Mindy and Me (NEW!) - Chapter 1

Mindy, my girlfriend, is simply perfect. Perfect for me I mean. First she’s a natural blonde and she’s got that slender sexy body creamy skin beautiful visage and some of those freckles here and there on her cheeks. She’s tall enough to have size 7 and a half narrow and high arched cute feet that of course she thinks are cute and sexy, and she’s right. She’s got incredibly sexy boobs, firm and deliciously round. Mindy is that kind of girl, way out of my league, way way out of many other people’s league. She’s simply perfect, physically. 

However, one has to admit, she’s got a fierce character and a personality that doesn’t’ fit with most people. At first once would disagree because she’s got very neutral popular tastes and likes. For instance, she likes the music everyone likes, she wears the clothes everyone wears and watches videos and content everyone watches. But she’s got that thing, THAT thing that makes her perfect for me. She’s obsessed with her feet. Yup., completely obsessed. Sher thinks her feet are the most beautiful, and I think she might be right.

Reasons unknown, at some point during teenage years she met a foot fetish guy, had a relationship with him for 2 years, and he literally planted the idea in her mind that her feet were perfect. Since then, she’s been obsessed with this idea. She pedicures twice a month, changes nail polish regularly, washes her feet twice a day, puts on exfoliating creams and scenty lotions and hydratants. She uses her ped egg to remove her dry skin and basically she takes so much care about her feet, they are always spotless and perfect in every single way possible. They don’t even stink, except when she wants them to, because, that’s something she loves to do. Make me smell her feet. 

Yup. Mindy loves to have a man at her feet all the time, and that man is me. 

Wherever she goes, whatever she does, she always thinks about my face under her feet when she comes back. She always wants me to lie down on the floor so she can rub her creamy soles on my face after a day at work or after shopping, or simply after her jogging or whatever. I end up with her perfect feet on my face so many times a day, I sometimes wonder if she enjoys any other types of physical contact with me. Yes, we cuddle in bed, we hug, we kiss, we hold hands, but most of our time spent together, I am on the floor with her feet on my face. She often makes me clean her feet before going in the shower. She gets incredibly turned on at the idea her foot smell goes into my body, whatever if it is from my nose or my mouth. When I moan she just asks me to smell her feet some more. When they really stink, she just gets even more turned on and forces them on my nose and inside my mouth. Always before shower. 

Mindy has that kind of obsession and it made her struggle through teenage years and young adulthood. Her partners and boyfriends never enjoyed it, never got into it, she needed a foot fetishist, and then she found me. Since then we’re both in love above our heads. She’s found the perfect boyfriend to love her perfect feet. She tells me she loves me so many times a day sometimes I feel like she loves me more than I love her, even if that’s impossible cause my love for her is infinite. The thrills inside my spine she gives me when we’re somewhere in public and she whispers to my ear that she can’t wait to force her feet on my face when we get back home. It’s hard to describe that perfect feeling. 

Mindy also has an obsession about shoes. She’s got many pairs, and wears them all. She changes pair twice a day. She takes care of her shoes and she loves to choose which one are going to end up on my face. Because when we get back home, she never removes her shoes right away. She keeps them on until I end up on the floor, when she plants her feet on my face with her shoes on. Now I am a bit of a shoe guy but I don’t like to lick them, I like to smell the soles, the leather, the rubber, the wear they take with them, the outdoors they get imprinted on with and of course, when Mindy feels I have smelled the exterior of her shoes long enough, she forces me to smell inside, and only then, am I allowed to finally have her socked feet or bare feet on my face. Sometimes for hours, especially when she watches TV. 

We have one of a kind relationship. 

Nothing like this exists anywhere else in the world I am sure we are unique in our own twisted ways. 

Oddly enough, all of this is still true today even if everything changed a couple months ago. Yes. Because such a perfect relationship cannot really go on forward without having its own little hiccups and problems. As of today, I’d say me and Mindy we’re in heaven, even more than we were before, but we had to go through a hard part. And that hard part begun when we were having a couple’s week-end out at Mount Hood for a ski week-end during January. We were celebrating our fifth year together, and we decided to go on a ski trip and spend the week-end there. Some kind of romantic time, you know. 

I’ll tell you all about it, and how things changed during this very key moment of our lives, Mindy and me.

We got our rented condo on Friday night and after work, we packed our stuff and drove to the mountain and checked in. Convenient luxury condo with large windows and a king size bed on a mezzanine, fire place, huge kitchen, and a room specifically to store the ski gear and bags. It was great, we could ski in ski out almost instantly since we were literally at the foot of the mountain where the slopes ended up near the chairlift area. After settling in a bit, of course mindy trampled my body with her timberland boots and enjoyed making sure she would stand on my face with them, just to give me sime boot imprints before we would head out to the restaurant. She loves to make boot or shoe prints on my face before we go to a public place, I wonder why, maybe she lives showing off that part, that secret part. So  before having a nice sleep and a good ski day on the next day, we went to the restaurant nearby. The weather was perfect, the sunset came in early and we went out, fancy dressed. My girlfriend Mindy was dressed to kill, black knee high boots with platform and 4 inches heels, fancy dark red dress, long blonde hair flowing down behind her back, nice jewelry, perfume. I had my tuxedo on and she loved it. We were both very good looking and we ate a fancy dinner with a bottle of red wine. Of course, I felt Mindy’s high heel boot caress my own leg meaning she was getting horny at the idea of making me smell her nyloned feet once we would be back at the condo. 

But then dessert arrived, we had eaten well, the ambiance and the food were both perfect, and that’s when she said that unforgettable thing:

“I want to shrink you, Sam”

“What?” I retorted, a bit dumbfounded. 

“I bought a shrinker, and I brought it for the week-end. I want to shrink you and make you smell my feet.”

“Shrink me? How is that even possible? That’s a thing?” I asked. 

“Yeah, it’s used in schools as punishment for bad students, and in prisons, and sometimes just for fun. There is absolutely no danger I assure you, your body will be dense and resistant and you can be grown back to normal size any time.” She explained. I was eating cake, and I was completely baffled. 

“Wow, you’re serious?” I asked, half laughing. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun. Imagine my huge feet coming down on you and crushing you like a bug.” She said, biting her lower lip. That thing aroused me. 

“Wait, how small that thing can shrink people?” I asked, nervously, but also excited by her twisted idea. 

“The model I have can only shrink down to half an inch small.” She said. I coughed. 

“Half an inch?” I couched again. “That’s so tiny!” I said. 

“I know right!” said Mindy, excited, hyper, and obviously completely enthused by her idea. “You in?” she finally asked, smiling at me. What a perfect girl, I smiled back at her and nodded. 

“Sure. Okay…Why not, if you tell me it’s safe.” I said. 

“Hundred percent safe.” She said. 

“Okay!” I added. 

And our conversation continued, talking about how she would squeeze me with her toes, and rub her feet on my tiny body and how she would have fun crushing me into the floor like if I was a cigarette. The bottle of wine was empty and we bought another. We continued to talk about this and we laughed it was a great time, until at some point we were the last customers left in the restaurant. We walked our way back to our condo a bit tipsy. That night, was when our lives changed. 

We kissed after we closed the door behind us. She started to undress me, I undressed her as well, while we kissed. We were so much in love. So much of that energy between us, what made us connect, went through our skin, transferred to each other. She told me she loved me, I told her I loved her. We kissed more. I finally knelt in front of her, kissed all her body down to her boots that she ordered me to kiss even more. Mindy twisted her ankles for me to be able to reach the bottom, the chunky heel part. I unzipped her long inside zipper and pulled her boot off revealing her amazing perfect feet encased in black nylons. I did the same thing to the next foot and soon her foo smell was all over my fac and I kissed her feet, right there in the small entrance of our condo. Then she knocked me over and crashed on top of me, on the floor, and kissed me again. 

We ended upstairs on the mezzanine and we had amazing sex. The best sex I personally ever had. It was magical, phenomenal, and charge with a deep message. That was the apex of our relationship and some tickling sensation in my belly started to invade my whole body when it was over. Some kind of anxiety, the feeling that things would and could not ever be as great as it just was and that our relationship was doomed to become something else, different in many ways. The looming thought of me being shrunk, as arousing and exciting as it was felt like a warning that I was failing to listen to. A warning for me to understand that once I agreed to be shrunk, earlier at that restaurant, I had made notable mistake. 

Cause soon after we had sex, my beautiful girlfriend Mindy stood up and walked to her purse and got out a small device. I got nervous. 

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, in bed, naked, in some kind of fuzz from my extravagant orgasm. A thought formed into my head. What if I just made her pregnant? That would be even more scary than shrinking. 

“You’ll love it.” She said, sitting next to me. “Get up.”

“Okay.” I said. I got out of bed, naked and stood up next to the bed, ready and somewhat both unsure and curious at the same time. “Wait…” I said. “What are you going to do with me, and how long?” I asked. But she had already pressed a button and I felt a zapping sensation. 

“Oops!” she said. I felt dizzy, panic got into me but, I got a hold of it, tried to stay calm. My heart rate started to rise. I felt my eyes go tired and this overwhelming sensation that all the air around me was pushing against my skin. I closed my eyes. “Are you okay?” asked Mindy. 

“Yes… kinda.” I said, eyes closed, breathing heavily. Her voice was sounding very far and very loud. 

“Okay… cause, wow, you just dropped down to half you size and..woah… oh my god… you’re getting smaller so fast!” said Mindy. I didn’t dare open my eyes. I felt the wood floor under my feet expand like if inches became miles. “Oh my god!” I heard Mindy say, her voice getting even more distant. A swirl of emotion got into me and it suddenly all stopped. Just like that. Everything seemed just fine, and my breathing was suddenly normal, my heart rate got back to normal too. I took a long deep breathe. “Uh… Sam?” Her voice echoed gently around me. I opened my eyes very, very slowly. 

I was tiny. 

Very, very tiny. 

Some very hard to describe feeling took over me when I realized I was as tall as a raisin. I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t excited. I was very zen, very calm, very intrinsically at peace. I had never felt such an enveloping soothing sensation. I could compare it as to being on the moon. A completely different atmosphere, the air felt different, my vision was different. I could see my towering girlfriend Mindy sit down on the bed her both bare feet on each sides of me, as big as cruise ships. I felt the inner urge to be scared and panicking, but it never manifested. I remained calm, completely entranced into some kind of soothing sensation that I had lost just about every percentage of control over my life. 

I felt like very insidiously, I had given my life away to this giantess goddess looking down at me and apparently talking to me. 

“Sam…Sam, can you hear me?”

I nodded. I looked up between the long legs pas her knees her beautiful visage l;ooking down on me, smiling. 

“You’re so cute!” she said, excited. It made me smile, I felt my mouth muscles extend top each sides of my cheeks and I was actually smiling. She smiled at me too. And she stood up, extending her already inconceivable height to reach even further up in the air. She was so tall. I could see the ceiling behind her head it was even further up like if it was the sky itself. “Are you ready to smell my feet?” she said from up there, far away up there. 

The question actually resonated into me. I remembered why I was that small and weighted the perspectives of me being assaulted by her perfect heaven scented ginormous bare feet. I felt like an orgasm was about to take me over way before anything happened. And it did. I orgasmed, right there, tiny, stupidly, just at the idea that what I was actually living was real.