The Great Con: Part 1

Her name was Lola. We had met in college. She was searching for a roommate to rent out her spare room and the price was unbeatable. We immediately hit it off and became really good friends. We hung out constantly over the course of the next two years, fooling around sometimes, but never really committing to anything really serious. 

It was halfway through the year when I discovered I had a rare version of the shrinking virus. I would shrink slowly until I reached about an inch tall. The slow shrinking process gives my body time to adapt to the new world and will make me virtually invulnerable. I wont need food, air, anything.

It sounded kind of cool at first, getting to explore a whole new world without the fear of death. But the more I thought about it, the more nervous I became. At the end of the day, no one really cares about people once they become tiny, and so tiny's have virtually no rights. The more I researched into it, the more I found that most men with my condition ended up slaves to the first person to claim them if they didn't have someone to care for them.

I had no one I could trust. No living family. No close friends. The only person I had was Lola. I hadn't told her yet, but I could tell she was getting suspicious as she would give me odd second glances as she walked past. Finally I broke down and told her the truth before she found out on her own. I didn't want her to feel like I couldn't trust her and hurt her feelings, but more importantly, I didn't want to make her mad, just in case. When I finished telling her she gave me a huge hug and promised that I would be taken care of no matter what.

"With a tiny like what you'll be, I don't have to worry about feeding your or making sure your taken care of," she said, "I just have to make sure no one else steals you and makes you a poor little slave. Of course, with your little foot fetish you might just like that!" She giggled. "Would you like to worship my feet when you're small? I know you like them, I see you staring at them all the time, so don't even try to deny it. Hell I'm making you your dream offer!"

She was right. I did like feet, especially hers. She was a beautiful young woman and many nights I sat staring longingly at those feet as we sat watching tv together. It made sense now why she had never worn socks. She was teasing me.

"Ok," I said. "I'll admit it. I do like feet, and I do really like your feet. And I would be honored to get to worship them, but they would have to be clean, stinky feet gross me out, even if it's just a little."

"But if you don't lick them clean when they're dirty then what's the point of keeping you around?" She giggled. "Relax, relax. I wouldn't do that to you. We are best friends after all. Aren't we?"

"Absolutely! You're my best and honestly only friend. I'm so glad you're willing to look out for me."

"So it's settled. I'll look out for you and take care of you as you shrink, and then once you're fully shrunk, you're mine.. To take care of! Don't give me that look. You know what I meant. Relax, I'll take good care of you!"

And she did. As I shrank smaller and smaller it didn't take to long until I no longer felt safe to leave the house. Lola was real good about it though. She had graduated college and was now making decent money so she could afford to live on her own, and taking care of me cost her next to nothing extra.

Then it happened. I was about three feet tall one night going to bed, and the next morning I was down to the size of an action figure. I climbed out of bed and made my way out to the kitchen where I heard Lola making herself breakfast. By the time I made it to the kitchen, she was already sitting at the table eating.

"Lola!" I yelled up at her.

She turned around with a confused look on her face. Then she looked down and her eyes locked on me. She jumped out of her chair, and started jumping up and down in excitement like a child who just got that awesome birthday gift they wanted. Then she stopped and her eyes locked onto me.

"Oh thank GOD!" she yelled. "I was getting so tired of waiting for you to shrink down to the point where you could finally be my cute little pet!"

"Lola, what are you talking about!? I thought you were going to look out for me?"

"Oh I will, don't worry. I wouldn't have infected you if I wasn't going to care for you.."

"Infected me!? What the fuck!? What's going on here!?!?"

"So here's the thing. The shrinking virus is a funny thing. Especially the strain I gave you, which I paid top dollar for I might add, so you should be thanking me for the whole eternal life thing. Anyways. With this strain of the virus it could rest dormant for years before it activates and slowly starts to shrink you, going undetected until it's already started and too late to fix. Why do you think your rent was so cheap? I didn't need a roommate, I was investing in a new pet!

I especially knew I made the right call when I began to notice you staring at my feet all the time. You're going to make such a good little foot pet, and I won't even have to break you in! What do you say? I just got out of the shower before I started making breakfast, so my feet are good and clean if you want to enjoy yourself..."

I was torn. In one hand I was livid that this woman who I thought was my friend had just stolen my life. But on the other hand, spending the rest of my life shrunk and enjoying life at the beautiful feet of Lola sounded pretty cushy. Plus, at this point, it wasn't like there was really anything I could do about it, so I might as well just make the most of it. She sat down on the floor and put her feet in front of me and just looked at me, waiting to see what I would do. Defeated, I made my way to her feet and began to lick the ball of her foot.

"See!" She said. "That's not so terrible is it?"

I didn't answer. I didn't want to admit that I was enjoying myself, considering the circumstances that lead to this situation. I only got a few minutes in before an alarm started going off.

"Ooops!" She said. "I totally forgot that I have a gym date with my friend Michelle! Come here, I got a special surprise for you!"

She didn't give me much of a choice as she rapidly scooped me off the floor and made her way into her bedroom. With her free hand she dug her gym bag out from under her bed. The second she unzipped it a horrible smell began to fill the room. As she pulled her shoes out it was quickly becoming apparent where the smell was coming from. I started to wriggle in her grip, wanting to get as far away from that horrid smell as possible. 

"I know, I know," she said to me, "I get you're excited, but just wait, it gets even better!"

She dug her hand into her shoe and pulled out a sock.

"I have been working on these for you for soo long. Well, ever since I found out that you had finally started the shrinking process. I went to the gym almost every single day, and wore these socks religiously. And don't worry. I know how much you love stinky dirty feet, so I made absolute sure not to wash them. And keeping them in my shoes... My God! I can't remember the last time I put these socks on and had them be fully dry. But don't worry, you're about to find out first hand!"

She opened her sock and dropped me in. 

"Wait! Please!" I screamed. "I hate stinky feet! I told you that! Please don't do this!"

"You know what?" she said. "Now that you mention it. I feel like I kind of do remember you saying that. Oh. Oh well. It must have been me who wanted to do this then I guess.."

"Wait. What!?"

There were no more words. All that she had in response was shoving her foot into the sock that held me. I my body was pressed tightly against the ball of her foot, and the fabric that held me in place was to tight for me to fight against. Before I could even scream out another protest her foot slid into her shoe, muffling any chance there may have been of her hearing me.

She wasn't kidding when she said her socks were still wet with her sweat, and I found out why when she stood up and a puddle of sweat was forced out of her shoes insole. I opened my mouth to scream an my mouth filled with the vile fluid. This was the worst thing I could have as for. This girl was a serious con artist. I couldn't believe I had allowed this to happen to me. But hard as I thought about it, I could never figure out how she had infected me in the first place.

Gym was hell. I could hear her laughing with her friend Michelle, joking about her new insole no doubt. The pain was immense as she lifted weights, crushing down on me with everything she had. I was so glad when I was all over. I heard the sounds of lockers slamming and waited in anticipation for her to take her sock off. Even if she forced me to stay in the sock and get shoved back in her shoe, that would be better than this hell. She needed to hurry up and take these socks off and shower already.

It didn't take to long to realize that a shower was not a part of today's plan as it normally would have been. Apparently, taking her socks off wasn't either. So I was forced to endure the constant stench of death as the weight of the world made me wish I would just pop already. I was so glad at the end of the day when I heard the distinct sound of her closing the front door and depositing her keys in her little key bowl she kept by the front door.

I felt semi fresh air as she finally removed her shoe. I couldn't have been happier to feel her pull the sock off, though it hurt like hell as it peeled off my flesh like velcro. Then she peeled me off her foot and set me down on the table.

"How's my little foot pet doing?" She asked

"I-"

"I honestly don't care," she said cutting me off before I could even get a word out. "All I really care about is that my feet are all hot, sweaty, and icky, and I want you to make them all better!"

I gulped in fear. Her feet glistened in the light from all the sweat that coated them. I couldn't, I wouldn't.. I had too.. I moved in slowly.

"Come on now!" she yelled at me. "I don't have all day! Should I just put you back in the socks and shoes and we can try again tomorrow night?"

That was all it took. I began sliding my tongue across her slick foot. My gut wretched, and I did my best to hide it. I didn't want to risk going back in her nasty sock. I licked and licked as she idly played on her phone paying me no mind. Unless I stopped. She always noticed when I stopped to try and clear my mouth of all the accumulated sweat that stuck in there and I couldn't seem to swallow.

Hours passed and she showed no mercy, just endless patience waiting for me to finish. I had finally gotten done and I collapsed on the table, disgusted and exhausted. She giggled.

"Looks like someone tuckered himself out," she said as she gently picked me up off the table. "Don't worry. I know you want to just go back into your nice warm snug home and go to sleep for the night. Oh wait. That's right. One of the side affects is that you'll never be able to sleep again. Hmmm.. I guess you might as well continue to lick my foot from in there. It's not like you'll have anything better to do all night as I enjoy a good nights sleep. Plus, you need to get used to it. Tonight took too long. If it takes this long again tomorrow night I may have to come up with a more creative punishment to inspire you!"

And with that she dropped me back into her putrid gym sock and slid her foot back in. I just wanted to cry as she took her time sliding her foot in. I could see the sweat already transferring from her dirty sock back onto her foot that I had just finished cleaning. Her toes overtook me, and she positioned me so my head was trapped under her toes. She said she wanted to make sure I could still breathe. But what she really meant was she didn't want to stop my breathing to spare me the pain of breathing.

She slid her shoes back on, and into bed she went, leaving me in darkness, with nothing but my thoughts and the endless stench of death that surrounded me. Finally I gave in and just cried. This is it. This is my life now, I thought to myself. Reduced to a piece of foot gunk for a con artist who conned me out of my entire life....

To be continued...