Allan’s Shrinking Journal

Day 1

Name’s Allan. 36 years old, divorced, no kids, a fair job, nice apartment in average size city. There is nothing really juicy to say about me or my life in general. I, like everyone else, work from home due to the pandemic. I got the virus, healed, and now I feel fine, but something seems off. I am writing this journal because something is actually happening to me. I woke up this morning and when I started to dress up, all of my clothes felt larger than usual. I weighted myself and realized I have lost 10 pounds overnight. I measured myself and, believe it or not, I lost 3 inches. I mean, I went from 6 feet tall to 5 feet 9 inches. No kidding. This is very troubling and got me to have a panic attack right before my morning coffee. I called my friend Amanda, who’s been my best friend forever and told her I had shrunk. She didn’t believe me at all and asked me to stop kidding. I tried to tell her it was true but she just told me she had work to do. Maybe I’ve been a bit hard on her. I mean, yeah, shrinking is impossible, maybe it’s me hallucinating. Maybe this is just a bad day. Hopefully, I’ll be fine. I’ll go back to work.

Day 2

Damn it. What I feared actually happened. I shrunk some more overnight. I lost 4 inches this time, brining me down to 5 feet 5 inches. When I look at myself in the mirror my general shape is the same, except it’s smaller. Thinner too. Objects feel bigger like my cup of coffee, and cupboards are higher up. I had a hard time reaching stuff in my kitchen this morning. I called Amanda again, she brushed me off, but I told her I was serious. She sighed and told me to stay put, that she was going to come over and check on me. Later today Amanda came over and she was absolutely stunned to see me. I am now actually smaller than she is. She freaked out and started making calls. She took pictures of me. She now believed me, even considering the sheer impossibility of it all. Amanda tried to reach the science department of the university, they actually laughed at her and hung up. This is bad, I don’t know how to feel. My clothes are all way too big for me. Amanda told me to report to her tomorrow, hopefully, I won’t shrink overnight this time.

Day 3

Lost another 4 inches. Standing now at 5 feet 1 inch. This is madness. I almost lost a whole foot in 3 days. Maybe it’s a new variant of the virus. I hope not. This could be very catastrophic. Amanda came over, she almost passed out when she saw me. She took pictures, decided we should do something about it and she put it on social media. Reactions were not instantaneous but over the course of the day people started to comment and share. Amanda made a photo comparison of me showing the stages of my shrinking. People called for fake shit, started calling us liars and idiots. My picture started to go around the net, memes were made. I was worth a good laugh. Amanda hugged me saying that we would not abandon and post some more pictures to show them it’s all true. Not photoshop.

Day 5

I didn’t writ in my journal yesterday however I should have. Today I am another 8 inches smaller than two days ago. My clothes are baggy and don’t fit anymore. Amanda brought me smaller clothes, but only a few because, considering how fast I was shrinking those clothes would quickly become too big. We made pictures yesterday and we took some too today. I am not 4 feet 5 inches tall. I am in total panic, We decided to go to the hospital, Amanda drove me to the emergency section and when I stated my condition they brushed me off to the waiting room. I waited 5 hours before a doctor showed up and brought me in a small examination room. He took me seriously, we showed him the pictures. He was absolutely shocked and didn’t know what to do. They put me in a room for observation. I don’t know how long I’ll stay here, this will cost me so much I can’t think of it right now. If they don’t find what I have I’ll have to leave, I don’t have insurance and the bill is going to kill my wallet. I don’t want to go bankrupt. Amanda stayed with me. She fell asleep next to the bed I was in. I am so lucky to have her, she’s a gem. I should have married her, but now it’s way too late to even think about such a thing. Maybe I should just get some sleep.

Day 6

Doctors are now a team around me. They don’t understand. Seemed like my molecules were condensing. I lost another 5 inches overnight. I am becoming a dwarf. Objects around me are so big, Amanda is so tall next to me. I am feeling so small, so worthless. Amanda posted some more photos on social media. Seems like my case is getting more popular, even viral. People are astonished, some of them still think I am a hoax or just attention seeking, but we talked to the hospital comms and they decided to pitch in and posted pictures of me saying my case was real and true. I -am- shrinking for god’s sake what I have done to earn this predicament. The problem is, I had to leave the hospital to make room for covid patients, hospital is in dire need of more personnel, it’s a real crisis and unfortunately they told me they didn’t have time for me and that I should go upstate and find a hospital in Canada to treat me. But borders are closed, there is nothing to be done. Amanda called again at the university. They told her they have no time or no funds to study my case. Everywhere we called we were told that they were sorry, that they had other problems, that the pandemic was having a dire effect on everything, including nurses or research technicians. I feel at a loss. Amanda offered me to go live at her place to make things simpler, she would be able to take care of me at least. I agreed and We tried to move stuff from my place to hers, only what was absolutely essential. Back to her place she made me a nice bed on the living room couch, did her best to make my life easier. I can see in her eyes that she’s alarmed and worried. I am too.

Day 7

Another loss of 5 inches. I am now way under 5 feet tall. This feels weird as fuck. I am not taller than a kid. Me, a 36 year old man. Very unsettling. I thought about praying God. In fact I did this morning when I woke up. I am not a firm believer but what’s happening to me is absolutely terrifying. When Amanda woke up, we did our usual report, pictures, weight and height measurement. She posted on social media. I looked up myself and people were actually more stupid than I thought. Most people just added memes over memes of me. Some people started to actually believe in me and some conflictual toxic debates were going on. Hashtags #littleshinkingman, #shrinkingman #smallallan surfaced along with pictures of me. The web was going crazy and while I was a bit relieved that some people would actually take my defense, I was also very troubled at all those people calling me a liar still. If only they could see me for real they would actually be dumbfounded. Amanda forced me to shut down the computer and spend some quality time with her. I agreed. We watched movies, drank and smoked, we fooled around. We even wrestled for fun in the living room, it was actually a lot of fun, but I was so small compared to her she could easily lift me or pin me down. I had a good time. I thanked her so many times she actually told me to just stop and shut up. Later on during evening we got a call, some popular TV show wanted to actually interview me live. Finally, I thought, the world would finally see I am not lying.

Day 9

Okay, sorry journal, I forgot to write down my observations yesterday. Fact is, it was a very busy day, we had to plan to move to this other city where the TV show’s studio is and most of the day was spent driving there. Amanda was driving of course. I was almost too small to fit in the passenger seat. We rent a hotel room, people at the hotel took picture of me. It was one of my real few public appearance and I stood a solid 4 feet tall. As for today, well, things got weird. I woke up at 3 feet 8 inches. Amanda had planned for nice kid’s clothes that looked adult-like. We had a cab ride to the studio where they greeted us and prepped us for the live show with the hosts. I did the live interview where the hosts were absolutely dumbfounded to see me and my height. They documented, talked to me asked me so many questions I got at some point a bit light headed. The big question that actually took me by surprise was “how small was I going to shrink to?” I couldn’t answer. Then, images started flowing into my mind. Up to now I didn’t really think about it, but now it was starting to haunt me. How small would I become? What if I get so small people can’t see me anymore. What if I go quantum like in ant-man? They all laughed when I talked about ant-man, and my popularity and virality surged, I was now Allan the real ant-man to be. Hashtags again, memes again, things got a bit out of hand. We came back to the hotel really exhausted, Amanda was crying, We hugged, stayed together and tried to actually get some rest.

Day 10

I am a bit above 3 feet tall today. I keep losing height and weight every night, probably small bits over time. What is happening to me, why can’t I get out of this fucking nightmare? I don’t want to shrink anymore. I prayed during the drive back home. I am so tired. Every day brings me down more and more to a point I fear I will be so small I’ll be smaller than a spider and eaten alive by one. I get nightmares all the time of being crushed under someone’s shoe or being attacked by a cat. This is really bad, really bad. And nobody seems to want or be able to help me. I cried most of the day. Amanda tried to support me but she couldn’t do much. We got back to her place where I just asked her to leave me alone. I got under the blankets on the couch and tried to pray God some more. Of course, I got no answer.

Day 11

I’m under 3 feet tall now. I spent most of my day circling around the internet on that laptop that is now way too big for me. My little fingers have a hard time typing on the huge keyboard. I looked around the web to see what was being said and commented about me. Then something popped up and I almost fell down when I saw it. Mila Watson (fictive name) the popular and sexy American singer just tweeted a joke about me. She said she would give me 100 000$ dollars if I accepted to be featured on her new video for her new song she actually wrote about me and all the pandemic and stuff. My cellphone rang, I had a long discussion about this new viral thing she posted with her actual agent. They would pay for my flight, for my hotel, and everything as long as I would just accept to be in the video and all. Amanda thought it was a good idea, me, not so much. Am I now a circus freak? Some prop for some rich singer to use so she could get even more rich and even more popular? However the money was good and I thought maybe it could pay for some research or treatment. Plus, the web seemed to be very positive about that idea and the thing got viral in mere hours. I finally accepted the offer, and had to quickly pack my stuff as there was a flight ready in the evening. I am currently aboard said flight writing this report for my journal. I hope everything will turn out fine for this….exciting adventure.

Day 12

Today was the shooting of the video. Amanda and I got to a studio where everything was ready to be filmed. The team there and a costume ready for me, but it was too big, they had to make quick adjustments for me 2 feet 5 inches height. They handed me a scenario, some sort of plan for what I had to do. Basically, Mila Watson was to actually sing the song and dance, with a crew, and all sorts of props and lights and something really weird got my attention. They had planned her to victory pose on me, symbolizing the upcoming victory on the deadly virus pandemic and all of the bad stuff going on. I was unsure about this but went on with it. What the fuck, I mean, what did I have to lose at this point. I got to meet Mila Watson, she was beautiful and dressed to kill with a nice dress and some huge high heeld boots with a hug platform. She looked like a hooker, but I reminded myself this kind of look was fashion all the way for these popular music icons of our time. The video shooting was a hard job, many scenes had to be filmed over and overt again to get the right shot. At some point there was this scene when I had to lay down on the ground on my back, and act wounded. Mila Watson placed her huge booted foot on my chest and pressed down a little, chuckling, asking me if I was okay with this and I just agreed to everything. She sang, with her foot on me like this for like 2 hours as she had to reshoot the scene many times. At some point she almost lost her balance and pressed a lot harder on me, almost with her full weight, and I didn’t feel any pressure. That was probably because of my molecules being more dense of something the doctors said. The whole experience was actually fun. We ended the day with some drinks in a makeshift living room. We sat and talked and laughed on some couches while relaxing after this hard day of work. I actually got to talk with Mila Watson and found out she was a really good kid. At some point I was under the impression she was teasing me. She asked if I liked to be under her foot for so long and laughed. I told her I’d do it again if it could actually help me get the funds for research or health treatment to stop me from becoming and insect. She laughed. We talked about me becoming so small and she asked me what I would actually do when I get like 1 inch tall. I had no answer to that. I finally stuttered and blurted out that I would probably live in a shoe. She laughed so hard, almost spilled her drink and winked at me. She said something that took me by surprise: “You should see my shoe collection, you’d have quite a lot of options there.” Discussion kinda fell down and started on something else. I was tired. We were all tired. Time flew and we eventually got to our hotel, Amanda and me. What a day.

Day 13

Amanda was grumpy all day today. Not because I was now down to 2 feet tall. But because she felt like I had made a new friend, she even called Mila “my new girlfriend”. Jealousy maybe, I don’t know. Amanda, who was my angel taking care of me in these difficult time actually felt like she didn’t care to me, which was actually far from the truth. Amanda is my hero. I don’t know what I would do without her. I told her how I felt and she eventually got less grumpy but still, I feel this whole thing was taking a toll on her too. Seeing me so small, having no way to actually cure this or stop it. Like me, she feared the worse. She was filled with doubts, anxiety and she didn’t want to lose her friend. We stayed at the hotel for another day, too tired to actually go back home with a long flight and everything it would mean. We watched tv shows, and remained pretty low profile. We hugged, we cried, we talked about the future. At some point Amanda looked at me, and asked something I didn’t see coming: “Can I step on you?” I was somewhat dumbfounded. Asked her why she wanted to do that and said she was jealous that this popular singer got to step on me for half the day for the video shooting. I chuckled and agreed. Dunno why she really got that feeling she needed to step on me to feel better. I laid down on the floor, Her giant body stood tall next to me. She was wearing socks and put her huge foot on top of my chest, raising her arms in a victory pause. She laughed. “See? We’ll be victorious in the end, right?” Despite my very low hopes, I agreed. I challenged her to step on me full weight. She didn’t want to, but she got convinced after a few tries. She stood up on my, her feet covering most of my small body and I didn’t feel her weight if at all. It was really strange to actually feel strong despite feeling so small. She trampled me like this while drinking martini and I could see she was actually having fun. She danced a bit, joked about crushing my face while hover her socked foot above it. I freed my arms and grabbed her huge foot and actually brought it down on my face. To kiss it. This actually led her to become very horny and all of a sudden the mood changed between us. She sat on the bed and rubbed my whole body and face with her feet. She pressed h er smelly socked toes over my face, they were huge, I couldn’t do much but inhale the smell of her feet and actually found myself having fun to worship her like this. She removed her socks and proceeded to continue rubbing my 2 feet tall body and face with her sweet bare feet. She was drinking, moaning, actually having a lot of fun. I could feel her arousal. Mine was undeniable as my little cock was throbbing in my pants. Things got out of hands, she stripped me naked, kissed my body all over, took me to the bed, gave me a blowjob, for her it was like sucking a very small lollipop. She eventually got naked herself and sat above me, her vagina planted on my face. She grabbed my hair and rode my face, rubbed her sex all over me. I licked it. I let her use me as a sex object and she eventually came to orgasm while pressing my small head into her vagina. The hotel room smelled like sex. We eventually sat in bed and turned the TV on for ambient background’s sake. Amanda was panting. All of this started with me down at her feet, and I couldn’t believe we actually did this. Her giant body all over me, that was actually the greatest sex I ever had in my whole lonely life.

Day 14

I expected things to get odd in the morning, but they didn’t. Amanda looked happy, we cuddled. She was holding me like holding a teddy bear or plush toy. I was overwhelmed by her body, her soft round breasts. The small of her long brown hair. I kissed her neck, kissed her boobs, we cuddled like this for some time in this hotel room that we decided to overstay. Amanda brought me in the shower with her. I was 1 feet 6 inches tall, no more than a baby doll. She put me on my back on the floor of the shower and stood on me full weight naked, and took her shower while trampling me, standing on me full weight. The warm soapy water flooded me all around and soothed me. I couldn’t even feel her weight, my molecules should now be so dense, something like that. At some point I felt some small tremors coming from her. Looking up between waves of warm water I realized she was actually sobbing. I didn’t say anything. She was probably going through a lot, just like me, and maybe she got emotional while taking her shower on me. When it was all done, she pretended that she didn’t cry and we dried in warm towels. We packed our things and dressed up. I was wearing some doll clothes, I looked ridiculous. I was on the huge bed when Amanda suddenly looked at me and told me I should accept Mila Watson’s offer. I was curious about what she had in mind, and she told me about the living in her shoes offer. “You would be in a luxury house, safe from harm, living with a supserstar Allan, think about it. I have to go back home, I have to go back to work, you can’t really stay with me. And…” she hesitated. “I don’T think I can stand to see you shrink any smaller, Allan. I… It pains me so much already, I think I have done all I could.” I realized my good friend Amanda was having it. She was done with me. Maybe it’s the good sex that got her emotional, I don’t know, maybe she had been thinking about this a lot but, I think she was right and legitimate to actually want out. She had done so much to help me. She actually was my only real friend now and I could not force her to continue going this way, taking care of me until I somewhat disappear. This was asking her too much, and she was courageous enough to tell me. I couldn’t really hold my tears but I agreed with that. I owed her all the respect in the world. Actually, we hugged and cuddled a lot until it was time to actually call Mila Watson’s agent. I asked to talk with the star herself and didn’t expect it to work but it actually did. “Hey it’s ant-man Allan, what can I do for you?” she said to me with her beautiful voice over the phone. I explained to her that I actually thought her own idea of keeping me with her and her offer to have me live in her shoe collection was actually something I could do and that in fact, I needed her help and had nowhere to go. She was dumbfounded, told me it was a joke and that it was weird and stuff. But she asked me “how small are you going to get?” and I couldn’t answer. I just told her I was out of options, and that I didn’t want to end up eaten by a spider. She was silent over the phone for a few minutes, then finally accepted and told me she would get someone to pick me up at the hotel later today. I was speechless. We hung up and Amanda and I cried of both joy and sadness. I thanked her a million times, and eventually it was time for goodbye. Amanda left me. Io felt extreme pain and emptiness in my heart. Everything should be fine I guess now. I only have to wait to get picked up.

Day 15

Now I am sure that even if I was my full size, this house would still feel big. But at 1 foot tall, it felt huge. Mila greeted me the night before but she was busy and she brought me to her shoe closet which was actually a room with hundreds of shoes and boots and high heels and accessories and mirrors. “Make yourself home” she said. Then went away. I slept on the floor next to a pair of high heels I am sure I saw her wear these during a concert I watched on TV a few years ago. Anyway, fact is, I was anxious to actually see her today, but it happened only late in the afternoon when she got back from whatever her busy life was. She walked in the shoe closet, dressed with sweater shirt and pants, white socks and fancy sneakers like she was back from the gym or something. She sat Indian style next to me, beautiful as ever and we talked a bit. She was very kind. At some point she removed her sneakers revealing her white socked feet and immediately placed both her feet in front of me, sitting her legs stretched towards me. “Smell them!” she ordered me. She took pictures of me with her cellphone while I was standing, barely taller than the length of her feet. I got closer and smeller her fragrant feet, which smelled actually very good. They smelled like if she had put a spray of perfume in her shoes before sweating intensely from jogging on a treadmill or something. “Keep smelling. You got to get used to it if you’re gonna live in my shoes.” She cackled and took more pictures. She asked me to smile. I knew this was going to eventually go onto social media, but at this point I didn’t care. Eventually she removed her socks and placed her both cute barefeet up back next to me. “Lick them!” she said. “Excuse me?” I asked. “Lick the sweat off my feet little man. You’re my little footslave now, aren’t you?” She said. I didn’t like where it was going, but I actually thought that this beautiful young superstar singer was taking me under hr care and that if I actually wanted to stay here I had to obey. So I did, I stuck my little tongue out and started licking the sweat off her beautiful feet. She smiled at me sometimes, but she was absorbed by whatever she was doing on her cellphone. Eventually she stood up and towered above me. She kicked me and I fell on my back. Immediately her huge bare foot came crashing on my small doll sized body. She pressed down, engulfing me, smothering me with her foot. I could hear her chuckle above me. Then she just walked away and closed the door like if nothing happened, without even saying goodbye. She left me in here. I ma glad I still have this tablet I can write my report on. But I fear soon I’ll be too small to even be able to write down these journal entries.

Day 17

Is it working? Good. Wow this is weird. I am actually using a speech-to-text kind of app on my tablet. I managed to be able to download it cause now I am very small. I measure approximately 3 inches tall. I am naked all the time. The barbie clothes Mila offered me yesterday don’t fit today. To make things simple, yesterday was a very boring day. Mila was out most of it, leaving me alone in this huge shoe closet. I took a walk around, looking at all the shoes she got. For some odd and indescribable reason, my favorite ones were the most used, worn out shoes she had. Maybe because of the smell that emanated from them, reminding me of some sort of humanity. All the shoes were mostly new, worn once or twice, smelled like new and had no soul, no real appeal. The worn ones were actually the closest thing I had to a real human contact and I felt very little and pathetic. That was my life, really. Shrinking so small that I would eventually only have shoes for friends. Today like I said I am very small , 3 inches. I spent some time in Mila’s pair of running shoes. I smelled them, stood in them, crawled in them, kissed the insoles, buried my nose in their fragrant used material. I felt ashamed and I thought about Amanda, how I could be with her right now but chose not to. I thought about my whole life, how it got really weird, really small, and that I was heading straight towards nothingness, quicker than I could hope for. Eventually today, Mila came into the shoe closet and upon not finding me she called me name. She eventually heard me from inside her sneakers and I was about to come out of it, but she laughed so hard when she saw me, she quickly told me to stop and stay there. “Lay down on your back” she ordered me. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but I soon found out when I saw her white cotton socked foot appear above the opening of the shoe. “WAIT!” I screamed, but it was too late. Sh was already pushing her foot inside the shoe above me, squeezing me inside under her sole and eventually slipping her foot completely inside the shoe, trapping me there in extreme discomfort and claustrophobia. I couldn’t feel the pressure, but I felt the warmth and could smell her foot had been stuffed inside boots all day long. I heard her laugh above me, and she stomped a few times. Then, something weird happened, the tied up the laces and I felt like all her foot was absolutely engulfing me. I was under her sole, and I couldn’t move at all. Some movement and the sudden rise in heat and all the muscles of her foot working on me made me realize the was actually walking. I was her shoe insole. I thought she was having fun with me and that it would be over soon but I was wrong. She kept me in there down under her foot inside hr sneaker for hours. Hours. I lost track of time. I was under the foot of a superstar, actually kind of safe, breathing her foot smell, eating the sock lint and drinking her foot sweat. When it was over, when she finally pulled her foot out, the fresh air rushed in and I could feel my muscles again. She plucked me out of her shoe holding my ankles and placed me down on the carpet floor of her shoe closet. “That was awesome Allan, let’s do that again tomorrow!” she then left and closed the doors. I am tried now and will try to get some sleep. Maybe I’ll be able to get my last report done tomorrow.

Day 18

Yep. This may be my last report. I am too small now, half an inch tall. I won’t be able to use the app on my tablet anymore. I hope someone, someday gets to read this. Today when Mila found me, I was so tiny and so small, she laughed at me and took pictures of me to share on social media. The ant-man was now the size of an ant. I couldn’t believe how huge she was, how huge her hand was, how astonishing tall and towering she was. Mila placed me inside her black nylon stockings, down there with her warm huge toes to cuddle me all day long. She kept me in there and wore high heels. I think she had to do public appearances and interviews. She switched those high heels to kneehigh boots halfway trough he day. I can still remember the sound of that long zipper going all the way up her leg. I felt honored to be insignificant inside this woman’s stocking. I was her little footslave, probably for the last day, well at least tall enough to actually be acknowledged. I fear tomorrow I’ll be too small to be seen by the naked eye. At the end of hours of being with her smelly toes, confined in this nylon mesh prison, Mila eventually got me out and placed me inside a one of her most worn high heels. She smiled at me and told me that this shoe would probably be my home from now on. She wished me goodbye and left. I sneaked out to write this report, but I’ll go back in there for the night. This was my last report. I wish this shrinking could stop so I could continue living, but I fear the worse. If there is a report after this one, it means something miraculous happened and that my shrinking has stopped. But if there is no report after this one, it means I will be too small for anything. I’ll stay in the shoe and shrink until I die.

Allan out.