Love Triangle 2 (Chapter 3) (Patreon)

“H-Hey there,” Brian stammered.

“Hey there, horndog,” Amy teased. “Somebody sure was fired up tonight, huh?”

“To be fair, it was your fault, sending me those texts all day.”

“Oh, so that’s how you want to play it, huh?” she replied with a wink. “In that case, I’m going to think I’ve lost my touch if you don’t have another three or four in you at least.”

“Maybe, um… just a breather first…”

“Of course,” she cooed, so easily dropping the mask of the foot-dom goddess. Amy stroked her inch-high boyfriend’s prone body, cautiously planted a wet kiss on most of his body, then placed him on the bedspread. “Let’s take five. I’m going to put a little more lotion on, while you just get thinking about what you want my big scary feet to do to you next. Remember, I said it’s your turn to choose if you do a good job. And you were very good.”

Brian was only too happy to agree to that, watching the mountainous yet graceful figure of his partner withdrawing, again careful not to bounce the mattress. Even watching her apply the ointment was enough to get him in the mood already, from the way those long dancer-like fingers of hers glided along the slopes of her arches, around the rounded callus-less heels, and nipping between every wiggly toe to ensure a lubricated runway the next inevitable time Brian was crammed lovingly among them again. Once her feet were sleek and shining with that intoxicating moisture, Amy’s hand passed over her thighs, fingers lingering just long enough at the apex to tell her tiny lover he wasn’t the only one affected by these games; embarrassed as he’d been months ago at the start of their unusual bedroom romps, it made Brian much more horned up to know that, at a certain point, Amy wasn’t merely humoring his fetish to be nice. Just then, her phone dinged from the nightstand.

“Sorry, I think this might be my lab partner about our final project,” she said, swiping the screen to read. “Just a sec, I promise.”

From afar, Brian watched his girlfriend’s pretty eyes darting, her brow furrowing with every line she read, before locking the phone and practically slamming it back on the table. Though she was trying to hide it behind a faint smile, Amy’s distress was obvious to her boyfriend, not only because he’d come to recognize the soft-spoken physics major’s more introverted social cues, but also because his partner was currently a lovely colossus above him, with every detail magnified seventyfold. Her mood had changed so palpably, Brian couldn’t even bring himself to keep involuntarily gazing at those gargantuan freshly-massaged feet, especially because she’d stopped flexing her crease-rippled soles and arching her magnificently dexterous toes. Something was definitely wrong.

“That, um… wasn’t about your final project, was it?”

“Well, no. But w-we… don’t have to talk about it… not yet,” Amy said, crossing her arms and flinching as she looked on little Brian with profound concern. He hadn’t seen that hollow look on her face, nor this uncomfortable posture, since the day he first went into her protective custody following that harrowing initial shrinkage.

“It just looks like something’s really bothering you now,” Brian sighed, suddenly feeling rather powerless to help while nude and not much taller than Amy’s thumbnail. “What is it?”

“What’s bothering me is not feeling your cute little stiffy poking the bottom of my foot like it’s supposed to,” Amy insisted, clearly putting on airs. “What’s up with that?”

She pressed her back to the mattress headboard and stretched out both legs to her tiny boyfriend, gradually cupping both bare feet in toward where he lay until the twin peachy terrains of her wrinkly soles had him walled in. Amy brushed her fingers through raven-black hair, putting a lot of effort into forcing a smile while inching her warm peds in around her inch-tall lover, until he couldn’t even see her legs over the high walls of her insteps. Her heels pressed together, and her toes were about to unite as well, suddenly entrapping Brian in a narrow valley of pliable, fragrant, slightly-slippery foot flesh.

Ordinarily he’d have been delighted to be placed in this spot, but now looking up at Amy’s plainly worried face through the crescent-slit of space that still remained between her sandwiched soles, he couldn’t even focus on the gigantic objects of his affection, which was saying something, considering the giantess now had him clapped wetly between her arches so they took up most of his field of view. The grinding began in earnest, and with so much fresh oil painted over her sole lines, misting an aroma of lavender and vanilla, there wasn’t much friction to keep Brian from being expertly manhandled from wall to wall of the supple enclosure. Biologically, he started responding precisely how Amy wanted, likely as a distraction from whatever was on that phone, but the little guy couldn’t relax now that he knew something was amiss.

“Amy, please…” Brian muttered.

It took some effort to even turn himself to face his high-borne girlfriend again, as she tactfully kneaded him between her soles, rubbing and spinning him in place so he hardly knew which direction he was facing, let alone which giant foot he was plastered against like a wad of chewing gum. That ambiguity wouldn’t usually have deterred him, either, but it was plain Amy was trying to deflect using his fetish and, God help him, she was so good at it now it almost worked, but Brian cared too much to be sexed into ignorance. Though his member was at full-mast again, accidentally caressing along the curve of an almost tailor-made sole wrinkle just like Amy seemed to desire, Brian fought past the dizzying arousal and clambered his way out of the foot-sauna. Steadying himself, he stood on Amy’s ankle, seeing the defeat in her eyes.

“All right,” she sighed, hanging her head. “It’s… O-Olivia.”

“What about her?”

“Well, you know she’s been in that minimum security place for the last six months while they waited on her next hearing? It looks like it got pushed up by a lot, to today… probably some favors her parents called in… and, um…”

“What?”

“She’s… out. On probation.”

“That’s crazy! I… I testified after I repaired the device. I showed them how it worked, what she did to me…”

“I know, I know. I mean, we both knew she was ruthless, but her parents have their own law firm, and… s-sometimes the bad guys can just buy their way out of trouble, I guess.”

“Yeah…” Brian sat down, dumbfounded and far more disoriented than he was while getting tackily twisted and masturbated between Amy’s ruddy soles. “So that’s that, huh?”

“Now you see why I didn’t want to tell you,” she murmured, anxiously nibbling the corner of her thumbnail. Amy budged both heels beneath where Brian sat, encouraging him to tumble back into the silky, lotion-musky pocket of her pressed-together peds. “I won’t let her do anything to hurt you again. I promise you.”

“I know you won’t,” he replied, already comforted by the seriousness in Amy’s voice. Despite her shyness and mild-mannered nature, it was hard not to trust that the girl was genuine in her intent to defend him, even if she only looked this powerful and gargantuan due to a temporary size reduction on Brian’s part. “And besides, it’s not like I’m stuck like this all the time. It’s only when we’re having fun together, and I have the only device. What can she do to me the rest of the time when I’m not this small? She may be out of her mind, but she’s also just a former grad student with half a law degree, rich parents, and now a probation officer.”

“I guess you’re right,” Amy said, managing a bona fide smirk again.

“Sure I am. Plus, like you said, I’ve got you on my side now. And I’m pretty sure you could take her in a fight. Easy.”

“Oh, stop it,” Amy sputtered, blushing hard. She reached out, gently pinning Brian to her sole under her thumbpad as she crossed her foot up over her thigh. After a thorough rubdown on his midsection with her fingertip, she turned him around, now facing the broad spongy platform of her arch. “So fine, I was blowing it out of proportion. What do you say we just forget about all that for now? Because it feels like you’re just about ready to burst.”

“Got that right,” Brian quietly muttered, already quaking with need after a single swipe from her enormous finger.