Cheap Thrills


As the sun rose over New York, Thomas Mayton lay still in his bed. He glanced over at his expensive female company who was still sleeping. He reached over to her and shook her lightly. She mumbled, still lost in her dreams. "Damn", he thought, "I've got to get home". He shook her again and she slowly turned to him and opened one eye. "What time is it" she asked. "Around 8:45" he offered. She got out of bed and made straight for the bathroom. Thomas got out of bed and started to get dressed, fumbling in his pocket for an errant bottle of aspirin he had taken from the Motel bathroom the night before. Having found the bottle Thomas swallowed two pills and washed them down with a half-empty glass of Champagne, left over from the night before. He sat on the bed to put his shoes on and then counted the money to pay for the nights' festivities. Thomas placed the money on the night table and picked up his coat from the chair. "Thanks", he yelled through the bathroom door, "I've got to go now". "Bye" she shouted back as he opened the door to the motel room. As he turned the handle a strange sensation came over him. He looked around, trying to keep himself from falling over. Everything went black. Tom regained consciousness two seconds later. At first, he wondered why the carpet had suddenly become so rough and then he realized it was because the carpet was almost as tall as him. He looked around frantically as his mind tried to take in the severity of his situation. He had shrunk. He was not more than 1 inch tall. Tom ran as fast as he could in the direction of the bathroom door, still not fully understanding what had happened. Trying to convince himself that it was a dream was not working, it couldn't be. He smacked himself in the head and felt the sting of his hand on his temple. The bathroom door loomed what seemed like several miles away as he made his way through the jungle of carpet. As he ran the door swung open and he was confronted with a giant woman clad only in panties and a bra. He screamed up at her "HEY, DOWN HERE". He was no larger than an insect to her and she could neither see him nor hear his puny voice. She walked out of the bathroom oblivious to the little man that could easily be crushed under her enormous foot. He looked up at the giant woman and prayed she would not walk in his direction. As luck would have it she didn't, she walked to the bed and sat down. He saw her giant heeled sandals by the bed and decided to head for them, hoping to get her attention. Michelle picked up the phone.

Tom made his way through the thick carpet as fast as he could, getting ever closer to the giant sandals that towered over him like buildings. Michelle was deep in conversation as Tom reached the huge sandal; he stood at the toe of the sandal and yelled again "HEY, DOWN HERE ON THE FLOOR, IT'S ME". Michelle could not hear him. As he screamed she turned and slipped her giant feet into the sandals. He stared at her massive toes that were easily as tall as him. He could smell the slight odor of her foot as he moved closer to the huge sandal Her toes were painted with a light blue color nail polish. Tom climbed up onto the toe of the shoe and hit her big toe as hard as he could. "Euchh" came the booming voice from above. "Claire, there is a bug on my shoe" she screamed into the phone. Michelle jerked her foot violently and Tom fell onto the floor. Michelle dropped the phone and stamped on the floor, trying to exterminate the bug. Luckily for Tom she missed and he ran for cover under the bed. "Damn" she said to her friend, "I missed it". Michelle continued on with her conversation. Tom was scared out of his mind having been almost crushed under the foot of a giant woman. He contemplated trying to get her attention again. But after careful consideration decided that becoming a permanent part of Michelle's sandal was not in his best interests. Her massive foot dangled in front of him, half in the sandal. She concluded her conversation with her friend, finished getting dressed and took her money from the night table. The ground shook as she walked out of the motel room and closed the door behind her. Tom was lost, what could he do? He was stuck on the floor and the only help he might have gotten had just tried to squash him. He lay down on the carpet and cried himself to sleep.

He was awoken by the sound of a girl's voice. A young girl. He opened his eyes slowly and focused on his new world. Directly in front of him a massive sock dropped on the floor, followed by another sock. The odor from the socks was strong. He backed away from the huge socks as two giant feet filled his field of vision. He could hear the conversation going on above him. It was a young girl and her Mother. From the sounds of the conversation it was not their first time in this particular Motel room. Tom thought about how to get their attention, a train of thought that was interrupted by the Mother's loud voice. "Ashleigh, I am going out to get some food, so just watch TV until I get back".

"OK, mom" the girl replied.

Tom felt sure he could get the girl's attention so he inched slowly towards the sole of her foot. He reached out to touch the sole of the foot overpowered by the strong scent. He punched the huge sole and backed away hoping the girl would look down. As luck would have it she did. He ran out from his hiding place wildly flailing his arms and yelling. She saw him. She leaned forward and peered down at him. She was young, fifteen or sixteen. "HELP ME" Tom screamed. She laughed at the tiny bug. "I'm going to squash you," she laughed. She raised her giant foot and realized she wasn't wearing her shoes. She glanced around the room and then back at Tom. She leaned forward to grab her shoe and as she did so realized that Tom was not an insect. "You're no bug" she uttered, "You're a puny little man". With that she reached down and picked him up. She lifted him up to her face as to get a better look at him. She smiled at him and then picked up her shoe. "Your so tiny" she giggled. You can stay in my shoe until my Mother gets back. With that she dropped him into her shoe and put it on the floor beside her foot. Tom was in a giant sneaker, and it smelled bad. He was wondering why this girl was so calm; it was as if this was an everyday occurrence for her. He ran to the toe of the sneaker and cowered in fear. The giant girl turned on the TV and put her toes in the heel of the shoe so as to deter him from trying to escape. Thomas lay in the toe of the giant sneaker and kept hoping he would wake up. Unfortunately for him, he quickly realized he was wide-awake. He approached the giant toes and yelled as loud as he could, "PLEASE LET ME OUT OF HERE". The giant toes moved slightly and flicked him back into the toe of the sneaker. "Quiet little toy" came a mocking voice form above. "I could crush you like an ant, and you wouldn't be the first". He cringed in the toe of the sneaker. What could he do? He was the size of a bug compared to a giant 16 year old. He lay still for what seemed like hours and was startled by the loud voice of the Mother. "Ashleigh, I'm back," said Tanya. "Mom, we got another one", she smiled at her Mother. "Where is it", Tanya asked. Reaching down, Ashleigh lifted her shoe up to her Mothers face and tipped it up so that Thomas slid down the insole and into the view of the two giantesses. "How many is that now?" asked Tanya. "Seven", Ashleigh laughed. Thomas was on all fours, cringing as they stared at him. "That aspirin bottle was a great idea Ashleigh"

Tanya said as she reached down and snatched up the tiny Thomas. Thomas screamed but it amounted to little more than minute chirps to the ears of his captors. Tanya put him on the floor and removed her shoe. He fell on his back and stared up as Tanya's huge foot towered over him. Ashleigh was laughing as she watched the tiny man beg for his life. He was no bigger than her small toe. Tanya laughed at him and told him that as he was a bug and he should really be crushed under her foot. She lowered her foot over him and he was overcome with the scent of her toes as they brushed against him. "I'm not in the mood to play with this one" Tanya said and slipped her foot back into her shoe. "You play with him Ashleigh, I'm going to take a shower". Ashleigh stared down at the little man and laughed. She reached down and picked him up but it was a short trip. "Ever wondered what it would be like to be my toe jam?" She asked Thomas. Thomas didn't know what to say and did not offer an answer. "Well, that doesn't matter" She laughed, "Because now you are going to find out anyway". With that she dropped Thomas in between her toes and grabbed one of her socks. Carefully holding him in place with her toes she pulled her sock on and resumed watching TV. Every now and then she moved her toes a little bit to make sure that Thomas' visit was not enjoyable. Thomas was crying and hitting her toes as hard as he could. He was trapped in between her big and second toe. It was hot and it smelled bad and he could hardly move. Ashleigh could barely feel him hitting her toes, but she felt that his energies could be put to better use. She thought about it for a couple of seconds and smiled a wicked smile as she thought of something disgusting for him to do "Lick" came the command from above. He couldn't see her through the sock but he assumed the command was meant for him. "LICK NOW", the command came again, louder than the first. He stuck his tongue out and touched the smooth skin between her toes with it. He began to lick. He heard giggling from above. Ashleigh loved the thought of a puny man stuck in between her toes. It was a man's place she thought to herself. "You can start with that" She laughed, "And later you can lick both my feet clean and my sneakers too". "And then I think I'll step on you, you little ant". All Thomas could hear was laughter as he continued the degrading job of cleaning in between her toes. It took him almost an hour to clean that small space and he realized that it would take him a lot longer to do her whole foot. He hoped and prayed she was joking, but somehow he didn't think so.

Tanya finished her shower and exited the bathroom. "Where is he" she asked her daughter. "I put him in my sock, where he belongs" she smirked. "We have captured quite a few in this room," Tanya said. "After a little more testing we will be able to sell this on the black market". Thomas was hearing the whole conversation and was frantically trying to put the pieces together. It sounded like the Motel room was some kind of trap and that whatever had happened to him had happened to others. As he contemplated he stopped licking. He suddenly felt an intense pressure as the huge toes began to crush him. "I didn't tell you to stop licking" Ashleigh boomed from above. "Crawl under my toes and clean there now, and don't stop until you are told". The pressure eased and Thomas crawled under her foot. The smell was stronger here; he was directly beneath her toes. He began to lick and the two giantesses continued their conversation. The rest of the conversation revealed their plan. They had developed a Formula (Disguised as Aspirin) that reduced people in size. They were planning on selling it on the black market to women only. They wanted to give women an edge and allow them to control annoying boyfriends, sexist bosses etc. They had apparently already sold a few batches to some rich Hollywood women; Jennifer Love Hewitt was among them. He licked as hard as he could, trying to remove the layer of dirt from the bottom of her foot. It was pitch black so he couldn't really see his progress but he could taste the dirt and the sweat. Tanya announced she was going to check another trap Thomas heard her tell Ashleigh to "take care of it" before she returned. He could only imagine what that meant. Ashleigh reached down and removed her sock. She dumped him out of her sock onto the floor at her feet and stared at him. "I've had enough of you," she mocked. She lifted her foot and looked in between her toes and then under her toes. "Still dirty, you useless little ant", with that she lifted her foot and stamped on the hapless Thomas. He was reduced to a grease stain on the ball of her foot.