ointment-smooth bend, not to mention the firm yet pillowy sensation of her toes coiling around his back. His own miniscule legs left the ground, flailing in midair as Amy’s foot ascended back toward the bed with its prize pinched in between. Though both of them longed to get the games started, she took her time retracting her leg, making foreplay out of Brian’s rise gripped in her squishy toe crevice. The higher he rose, the harder the shrunken man was squeezed, which only increased the stimulating pressure on his crotch, and made him writhe, which in turn tickled Amy and gave her cause to giggle, though she did her best to remain in character and continue feigning ignorance about the cause of his sudden reduction in stature.

“Coming in for a landing now… please keep your seatbelt fastened, your tray table locked, and do watch out for that adorable little hard-on of yours. Thank you for flying with Foot Fetish Airlines,” Amy coyly whispered, plopping her bare heel down on the bedspread, but kept her sole arched high enough that Brian was still dangled off terra firma by her busy kneading toes.

Despite all the activity of her digits clenched around his body, worming and pulsing, she didn’t inflict an iota of pain. If anything, the man was practically panting already for some satisfaction. He was lowered achingly to the buoyant mattress, though even once he hit ground, Brian remained in Amy’s thrall, with her toes paling yellow-white as she clutched him tighter than ever into an erotic hug with the doughy ridge between those two digits. A flurry of squeezes, followed by one more pump, a pitiful thrust of the inch-high man’s hips, and he spasmed, hardly lasting a minute into their playtime after so much teasing and anticipation.

“S-Sorry,” he uttered, stepping back as Amy’s toes released their grip, having already milked the first victory out of him. “I, uh… was thinking about this all day.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Amy adoringly murmured behind a cupped hand, briefly dropping the slinky cavalier act of before. “Do it as many times as you need. You’re going to have plenty more chances, anyway, stud.”