Roomies by ItWasMe

“I’m not sayin’ it’s weird,” Callie said. “Okay, it’s weird, but it’s not, like, that weird. Urgh! That’s not the issue here!”

Duncan watched from the dresser as his flustered girlfriend dropped to her knees and leaned forward in order to be closer to him. Her left elbow landed on top of the dresser several of his feet away from him, the small thud it produced accompanied by a soft tremor under his feet.

Callie pressed her left cheek into her left palm, propping her face up as she looked down at him with a slightly frustrated expression. The attention was too much for Duncan, who lowered his head in an effort to hide the embarrassed blush on his own cheeks.

The well-manicured, pink-painted nail of her forefinger soon blocked his view of the dresser’s surface as it slipped under his chin and gently tilted his head back to face her. The frustration had drained from her face, replaced by a more sympathetic expression.

“Hey,” Callie said softly. “It’s nothin’ to be embarrassed about. I mean, I kinda already suspected you had a foot fetish. It’s okay, seriously.”

It had been hard for Duncan to tell her about his fetish, almost as hard as it had been for him to come to terms with having the fetish. But he couldn’t deny that what he was asking for was something he wanted badly, so he worked up the courage to “out” himself to the woman he loved.

Callie’s initial hesitance made him think that telling her had been a mistake. But now, his worries melted away as he found nothing but warmth in her eyes, a pair of kaleidoscopes of green mixed with reddish-brown staring into his soul and warming his heart.

“I’m not judgin’ you,” she continued. “I wanna give you what you want. I’m just worried, that’s all. Like, it just doesn’t seem safe, ya know?”

Duncan nodded.

“Yeah, I get that,” he said. “But if you’re careful …”

Callie saw Duncan’s nod and raised him a head shake.

“You want to go under my foot,” she explained. “While I’m walking. Like, you don’t see the problem here?”

Duncan held her gaze as she tried to stare him down.

“I seem to recall mentioning you being careful,” he said.

Callie’s right hand came back, its pointer finger once again extended. This time, however, it aimed for his chest, poking him with just enough strength to knock him on his butt. The finger stayed on his chest, gently pushing him onto his back. She then started making cute little swirls on his chest and stomach area, ruffling up his beige t-shirt.

“You can be a pain in the ass sometimes, ya know?” she asked with an affectionate smile.

The pressure of her fingertip traveling all over his upper body, rubbing him up and down in circles and figure eights, felt incredible to Duncan. It had only been two weeks since Callie and he started dating, and in that span, almost every time she touched his body had become an erotic experience for him.

But he had to focus. She wasn’t going to use this tactic to win this argument. Not this time.

“Only when something is important to me,” Duncan answered. “And, you know, the rest of the time, too, I guess.”

He grabbed the sides of her fingertip and tried to lift it off. It didn’t move at first, Callie’s surprised face was a clear sign that she wasn’t registering his efforts yet. She was quick to recover, however, and she allowed him to push her finger away, pulling her hand away after her finger moved beyond Duncan’s reach.

“Shit, that usually works,” she said. “You really that serious about this?”

Duncan sat up and gave Callie another nod.

“Yeah,” he responded. “It’s taken me a while to be okay with this. Now that I am, I want this to be something we can share. You mean so much to me. There’s nobody else’s foot I’d want to be under.”

The slightest bit of moisture began to form in Callie’s eyes.

“Damn, Dunky,” she said. “Like, how can I say no to that?”

Duncan pushed himself back up to his feet and straightened out his shirt.

“So you’ll do it?” he asked.

Callie gave a forlorn sigh.

“We’re not doin’ it with me walkin’ today, not ‘til I find a way to do it safely,” she said. “But I think I have a good compromise for today.”

Callie scooched back on her knees and both of her hands disappeared beneath the edge of the dresser. Duncan could hear the rumble of one of the drawers below him opening. Soon afterward, the dresser was carefully shut, still rattling the ground but not enough to knock Duncan off balance.

Her right hand returned within his line of sight, a sock dangling from between her thumb and index finger, which were gripping its top. She wiggled the sock with a few flicks of her wrist.

“Ta da!” Callie said cutely. “I won’t walk on you, but I’m cool with wearin’ ya for a while!

Duncan felt his face light up at Callie’s suggestion.

“You want to put me in there with your foot?” he asked, trying to downplay his excitement. “Yeah, that could work, I guess.”

A huge grin took over Callie’s face.

“It could, huh?” she said teasingly. “You look like you’re about ready to burst. Way to play it cool, though!”

Callie reached out for Duncan with her free hand, with Duncan lifting his arms over his head as her fingers wrapped around him, leaving only his head, arms, and shoulders sticking out.. She lifted him off the dresser and in front of her face as she stood up.

He found himself being brought toward her puckered lips, which were glazed in frosted pastel pink lipstick. Her fingers opened as her left hand tilted away from her, leaving his front completely exposed to her.

The two mounds of pillowy flesh pressed against his whole upper body, contorting lovingly around Duncan’s torso and face. The soft, warm embrace massaged his muscles as Callie held the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away. Slight suction from her mouth pulled his body off her palm as the lips carried him upward just a bit before releasing him and letting him fall back into her hand.

Callie giggled as she stared down at Duncan. A quick look at his shirt made the reason for her laughter perfectly clear: His shirt, arms, and presumably his face were all bathed in shimmering pink, a gift left behind by those smiling lips still hovering above.

Without saying a word, her fingers wrapped around him once again. This time, she had to maneuver her fingers under his armpits, as she caught him off guard. She kept him in front of her face, her eyes, filled with a tender intensity, locked in with his as she walked to the living room.

Callie sat down on the couch, setting Duncan down on the coffee table in front of her denim-clad knees. Her expression turned thoughtful as her gaze shifted from between Duncan and the sock.

“I’m still kinda worried,” she said. “What if you don’t like it in there or can’t breathe or … or something! Like, how would you let me know? I won’t be able to hear you down there.”

Duncan shrugged his shoulders. He hadn’t considered the possibility that he might end up in some kind of trouble under Callie’s foot, primarily because of how safe he felt around her.

“I could tap something against the bottom of your foot?” he asked, unsure of his suggestion. “It’s the next best thing after a safe word.”

Callie rubbed her chin with her right index finger and thumb as she contemplated the idea.

“Yeah, we could do that,” she replied. “What are you gonna tap, though?”

Duncan’s first thought was that something simple would work best.

“Three taps should work, right?” he asked.

Callie frowned at the suggestion.

“No, you could do that without even knowin’ it,” she answered. “It’s gotta be something more complicated. Something that there’d be, like, no mistake about. Something like ...”

Now it was Callie’s turn to wear an excited expression.

“I got it!” she said. “This is gonna sound random as fuck, but you even watch TV Land?”

Duncan’s curiosity was written on his face as he stared back at Callie.

“That channel with all the old ass shows?” he asked. “Yeah, that was always on the ‘approved watchlist’ when I was a kid.”

Callie’s smile dulled slightly.

“Yeah, Mom and Dad made me watch it with them, like, every night when I was a kid, said TV when they were younger was so much better than the ‘crap’ we have now,” she said, regaining some of her cheerfulness as she finished recalling the memory. “My favorite show on there was Laverne and Shirley. You ever see it?”

Another nod from Duncan confirmed that he had.

“Yeah, but I don’t know wh—” he stopped himself. “Oh, I get it. You want to use the theme song as the signal, don’t you?”

Callie squealed and clapped her hands together.

“Makin’ Our Dreams Come True, the greatest TV theme of all time!” she said. “It’s perfect!”

Callie’s enthusiasm seemed contagious, as Duncan couldn’t help but grin.

“Wow, you’re really excited about this,” he said.

Callie lifted her chin and looked over Duncan, seemingly lost in thought.

“I always wanted to be a workin’ girl like them when I was younger, but my parents weren’t about that,” she said after a few seconds of silence. “They wanted me to learn to cook and all that shit instead.”

Callie shook off the thought, looking back down at Duncan.

“Anyway, I think the beat during the “Doin’ it our way!” part would work,” he said. “So that’s just four taps, two slow, then two faster ones: da da da-da. So if you wa—”

Duncan cut Callie off, throwing both hands in front of him in a “whoa” motion.

“Hold on a second,” he said. “You’ve got it wrong. That “Doin’ it our way!” is five taps, three fast, two slow: da-da-da da da. The “Doin’ it” part is three fast ones.”

Callie’s lips curved into a hard frown.

“Duncan,” she said with slight sternness, “I watched that show for years. It was actually kinda important to me. Like, I think I know how the song goes.”

Shit, no Dunky? She’s pretty serious about this, Duncan thought. If only she wasn’t wrong.

“So if you know how the song goes,” he started with a smirk, “then why are you arguing with me?”

The two of them spent the next ten minutes arguing over how the song went, with neither of them willing to concede the point. The argument ended with an annoyed eye roll from Callie, who scooped him up in her right hand and sent him sliding down into her sock, which she was holding open with her left hand.

The ride down was surprisingly fun for him, kind of like going down the world’s steepest slide. His butt bounced slightly off the cotton wall behind him as he followed it down, fuzzy balls of cotton gathering at his feet along his swift descent.

The toe section broke his fall, causing him to tumble forward as his feet landed too fast for his body to adjust. Ending up on his back, he noticed the area around him getting darker. His eyes traveled upward to the sock’s opening, where Callie’s massive left eye spied on him.

“Any requests?” she said sweetly, her voice still loud but slightly muffled by the sock’s fabric. “Still want under my toes?”

After taking a moment to collect himself, Duncan made a decision.

“Since you’re not walking, I think anywhere on the sole of your foot would be good,” he answered. “Might as well take advantage of that.”

Callie’s eye pulled away from the hole, and Duncan started to sway as she lowered the sock.

“Gotcha,” she said. “I’ll surprise you!”

The inside of the sock darkened once more, but rather than an eye, it was five long, slender toes wiggling almost invitingly, showing off the deep shade of pink dressing each nail, as they meandered their way past the hole, blotting out the LED lighting overhead. The flawless, cutely rounded ball of Callie’s foot came into view before it became too dark for Duncan to make things out.

He could hear her foot pushing its way deeper into the sock, an oppressive heat beginning to overtake him. Without giving it too much thought, Duncan quickly stripped off his clothes while he still had the chance, lamenting the fact that he didn’t think of this before being placed in the sock.

By the time he felt Callie’s toes upon him, Duncan was butt naked, his clothes lost somewhere within the darkness. When the print of her big toe finally touched him, it stopped its progress before her foot fully filled the sock. The toe brushed up against him, the ridges of her toe print massaging his chest, core, and genital area.

He could just barely make out her giggles from high above, and her foot resumed its march forward.

 As Callie’s toes began to overtake his position, Duncan felt his surroundings start to tilt upward. He rolled past her toes and under the ball of her foot, which settled on his chest, his back pressed hard into the cotton wall behind him.

A deep thud rattled his world around him, jolting him a little further down the sock, with his own toes touching the base of the foot’s arch. He could feel gravity trying to pull at him by his feet, but he was snug and secure against his girlfriend’s incredibly smooth, light-vinegar-scented sole.

But it was the faintest hint of light seeping into the sock from behind him that provided the final piece of the puzzle for Duncan.

She just put her feet up on the coffee table, he realized.

Duncan decided to get right to work, using every millimeter of his arms and legs to rub as much of Callie’s sole as possible, moving them back and forth, up and down, and bent and straight in slow movements, using all of his strength to push his limbs as deep into her skin as humanly possible.

The bottom of Callie’s foot felt divine against his bare skin as it glided across the pristine sole, almost as though he were massaging satiny, malleable glass, alive and getting warmer by the second. His body heat, combined with the fabric of the sock trapping her foot’s natural heat within it, was starting to cause her foot to perspire.

Duncan’s whole body was soon dripping in sweat, both his and Callie’s. Some of the perspiration forced its way into his mouth, the salty liquid having an addicting quality that overrode the part of his brain telling him it was supposed to be gross. As he stared at the slightly crinkled skin directly in front of his face, he hesitated at first, afraid of what she might think of him if he acted on his next thought.

Then, he threw caution to the wind and gave her sole a long leisurely lick, lapping lustfully at a bead of sweat along the way. He went in for another lick and then another still, attacking her foot flesh like a three-scoop lemon ice cream cone, his favorite flavor by far. He shifted his neck to taste as much of her foot as possible, lathering up a growing area with his saliva.

The foot sweat became so pervasive that Duncan could feel himself slipping, almost slithering downward at a snail's pace, his member dragging across Callie’s obliging skin as he sank ever lower. He kept his tongue sticking out, its tip fully pressed into her sole and tracing its way down with him.

He could feel himself starting to get hard as the gentle friction of it rubbing into her foot teased his manhood at an agonizingly slow pace. The silky sole grinding against him, in concert with the heat and moisture emanating from it, combined to accommodate his growing erection with great fervor.

Without warning, Duncan felt something as large as a beach ball poke into his left side from his pelvis to his armpit. The thing poking into him was much more solid than a beach ball, and it didn’t stop with a poke. It pushed him to his right, sending him skidding horizontally across the ball of Callie’s foot, leaving a trail of spit and precum in his wake.

As the object moved away from him, his left arm was barely nipped by the edge of something hard. Turning his head to look at it, he saw a dull flash of purple through the white fibers of the sock. As it came back, this time bending as it moved below him, he recognized the pink surface positioning itself between his legs and pressing into his butt.

A toenail. Callie was pushing him around with the big toe of her unsocked foot.

Duncan felt the pressure of her toe on his ass as it pushed him up the ball of her foot. He only made it halfway up before he burst, ropes of cum splattering onto the bottom of her foot as his whole body shivered from the power of his orgasm as he gripped two handfuls of the skin of her foot and squeezed as tightly as he possibly could.

As he came down from his rapture, he heard a feminine moan followed by a giggle coming in the distance. Callie had stopped pushing him with her toe, and he took the time to recover. His heavy breathing began to slow and his heart rate dropped back to normal levels. He hugged the section of foot in front of him as best he could, his arms stretching across a small portion of the upper right part of the ball of her foot.

But almost as soon as his arms went limp and the hug ended, the shadow of the uncovered toe fell over him.

********

That’s probably enough of a break! Callie mused enthusiastically.

She had stopped nudging Duncan with her big toe once she felt his cum on her foot and gave him some time to regroup. She had briefly considered taking him out of her sock and asking him if he was good, but she quickly decided against it. This was something he wanted so badly, and she was going to make sure he enjoyed the experience to the fullest.

Well, that was most of it, anyway. Truth be told, Callie was initially just doing this for Duncan. She had thought his request was a little weird but in a cute, quirky sort of way, and she really wanted to make him happy. But once he was down there, rubbing, grinding, licking away, his little fetish started to seem less silly and adorable and more … exciting.

The foot rub had been nicer than she expected. The attention he paid to such a small area with his electric touch felt incredible, with the rest of her foot begging for the same treatment. Then, he caught her off guard with his tiny tongue, but that surprise soon gave way to pleasure as she found herself getting into it.

It was shortly afterward that Callie had the idea to move Duncan around the bottom of her foot with the big toe of her other foot. The sensation of him sliding across the width of her foot was fantastic! But the thing that really got her going was when she felt his hard dick pressing into her foot as it dragged along the ball of her foot.

Before he made it to the other side of her foot, her hand had already found its way past the waistband of her pink plaid pajama pants. She found herself already dripping wet and shoved her index and middle fingers past her pussy lips and right to her clit.

Callie finished right after she felt Duncan’s ejaculate cool her sole. It wasn’t as intense as the orgasm Duncan gave her when playing with her clit two weeks ago. Nothing she had ever felt could live up to either of the two orgasms she experienced that night. But, as her body trembled and her skin tingled a little, she had to admit that it still felt pretty damn good.

So she gave him a few minutes to recuperate while she recovered herself. Then she got back to it. She brought her toe back to her socked foot and nudged down on his head, pushing him down her foot. She was excited to feel his tongue, arms, and legs go right back to work at her prompting.

This went on for another twenty minutes before Duncan came again, this time in the middle of her arch. Even though Callie didn’t join him this time, she still immensely enjoyed playing with him like that. Rather than remove him, she just leaned back on the couch and left her feet up on the coffee table.

After another ten minutes, she felt a series of taps on her foot:

tap-tap-tap tap tap

Callie rolled her eyes, annoyed that Duncan used his version of the song to signal to her that he was ready to come out. The wrong version, clearly. She began to reach for the toe section of her sock, but stopped as the shadow of her hand stretched to her ankle. A mischievous smirk crossed her lips as she retracted her hand and returned to her fully seated position.

She paid close attention when she felt the taps a second time, wanting to make sure that this wasn’t an emergency of some sort. Given the slower, drawn-out pacing he used, she knew he was annoyed rather than desperate.

tap-tap-tap tap tap

Satisfied that everything was fine, Callie went back to ignoring his requests to exit her sock. As the tapping continued, she started to sway her feet in unison, swinging them left and right while occasionally flexing them for good measure, feeling him slip and squirm at her every whim.

This is the funnest fight I’ve ever had! she mused.

It wasn’t until Callie felt a new pattern being tapped on her foot that she finally relented.

tap tap tap-tap

The smugness of her expression was cranked to eleven.

Victory! she celebrated internally.

Callie cautiously pulled the sock off her foot, with her left hand waiting to catch her boyfriend as he tumbled out of it. As he landed in the center of her palm, she briefly worried that maybe she had actually pissed him off. This wasn’t the first time since they started dating that she had used her size to win an argument, and she was starting to worry that it was becoming a fallback for her.

I gotta make it up to him, she decided. It’s so fun, but I don’t wanna do that to him. He doesn’t deserve that.

But when Duncan stood up and looked at her, he had a big grin on his face.

“You shouldn’t have given me time to think,” he said. “Because while I was in there, I remembered that the internet is a thing …”

********

Monica couldn’t stop herself from glancing down at Kristie as the CEO raised another bite of her spicy chicken vegetable stir fry to her waiting lips. The puny girl was sitting at her own table atop Monica’s own dining table, with a tiny chair, plate, and silverware scaled to her size as she picked at her own much smaller sampling of the stir fry.

Monica’s glances didn’t go unnoticed, as Kritie’s vacant gaze lifted from her food to lock eyes with her humongous hostess.

“What the fuck do you want?” Kristi asked.

Despite the harsh words, Monica couldn’t ignore the lack of vitriol behind them. There had been something missing from her tiny houseguest ever since that day. Now, even when Kristie tried to be insulting, she came off more monotone than anything.

“It’s taken longer than I expected, but your house should be arriving sometime this evening,” Monica said. “Working plumbing and electricity have been built into the design, so you should be fully self-sufficient once it arrives.”

Monica had been quite precise to the last detail when instructing the manufacturer, one of many under her company’s umbrella, how to design and assemble the house. She would never share that with Kristie, of course, but the executive’s guilt had been eating away at her for weeks, and she was hoping this gesture might ease her regret.

“I guess Duncan has been living it up in one of these fancy houses the whole time?” Kristie asked.

Monica shook her head.

“I offered to have one built for him once I learned what had happened to him,” she explained after swallowing another mouthful. “He turned me down. He said the shoebox he modified with Callie felt like home.”

Monica waited for the coming snide remark to leave Kristie’s lips, even if it was devoid of feeling. It never came, however, as her little guest just stared back at her with wide eyes.

“He said that?” Kristie asked with genuine surprise in her voice.

A quick study of the tiny girl’s face gave Monica no indication of any snarkiness or sarcasm, so Monica answered with a slow nod.

“Good,” Kristie said. “I’m glad he found it.”

Her voice was so soft that Monica barely heard the lone word it spoke. The businesswoman was taken aback by the thoughtful expression Kristie wore as the Asian woman stared straight ahead, right through Monica.

Neither of the two women moved for several minutes. Monica spent most of that time trying to process what was happening. That was the closest Kristie had come to showing real emotion in two weeks, and that emotion wasn’t a negative one.

I don’t believe there will ever be a better time than now, Monica told herself.

“Why haven’t you attempted to escape?” she asked bluntly.

It was a question that had been on Monica’s mind since she returned home after helping with Duncan and Callie’s first date and realized that Kristie could have escaped, as she could have each day during Monica’s long workdays.

Not that Monica intended to keep her prisoner, but after what the executive had done to her, Monica was a little surprised that Kristie hadn’t at least tried to leave.

“You thought I’d leave?” Kristie countered. “Like that little bitch D did to me? Fuck you!”

There’s the Kristie that Monica remembered. That fire was back in her eyes, matching the venom in her voice. Monica wasn’t as annoyed about the return of “Old Kristie” as she thought she would be. In fact, if she didn’t know any better, Monica would think that she was feeling relief to see her act so alive.

But Monica didn’t want to dwell on that. She had a much more pressing matter to discuss with her tiny charge.

“Delightful, as always,” Monica said, keeping her tone professional as she brushed off Kristie’s verbal assault. “Now that we’ve resolved that matter, I was hoping to speak to you about Stuart Astor.”

Just like that, the fire left Kristie, replaced not by the emptiness Monica had become accustomed to seeing but by fear. The little woman was clearly trying to hide the tremble that had overtaken her body, clamping her knees together under the table and hugging her chest.

“You s-said you weren’t going to give me to him,” Kristie said, her words coming out almost too fast for her lips to keep up. “One fuck up and you’re back to that? I always knew underneath all that cutthroat CEO bullshit was an even more heartless cunt.”

Those words stung Monica far more than she would have assumed they would before hearing them come out of Kristie’s mouth.

“You were never going to be ‘given’ to Mr. Astor, nor did I ever imply that you would be,” Monica said flatly. “You’re a person, not a possession. Regardless of my personal feelings toward you, I’d never simply give you away.”

Kristie stopped shaking, shooting Monica a death glare.

“Then why in the cornflower blue fuck would you even bring him up?” Kristie questioned. “What could you possibly say that would make me want to talk about that?”

Monica broke her business demeanor just slightly, giving an anxious sigh before answering.

“I had your … incident with him looked into,” she explained. “I know you accused him of sexual assault while under his parents’ care.”

Kristie’s eyes went wide at first, but it only took a few seconds for her to recover. Her expression dulled as she stared down at her plate, watching as her food got cold.

“I lied,” she said. “Nothing happened.”

Monica gave a soft frown in response, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Kristie.

“I don’t believe you,” Monica said.

Kristie’s head shot up, the anger in her eyes causing Monica to involuntarily lean back to give the tiny girl space.

“Oh, fuck off!” Kristie shouted. “I say he did it, they call me a liar. I say he didn’t, you call me a liar. It can’t be both! Fucking pick one!”

As Kristie’s seething gave way to heavy breaths, Monica bent down, lowering her chin on folded arms and bringing herself closer to the shrunken woman’s level.

“Any doubts I may have had have been dissolved,” she said before hesitating. “Please, I … I would just like to know what happened?”

The intensity in Kristie’s gray irises softened as she considered her humongous hostess’s request.

“Why?” Kristie asked.

Monica opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out at first. She realized that this wasn’t a business negotiation. If she wanted Kristie to be honest, she would have to do the same.

“I don’t know,” Monica replied.

She refused to look away as Kristie held eye contact with her for a while, searching for … something. Monica wasn’t sure whether or not the tiny girl found it when she finally looked away.

Then Kristie broke the silence.

“D was lucky; he never knew his real parents,” she began. “I was eight when mine put me in the system.”

Kristie turned back to look at Monica once again, although her gaze seemed to somehow look past the businesswoman’s expansive yet pretty face.

“Mom and Dad immigrated here from Seoul a couple years before I was born,” Kristie explained. “Dad was a real traditionalist. Bastard only wanted a son to carry on the family legacy, so he played pretend with me. He kept my hair super short, always had me outside doing hard shit like carrying firewood, and hit me if I acted too much like a girl.”

Monica gasped at the revelation that Kristie’s biological father physically abused her, but Kristie only gave a dry chuckle in response.

“Then, when Mom finally got pregnant again and they found out it was a boy, Dad kicked my ass to the curb as soon as he could,” Kristie said. “He didn’t want to raise more than one kid, I guess. Heh, so much for tradition, right?”

Her lips curled into a sad smile.

“You know what the ironic thing is?” Kristie asked. “For the last thirty years or so, Korean families have actually preferred daughters because of some sexist shit about them taking care of their parents better when they get old. Somebody must have forgotten to let my loving father know that they were switching things up.”

The bitterness with which Kristie spoke the words “loving father” resonated deeply with Monica, who couldn’t help but think about the distant and cold nature of her own father.

“After that, I bounced between foster parents for a while, just hoping one of them might think I was worth keeping around,” Kristie continued. “No one ever did. I thought the Astors did for a while, though.”

Kristie shoved her plate away from her and stood up.

“I didn’t think about it at the time, but I’m pretty sure they took me in for some PR shit, to look good in the community or for investors or for whatever the fuck reason rich people like to show off and pretend they aren’t pieces of shit,” she explained. “The signs were all there, but I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was that they treated me nice enough and that, for a little while, their house felt like home. That’s all I ever wanted.”

Much to Monica’s surprise, Kristie started walking toward her at slow pace.

“I was 15 when they took me in. They had a son, Stu,” Kristie said. “He was a year younger than me and just going through puberty at the time. He was awkward sometimes, but we got along pretty well those first couple of weeks.”

Kristie stopped walking halfway between the tiny table and Monica’s face, rubbing the back of her neck with her right hand as she looked down and to her left.

“The first time seemed innocent enough,” Kristie said quietly. “The little shitstain came to my room and asked if he could touch my tits. He said he’d never had a girlfriend and just wanted to know what they felt like. Mine had come in not too long before moving in with the Astors. Lucky me.”

Monica could barely hear Kristie’s mumbled words, so she leaned in, closing the distance between the tiny girl and her head.

“I wanted to say no, but I was afraid the Astors would send me back if I didn’t do what they wanted, and I really didn’t want to go back,” Kristie said. “So I sucked it up and told him it was fine. He just poked them a couple of times through my shirt. I told myself it was no big deal.”

Kristie raised her eyes from the ground, her gaze meeting the bridge of Monica’s nose less than a foot away from her. Monica saw an emptiness in those tiny eyes that she found even more unsettling than those blank expressions the little woman had been wearing for the past few weeks.

“The first time I told him no was when he wanted to kiss me,” Kristie continued. “He had been feeling up my side boob and ass for a little while by that point. I think it was the first time the little shit had been told no, because he didn’t handle it well.”

Kristie sighed and looked away once again, this time to her right.

“He screamed at me, called me a stupid bitch and all that,” she said. “When that didn’t change my mind, he pulled a bag of pot out of his pocket, bragged about being tight with the dealer at his preppy-ass school that I didn’t get to go to. He told me that if I didn’t let him kiss me, he was going to tell his parents that he found it in my room and have me sent back. I wasn’t going back. We ‘made out’ for most of the night.”

Monica finally realized how much she was encroaching on her little guest’s space and returned her chin to the top of her folded forearms. She could still feel Kristie’s shame from there.

“Things only got worse from there,” Kristie explained. “He started full-on groping me whenever it was just us around. Sometimes I’d have to get naked in front of him so he could ‘see what a woman looks like.’ He even made me touch his dick a couple times. I was so disgusted by what I was doing, but I had a home, and I wasn’t about to lose it.”

Monica wanted to say something. She had to say something, right? She had to let Kristie know that she didn’t do anything wrong. But she couldn’t. The words refused to rise to her mouth, weighed down by the guilt of her own abusive act toward the tiny girl standing right in front of her face.

“I told him to fuck right off when he said he wanted to have sex, though,” Kristie said. “He said he wanted someone more experienced to be his first time, give him some pointers and shit. Like me being a foster kid made me some kind of slut or something. He actually called me a liar when I told him I was still a virgin.”

Monica’s heart sank. Surely Kristie didn’t …

“He used the same threat as before, but I wasn’t going to go that far, even if it meant losing my new family,” Kristie continued. “Little bastard tried to force me, grabbed my arms and started shoving me toward my own bed. I headbutted him right in the face, broke his nose.”

A goofy smile crossed Kristie’s face.

“Seeing the blood all over his face made me happy for the first time in years,” she said before that smile vanished. “He told his parents that I attacked him in some kind of drug rage, as stupid as that sounds. They didn’t care if he was lying. They didn’t care when I told them what really happened. All they cared about was making sure this was my fault and that nobody would ever find out what their precious Stuart did.”

The hands at Kristie’s sides balled up into fists, and her voice became unsteady.

“They used their money and made sure my side of the story never made it into the report, and nobody believed me,” Kristie said. “That was the day that I realized no one would ever give a shit about me, that everything I was ever going to do would be wrong, so why even fucking try? So I just started giving everybody the same shit they’re waiting to give me, hurt them first.”

As Kristie finally looked her in the eye once more, Monica could see the minuscule girl’s pain at reliving those memories. The CEO never would have thought that she would feel empathy for someone as nasty as Kristie, but all she wanted to do in that moment was take that suffering away from her little guest.

Without even thinking about it, Monica’s right hand had already found its way to Kristie’s left side. Monica extended her index finger and gently rubbed her fingertip up and down the tiny girl’s body from shoulder to calf. By the finger’s third trip back up Kristie’s side, she leaned into the touch, her eyes closed as she seemed to relish the contact.

It was a different story once those eyes suddenly popped open, however.

“The fuck is this?!” Kristie screamed.

This was a level of anger Monica had never seen in Kristie before. The little woman turned and punched the pad of Monica’s finger with a ferocity that shocked the executive. Even though the attack didn’t hurt, Monica still pulled her hand away as though she had just been stung by a bee.

“What? You think just because I told you my sob story that we’re friends now?” Kristie asked. “I’m supposed to think that you actually care? Fuck you! You think I’m stupid?!”

Kristie walked back to her tiny table, grabbing it on the side closest to Monica and flipping it over in the opposite direction. Her food went flying across a small portion of the table, and her chair flipped as well once as the table crashed into it.

Without looking back, Kristie walked to the ladder Monica had installed for her to reach the table and climbed to the floor. Monica watched in stunned silence as Kristie started the long trek back to her room, unable to make sense of what had just happened.

********

“No way!” Brooklyn said excitedly. “So the new prof went back and curved the first exams? That’s fanfuckingtastic!”

Callie nodded excitedly as she walked beside her brunette friend, mindful of the weight she was putting into each step. The pair had just gotten out of their respective classes, Callie’s being the one taught by the former professor Carlton Stillwell, and were walking down the campus sidewalks as she escorted Brooklyn to her next class.

“Uh huh!” she answered. “She went back and looked at profe … at Stillwell’s assigned coursework ‘til now, and she spent her whole first class goin’ off on how much the way that jerk was teachin’ it didn’t make any sense. Just like Duncan said.”

Callie smiled brightly at the mention of her boyfriend’s name. It also made her more aware of the soft, sensual tingle underneath the toes of her right foot. It took a lot of convincing on Duncan’s part, but she finally caved after he reminded her for the twelfth God damned time that a quick web search had proven him right about the theme to Laverne and Shirley.

Note to self, she mused as she recalled his reaction at the discovery, never be wrong in front of Dunky again.

“Duncan, huh?” Brooklyn asked with a sly smile. “So I finally get a fucking name. That’s the dude, right?”

Callie came to a grinding halt. She felt the ball of each foot press into the small mound of hard rubber she had glued in just the right place on her strappy brown sandals. Her toes settled atop the metal bars covered in a layer of foam painted to match her shoes, that she had attached to the tip of the toe sections of her footwear, lifting her toes just far enough off the sole to slip a hot dog underneath them.

Or a three-inch-tall man lying on his back.

“What dude?” she answered with a question of her own.

Brooklyn stopped walking a few steps ahead of Callie, taking a few steps in reverse to eliminate the distance between them. Callie knew that Brooklyn would be willing to be late to her next class if it meant getting this vital piece of information out of her.

All the while, Duncan’s hands and tongue never stopped working, rubbing and lapping at Callie’s second and third toes. It seemed as though he wasn’t the least bit curious why they had stopped moving. As much as she was enjoying his efforts, she tried as hard as she could to turn her full attention toward her inquisitive friend.

“The dude who was making you feel like shit before,” Brooklyn said, that knowing smirk never leaving her face. “The dude who apparently wised up and finally realized what he was missing. You think I didn’t notice how giddy you’ve been these past couple weeks?”

Callie was struggling to concentrate as she felt her Dunky grip her second toe with both arms, unable to wrap them fully around it, and bury his face in its joint with his tongue going wild against it. Despite it only being a small area, the machinations of Duncan’s tongue made her whole body quiver.

Damn! I’m so glad he got me to do this! she thought.

As the tickling sensation intensified more and more, Callie thought back to her boyfriend’s request to come with her to class earlier in the day. She thought she had ended the discussion when the hot dog she had put between her toes and sandal sole mushed completely with her first step. He had cringed at the sight but remained undeterred.

After more arguing, they spent the rest of the morning rigging up her sandals to create a safe space for him to travel beneath her feet. She was still nervous, and they had tested it without him by walking around the apartment to make sure the alterations would hold up, but by the time they set out for class, she was confident enough that he would be safe, so she let him slip under her toes before heading out.

That was a decision she was currently relishing.

“Um, you okay?” Brooklyn asked. “You kinda spaced and you … shook.”

Callie gave her head a shake to pull her out of her daze, refocusing her attention on the nosy girl in front of her.

“I’m good,” she said. “Just got a lot on my mind. Sorry! What were we talkin’ about?”

Before Brooklyn could answer, Callie made a play to move the topic of discussion away from her tiny boyfriend.

“Oh yeah!” she began. “Weren’t you supposed to hear back about that internship yesterday?”

The two girls resumed walking, with Brooklyn flashing Callie a beaming smile.

“I got it!” Brooklyn answered. “I’ll be spending the summer working at the Baneford Industries.”

Callie was elated, both at her friend’s incredible news and the euphoric warmth emanating from her loin because of Duncan’s efforts. Her toes involuntarily curled around the outer rim of the foam-covered bar at her toes, and for a second she was afraid it wouldn’t be able to hold against the strength of her toes. Thankfully, she was able to control herself and stop before putting that concern to the test.

“That’s so awesome!” she said with perhaps too much enthusiasm. “I don’t care if they’re, like, the biggest company in the world. They’re so lucky to have you!”

By now, Duncan had moved on to Callie’s big toe and had begun to nibble on it. She looked away from Brooklyn and bit her lower lip to keep from screaming.

How the fuck did he even figure out I’m into that shit in the first place?! Callie questioned internally. Like, is there something about me that just screams, “Bite me”?!

“Wait,” she said, stopping again as she looked back at Brooklyn, who stopped with her this time. “That means you’ll have to go to New York for the summer.”

Enough was enough. As amazing as Duncan was feeling down there, Callie had to express her sadness at her friend leaving her for the summer, even if it was for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She wanted her friend to know that she would be missed, and it was getting exceedingly harder to do that while he continued to get her worked up.

She lifted her right foot off the ground and gave it three gentle shakes, keeping a careful eye out in the unlikely event that this was enough to dislodge him from her foot. The feeling of his body bouncing off her toes within the narrow space he was hiding in told her he was fine … and put a guilty smirk on her face.

“Sorry, had a pebble,” Callie said as she set her foot back on the ground with care. “Anyway, I just want you to know I’m rootin’ for ya, even though I’ll miss you so much.”

Brooklyn giggled and shook her head. Callie was confused but mostly grateful that Duncan seemed to have gotten the hint and was now behaving.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Brooklyn lightly chided. “Baneford bought McKlusky Tower downtown, and they kicked out all the businesses already operating out of it, even paid their relocation fees. They’re making it their new corporate headquarters!"

Callie’s jaw nearly dropped to the sidewalk.

“Baneford’s moving here?” she asked.

Brooklyn nodded eagerly as she took Callie by the arm and guided her back into a walk.

“Yup! So no moving for me!” Brooklyn said. “I’m honestly surprised you didn’t know, though. I mean, I know it happened quick, but they announced it a little over a month ago and they already finished the transition just this week. Actually, I’m going to start putting in a few hours over there between and after classes starting next week.”

It made Callie so happy to not only see her friend succeed but keep her close by as well. With that worry put to bed, she looked down at her foot, getting a tad anxious that she hadn’t felt anything out of her Dunky for a couple minutes. Why did she have to shake him up? The fuck was wrong with her?

As though he could feel her concern oozing out of her skin, Duncan gave a comforting pat and rub to the pad of her big toe, letting her know he was just fine. She couldn’t stop herself from letting out a sigh of relief. How did he always know?

“I love what you did with your sandals by the way,” Brooklyn said as she followed Callie’s gaze to the blonde’s feet. “You’ve always been so creative with stuff like that, and now they really show off your pretty little toes.”

Brooklyn was quiet for a moment, letting a grin build on her face.

“I bet Duncan’s into your feet, isn’t he?” she asked.

Callie could feel her face going red.

“M-maybe,” she said.

Brooklyn put her left hand on Callie’s right shoulder as they continued to walk side by side.

“I fucking knew it!” Brooklyn said. “You’re going out with this Duncan guy. So when do I get to meet him? You know how risky it is dating a guy without best friend approval!”

Callie turned away from her well-meaning friend, looking straight ahead as she tried to think of a good excuse to ward off her friend’s curiosity.

“I don’t know, Brook,” she said. “That’s kinda, like, complicated.”

Callie could see from the corner of her eye Brooklyn narrow her eyes just a slight bit.

“Of course it is,” Brooklyn said with a hint of suspicion in her voice. “Fine. It should be a couple more minutes before we get to my class, so at least tell me about him until we get there.”

That seemed more than fair to Callie. Maybe she’d talk to Duncan later and see if he might consider meeting Brooklyn. She didn’t think it was likely, given how hard it was for him to trust, but maybe, just maybe, she could convince him.

In the meantime, Brooklyn would have to settle for hearing Callie talk about him.

“Okay, so obviously he’s hot as fuck,” Callie began. “He is a bit shorter than me …”

********

“You still workin’?” Callie asked.

While Duncan hadn’t heard the apartment door close or even her footsteps as she entered their room after returning home from work, her massive shadow darkening the entirety of his workspace was a dead giveaway of her presence before she spoke. He had told her several times that she didn’t need to be so quiet for his sake, but he appreciated the effort nonetheless.

“Yeah, I’m wrapping up now,” he said as he touched the central screen with his whole right palm, dragging it across the screen as he adjusted the figures of the business graph displayed on it. “Working past regular hours is worth taking a long lunch and heading to class with you.”

Duncan looked over his left shoulder and skyward, seeing his girlfriend’s glorious smile waiting for him. But something was off. Callie’s eyes were missing that vibrant glimmer that he had become so addicted to seeing every day since moving in with her.

Something was weighing on her.

“Hey,” she said softly, “When you’re done, you think we can talk a minute?”

Duncan responded by holding up his left index finger as he hastily finished making the needed adjustments to his work. He then used the programmed voice commands to shut down all three of the screens surrounding him for the day.

“I’m done,” he answered. “What’s up?”

Callie lowered her hand down for Duncan to step into, and the pair soon found themselves on her bed, him standing on one pillow and her laying her head on the other, facing him. He couldn’t help but note that he wasn’t even as tall as the full span of her eyes like this. Eyes that were filled with that same warmth they always seemed to have for him but now also carried a sense of hesitancy as well.

“Am I mean?” she blurted out.

Duncan stared back at her blankly, unsure of where such a random, ridiculous question could have possibly come from.

“No?” he responded. “Why would you think that?”

Callie blinked a few times as she frowned ever so slightly, and Duncan thought he saw her eyes begin to water.

“I-It’s okay,” she said. “You don’t have to act like everything’s fine. I know I … I’ve been pushin’ you around lately, usin’ your size to win fights and even just to, like, have a little fun playin’ with you. Of course you’re pissed at me!”

With a few steps toward Callie, Duncan found himself at the edge of the pillow beneath his feet. He gave her a stern look.

“I want to make something perfectly clear,” he said. “I’ve never lost a fight with you. Undefeated, baby!”

The scowl that made its way across Callie’s face came as little surprise to Duncan.

“I’m serious!” she whined. “I push you over with a finger and hold you down all the time. Yesterday I didn’t even let you out of my sock until you agreed with me about how a fuckin’ song goes. I’m treatin’ you like shit, and you’re gonna pretend like it’s no big deal?!”

Duncan leaped across the small gap between the two pillows, practically forcing Callie to go cross-eyed in order to keep looking at him.

“You’re right,” he said. “This is a big deal, and I have been meaning to say something about it for a while now.”

Duncan reached out with his right hand and set his palm at the bridge of Callie’s nose right between her eyes.

“I’m proud of you,” he said.

Not only could Duncan see the confusion on Callie’s face despite standing so close to it, he could actually feel the skin of her nose crinkle under his hand, almost trapping his fingers within the temporary creases.

“Proud?” she asked.

Withdrawing his hand, Duncan stepped back a bit, mindful of the ledge of the pillow behind him, to let Callie see that he was being sincere.

“Yeah, proud,” he said. “For pretty much the whole time we’ve known each other, you’ve doubted yourself. You never seem to think you’re good enough for anything or anyone, and you blame yourself for every bad thing that happens to you. You have no idea how amazing you are, and it fucking hurts to see you act like you don’t deserve to be happy.”

As a few silent tears leaked from Callie’s eyes, Duncan knew his decision to back away a bit was a good one, as the last thing he wanted was for his clothes to be drenched.

“So seeing you confident and willing to take what you want? That’s a good thing, even if I have to pretend to lose an argument every now and then,” he said, drawing a small chuckle from Callie. “I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you feel like you can let loose like that around me, that you’re comfortable enough around me that I get to see you without all the shit that’s always weighing you down.”

Callie pushed her head off the pillow, causing Duncan to stumble but keep his feet as she propped herself up with her right arm under her.

“So you aren’t pissed at all?” she asked. “Doesn’t it hurt your pride or make you feel small when I mess with you like that?”

Duncan gave an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders.

“Hey, it gets you going, doesn’t it?” he said more than asked, flashing his giant girlfriend a cheeky grin. “Because I remember how most of those fights that you think you won ended …”

Expecting to see the telltale signs of Callie’s embarrassment, Duncan was instead caught off guard by her worried expression.

“Duncan,” she said in a serious tone, “just because I think something is hot doesn’t mean you have to put up with it. Fuck, I feel bad enough bullying you like that. I don’t need you to feel like I expect you to—”

Duncan waved his arms, and Callie, understanding the signal, allowed him to cut her off.

“I’m into it, too,” he said. “I just about lose it every time you hold me down or pick me up without asking or anything else that reminds me that you can do whatever you want with me. It’s all so fucking hot, but I thought that if I said something it might kill the mood for you, so I just let you do your thing on your own.”

As she looked down on him, Duncan could tell by the tension in her shoulders and her pensive face that there was still some anxiety inside Callie.

“But … but what if I take it too far?” she questioned. “What if I start doin’ stuff you really hate, whether you like it or not?”

Duncan knew it would never come to that. Hell, just the fact that they were having a conversation about it, that Callie was so worried about it that she brought it up with him in the first place, was proof enough of that. But he had another, much more basic reason for not worrying about it.

“Eh, I trust you,” he said.

Just like that, all the gloom left Callie’s face, replaced by a giddy smile and a loving gaze focused solely on Duncan.

“What?” he asked, unsure what brought about such a sudden shift in her demeanor.

Never taking her eyes off Duncan, Callie shifted herself off the bed. The resulting quakes sent Duncan tumbling down between the pillows, a short but somewhat embarrassing fall.

“Nothing,” she said coyly.

By the time Duncan had walked out from the gap between the two pillows, Callie had already removed her shirt and shorts, staring down at him from her full height in nothing but her pink lace bra and panties.

“W-What are you doing?” he asked in a daze.

Duncan’s neck was craned all the way back as his eyes took their time trailing upward, eating up every inch of his gigantic girlfriend’s scantily-clad body until they landed on those eyes that never strayed from his tiny form.

“Nothing,” she said again, even more cutely this time.

Without any warning, Callie reached down with her right hand, snatching Duncan up between her fingers. The ride up to her face was fast but smooth, more fun than rough. Once he arrived at her face pinched between her thumb and forefinger, she leaned in just enough to pelt him with several kisses, with each pleasurable assault feeling like memory foam hugging his body.

She plopped onto the bed, rattling him to his core from within her grip, then lifted her incredibly long legs off the floor and onto the bed as well. Laying on her back, she bent her left knee so that it was standing before him like a building, following up by laying her right foot on top of it.

Then Callie started to move Duncan toward her foot.

“Like, aren’t you gonna ask what I’m doin’?” she asked.

Duncan rolled his eyes as Callie slipped his body in between the big and second toes of her right foot.

Nothing,” he said mockingly.

Callie giggled at his answer, moving her foot so that it hung off her knee by her Achilles tendon. She began to sway her foot back and forth with gentle rotations of her ankle. Her hands were behind her head as she lay back on the pillow, a content sigh escaping her lips.

“Apologize,” she said, her eyes still locked in on Duncan.

Despite the snug hold Callie’s toes had on him, he still gripped her toes as best he could with each arm. He knew she would never let him fall, but it never hurt to be too careful.

“For what?” he asked.

From his elevated position, Duncan could easily see all of Callie’s massive face. She was grinning from ear to ear, without a trace of anger in her expression.

“For not tellin’ me that you liked bein’ messed with way sooner,” she replied with a playful pout and a teasing twinkle in her eye. “And for makin’ fun of me just now with that ‘Nothing.’ That was so mean!”

It was clear to Duncan that the last thing Callie wanted was for him to actually apologize.

She wants a fight, he concluded internally. This should be fun!

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” Duncan said with a smirk.

Callie’s grin morphed into a self-satisfied smirk as her ankle stopped swaying. Duncan could tell she wasn’t done, however, so when her foot started lazily bobbing up and down, the constant collision of her heel into her knee shaking him up almost as much as the aimless rhythm of her foot.

“Are you suuuuure?” she asked.

Duncan was thankful to feel the toes surrounding him tighten their grip with the more hostile, but still ultimately harmless movements. He was moving up and down fast enough that Callie’s upper body was only a blur. He was thankful he hadn’t eaten supper yet, as he doubted he would have been able to keep it down on this ride.

Okay then,” she said flatly.

Callie’s foot, and Duncan with it, raised higher and higher into the air as her leg straightened out directly over her body. Looking down reminded him of looking at the ground from the window in Monica’s office, only instead of streets filled with cars and people, the landscape below was a field of rich, lush skin, with rocky muscles just barely poking out at her abdomen and a pair of luscious pink-garbed grain silos standing on her chest.

With a sensual slowness, she let her left foot slide forward as her knee unbent, stretching her leg until it was completely straight and almost jutting over the foot of the bed. That same agonizing patience was on display as she took her time lowering her straightened left leg and its puny passenger down onto the bedspread as well.

As soon as her heel touched down, Callie’s toes loosened their grasp on Duncan’s midsection. He pushed against the top of the two toes, a hand on each knuckle, with everything he had. However, as soon as he started, the toes almost immediately let go entirely, sending him tumbling down the top of her foot, stopping at her ankle.

“I guess I can, like, forgive you or whatever if you make it up here,” she said, trying to sound uncaring but not quite able to hide the excitement lacing her voice.

Duncan didn’t even bother to try hiding his own enthusiasm. Without even responding to Callie, he got back on his feet and started walking along her shin with a big smile on his face. He barely made it past her ankle before the warm, fleshy ground beneath his feet became unsteady, and he fell on his ass.

By the time he had finished sliding back down to her ankle, he realized that he was also moving toward Callie. Her foot was moving toward her, her heel plowing through the plush soft green comforter, pushing the fluff inside the blanket to either side as it pushed its way through without effort.

As Callie’s knee gradually lifted higher and higher, her foot was struggling to keep a slow pace. Clinging to the base of her shin bone as best he could, Duncan felt like he was driving through a school zone, desperately trying to stay under the slower speed limit but constantly having to tap the brake to keep from going the regular limit too soon.

When her foot finally stopped moving, she gave no explanation, with only a giggle echoing throughout the room to indicate that he should resume his journey. Not bothering to stand up, he rolled onto his hands and knees and started the steep ascent up her shin and to her knee.

Thankfully, Callie bent her leg at just the right angle to give Duncan a challenging climb rather than a near vertical one. The skin around her shin was tight but he was able to get enough of a grip on it to keep pulling himself up with each step forward, his feet pushing off against the taut flesh.

By the time he neared her knee, he had worked up quite a sweat thanks to the exertion of the climb. He started to worry about his grip becoming slippery and sliding all the way down her lower leg, only to have to start from the beginning once again. So he was relieved when his left hand touched the top of her kneecap.

Duncan pulled himself up, standing to admire the view from on high. He caught a brightly smiling Callie glancing at him before quickly diverting her eyes to the phone in her right hand, acting as though she never looked his way. His shirt soaked in perspiration, he took it off and threw it over the edge of her knee, watching the now-heavy clothing crash into the bedspread below.

That was a nice little workout, he thought. And now for my reward, a fun slide down that sexy thi—

Duncan’s world was rocked again as he felt himself being lowered. Although the pace of his descent was more measured than when Callie bent her knee, he crouched to help keep his balance anyway. By the time the shaking stopped, her leg was straight again.

“Sliding is cheating,” she said without lifting her eyes off the device in her hand.

Duncan knew that Callie ignoring him as he worked his way up her body was just an act, that she was just as into this as he was. But it was a damn good act, one that drove him wild! Her making this hard for him was making him hard for her, and her pretending to not even care only enhanced that feeling.

He hopped off her knee and began jogging up her thigh, not wanting to keep his girl waiting too long. The more supple skin of her thigh allowed for his feet to sink into it with each stride, which made his effort a little more difficult, like trying to run through a bounce house.

Duncan wouldn’t let that stop him, though. He was more determined than ever to apologize for that thing he didn’t do wrong that he just swore he’d never apologize for.

********

Callie was trying so hard to keep her eyes on her phone.

Playing with Duncan between her toes had been fun, but feeling him crawl up her shin felt simply divine! Every time he gripped her skin, she bit her lip to keep from squealing, and the little pitter patter of his feet as he scampered up her leg tickled in the most delightful way!

Before today, a part of Callie would have felt guilty for making her boyfriend work so hard just to please her. But now that she knew that this kind of thing excited him just as much as it did her? She could simply sit back and feel pampered, enjoying how a simple shift of her body made such a huge impact on how hard things were for him.

Of course, once Duncan reached the top of her knee, Callie figured one quick peek couldn’t hurt.

Unfortunately, that quick peek turned into a stare as she watched him take his shirt off and throw it all the way down to the bed. God, he was shredded! She couldn’t look away, at least not until he caught her staring.

As Callie pulled her eyes off him and buried them back in her phone, she decided to “punish” Duncan for catching her. She was going to let him slide down her thigh, but now he would just have to walk it. It gave her a unique sense of satisfaction as she unbent her knee, a simple action for her but a landscape-changing event for him.

She hadn’t expected him to run up her thigh, but each step felt fantastic against her skin! She gave him another glance over the top of her phone, a wave of affection coming over her as she thought back to his words a little earlier.

Callie hadn’t realized it, but that was one of the few times she had heard someone tell her that they were proud of her, and, if she was being honest with herself, it was the first time she believed somebody when they said it.

She had been so worried that she was letting her secret desires get the best of her, that she was bullying him for her own perverse pleasure, but he felt so privileged just to see that side of her. He wasn’t wrong about him being the only one to see it, either; she would have never been so bold as she had been with Duncan over the past few weeks.

Callie also realized that while she had been terrified that she was taking advantage of Duncan, she was never once worried about him judging her for it. It was almost like she needed to look out for him against herself because she was so sure he would never say anything on his own.

But it was the last three words he had said that really touched her: “I trust you.” Despite the casual way in which he said it, the weight of those words weren’t lost on her. She knew how hard it was for him to trust anyone really and that the things she was doing to him probably should have made him worry at least a little bit, given his history at his current size.

However, Duncan never even questioned it. He trusted Callie completely. It made her feel so special, so lucky, to have somehow earned that from him, even if she felt like she didn’t deserve it. She swore to herself almost as soon as she heard those words that, no matter what happens in the days, weeks, and years ahead, she would never betray that trust.

She was so lost in thought that she nearly missed the feeling of him stepping over her damp panties and onto her tummy. She was so wet that the thought of simply lifting the waistband of her panties and ordering him to go inside briefly crossed her mind.

But Callie wasn’t ready to push this new domme act that far yet. While they had been having sex regularly for weeks, forcing Duncan, even if it was just pretend, was something she wasn’t sure he would be comfortable with, given what happened to him with Kristie. No, there would be time for that later, once she was sure he was truly okay with it.

He didn’t give her much time to think about it anyway. Almost as soon as he stepped over her waistband, he got down on his hands and knees and started kissing her abdomen as he crawled over it, leaving an invisible trail of love and arousal as he made his way closer to her face.

Callie was still holding her phone up to her face, but her gaze wouldn’t leave the tiny man inching his way up her torso with enough affection to make her heart burst. Her original plan once he reached her upper body was to roll onto her side and watch him slip off her body onto the bed, maybe make him climb up and walk along her side instead.

There was no way she was doing any of that now, however.

Duncan’s little lips were spreading goosebumps far beyond the impact of his kisses. Callie was thankful that he was so into showing her his love that he didn’t even notice her watching him as he crawled over her belly button. His show of devotion not only touched her soul, but it also made her even wetter than straight up dominating him.

She lost sight of him well before he actually reached the underside of her bra, her large, perky breasts blocking her view of him shortly after he crossed her belly button. She always knew exactly where he was, though. With her eyes closed, he was the only thing she could feel, and it was turning her on more and more by the second.

Once Duncan arrived at the hilly blockade, Callie couldn’t take it anymore. She sat up abruptly, sending him rolling down muscly abs and into her lap. She reached back and unstrapped her bra, tossing it to the floor with reckless abandon. Then she plucked him from her lap with her right hand and set him down atop her left breast, right next to her nipple.

“Play with it,” she said with yearning in her voice. “Please.”

In her growing lust, Callie couldn’t keep up her act and asked Duncan instead of telling him what to do. It didn’t matter at that point, however; she had already gotten what she wanted out of their game. Now all she wanted was sweet release, and her little boyfriend was going to help her get there.

He didn’t need to be told a second time. Before the word please even left her mouth, his hands were aggressively rubbing their way up and down her nipple, which was about as tall as his knee cap. She could feel his tiny fingers grab handfuls of one of her most sensitive areas. Each movement sent shockwaves through her body, and each squeeze made her moan and squeal.

When Callie couldn’t take anymore, her right hand ferociously dove into her panties, her middle and ring fingers slipping as deeply inside her womanhood as she could shove them. Her left arm snaked around the breast occupying Duncan and her fingers started playing with her free nipple.

In her lusty haze, she was just aware enough to realize that her fingers were being outperformed by the tiny man working so hard to get her off.

Callie watched Duncan as he hugged the nipple with his legs, squeezing it as hard as he could with his thighs. His full-mast dick humped into the nipple as his butt brushed over her areola with each thrust. His hands gave the top of the nipple a deep massage. The sight of his whole body going full bore to tame her teat was enough to push her over the edge.

She couldn’t stop herself from screaming in ecstasy, but she did cover the top of her left boob and her little Dunky with her left hand. That protected him somewhat from the deafening volume of her cry as well as all the violent motions of her body as pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through her, causing her body to twist and stretch in all different directions.

When Callie’s orgasm had finally passed, she lifted the hand covering Duncan. A small splotch of gooey white stuck to her nipple told her that he had just as much fun as she did, as did the goofy smile on his face. He stared at her adoringly as he lay atop her tit, and she couldn’t help but scoop him up with her left hand and bring him to her lips for long, loving kiss.

“Apology accepted,” she said once her lips released him. “Let’s fight again soon.”

********

As the elevator doors opened, Alyssia stepped out onto the 44th floor of the Shale building.

It was the end of the work day for her, but she wanted to check in with Research before heading home for the evening. She had them hard at work looking into any angle they could find regarding Natasha, the girls with the blue streaks, and anything else that might help them figure out what happened to Duncan.

“You always know when to come around,” a gruff voice greeted her as she walked past rows of exposed desks. “It’s not much, but I think we found something.”

Each employee sat at a desk, typing furiously at their keyboard and keeping their eyes glued to their computer monitors, not even acknowledging Alyssia’s presence. She didn’t pay them any attention either, although she probably wouldn’t have been able to make much out if she tried.

“I’m pretty sure we talked about the lighting last time I was down here, Arnold,” she addressed the man who engaged her first. “The time before that, too. Actually, every time. Why do you have to keep shit so dim down here?”

Arnold continued to approach Alyssia until he was only a couple feet in front of her. He was an older man with very short black hair wearing a navy blue three-piece suit that could barely contain his chiseled physique. His steps, like Alyssia’s, were silenced by the dull beige carpet laid all over the room.

“This is what I’m used to,” he told her. “My last job had the whole building lit like this.”

Alyssia shook her head in annoyance.

“If you want to take the pay cut and go back to the NSA, be my fucking guest,” she said. “Now, what did you have to show me?”

Arnold gave Alyssia a nod and motioned for her to follow him. He led her to a larger monitor, about the same size as a 75-inch TV, mounted on the middle of the white wall at the back of the room. It was displaying a still of a house from a camera across the street.

“This is the home of Natasha Chalmers,” he explained. “We installed one of her cameras onto a tree across the street after you gave us her name.”

Alyssia nodded along as Arnold continued.

“It had been pretty quiet at the location for the first few weeks. It looked like the place had been abandoned,” he explained. “But that changed yesterday. Let me show you.”

Arnold hit a button on the touchscreen monitor and the video began playing. For the first few minutes, the only movement on the screen was a man jogging around the block, and Alyssia was starting to get frustrated. Then, a woman walked into the shot from the bottom of the screen. Her hair was blonde, but Alyssia quickly identified the blue streaks mixed in.

“That’s her!” Alyssia said.

Arnold looked at her with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“That it is,” he said.

The two of them watched as she entered the house through the unlocked front door. Arnold fast-forwarded an hour ahead, watching the jogger whiz by the house several times at way too fast a speed. Then the front door opened once more. They got their first good look at the face of the girl with the blue streaks, and it had frustration written all over it. He paused the video.

“Have you ID’ed her yet?” Alyssia asked.

Arnold’s grin evaporated, his expression returning to a natural scowl.

“Not yet, ma’am,” he answered. “We don’t have direct access to a government database, so this shit takes time. Of course, we might be able to speed things along if you’d let me pull the people watching the livefeeds of the outsides of Voss’s apartment and Sanders’s dorm.”

Alyssia shot him a nasty glare.

“No, you’re to keep people watching Callie’s and Ada’s places at all times. Just the outsides, too. Give them their privacy,” she said with authority. “Is that understood?”

Arnold’s shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Understood,” he said. “But maybe if you told me the nature of the threat, we could better—”

Aylssia’s gaze softened a bit as she cut Arnold off.

“I wish I could, Arnie,” she said. “But that information is being kept tight. You just have to trust that I know what I’m doing.”

Arnold smiled and reached down to put his right hand on her right shoulder.

“A hardass like you?” he said in an almost teasing voice. “Yeah, I trust your judgment.”

Alyssia thanked him then turned to walk away. Arnold didn’t let go of his gentle grasp on her shoulder, however.

“There’s something else on the footage you need to see, ma’am,” he said.

Arnold let go of Alyssia and resumed the video, and the woman walked back to the public sidewalk. As soon as she got there, however, the jogger from before stopped and began to chat with her. It was subtle, but Alyssia noticed that something was off about the jogger’s body language.

“They aren’t just talking, are they?” she asked.

Arnold looked at her with a smirk on his face.

“You always were sharp, ma’am,” he said. “That’s a field debriefing if I’ve ever seen one.”

After several minutes, the jogger resumed his run, only he ran back in the direction from which he came. The girl with the blue streaks pulled a phone out of her jeans pocket and lifted it to her ear as stepped off camera.

“So what are you telling me?” Alyssia asked Arnold.

The man gave her a sympathetic frown.

“Whatever you guys are into,” Arnold said, “I’d say you’re dealing with a well-organized group.”