Winzlings Shrinking Clips
“How are you dear?” You hear her playful words as she presses her foot – and you – into the carpet below. “Is it good for you there? Not hurting?” She steps over and over, checking to make sure youre not hurt too badly.
“Dont touch my things, next time.” She says, pointing the long shrinkray at you, mocking your mistake while she shakes her foot back and forth.
To your relief, she removes you from the stockings – maybe shes finally come to her senses? “Youve already been inside my stockings... but how about my boots?” From the bottom of the long black column of shoe, you see the brunnetes face peering in with a smile. “So how do you feel inside there? Do you like it?” The sound of her approaching stockinged foot roars with friction as it scratches against the fabric, and it quickly overwhelms the limited space inside the boot. You feel every step, every and concious flex of her toes, and every dance while she goes to the party, without anyone else ever knowing about you – the tiny man trapped inside her boot.
The next morning...
Genna lays in the bed above your plexiglass room – turning her head to look over her shoulder. “Oh... youre still small. I...