by Tony
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I work for a security firm and we're always running bums and street people
out of the parking lots and off the sidewalks because it not only looks bad
to our visiting customers, but these people smell bad, they don't mind
stealing anything they can get their hands on and most of all, they're an
eyesore and no one wants them around. I know they don't have anywhere else
to go, but I'm simply doing my job when I run these folks off.
Well anyway, one day, I was in the security booth when I noticed a couple of guys
milling around in the parking lot. I told one of the other guards (a cutie named
Tom who had no idea that I was gay and who also happened to be my boss) that
I was going out to run a couple of guys off the lot. I grabbed my
'billyclub' (you never know when these people might turn violent) and left
the relative comfort of the booth. Once I'd reached the parking lot, I saw
both guys standing over by the gated entrance to the parking lot. One was
smoking and the other was looking into the windows of some of our employee's
cars. I knew they were up to no good.
"Hey, you guys are gonna have to move along." I shouted. They looked at me
and sneered a bit, but finally headed off. They appeared to be clean at
least, but their clothes looked tattered and dirty. One of the guys was
about 6' 1" with long raven-black, disheveled hair. The other (who looked
just like him - were they twins?) was a bit taller (maybe 6'4") and had
shorter hair but just as dark as his friends. They passed by me and looked
right at me and said nothing. I thought to myself that if these boys
cleaned themselves up a bit and cut their hair, they'd make nice
"eye-candy". They both had beautiful eyes and finely chiseled features.
Were they European?
I also have a fetish for the male foot and I couldn't help but stare at their
feet as they passed by. The shorter one with longer hair had on black
Wolverine boots (possibly a size 11 or 12) and his taller companion
wore scuffed, black cowboy boots (a size 13 I'd bet). They walked
on down the driveway to our facility and didn't look back.
The next day, I was on the monitors watching the parking lots and Tom had
just come back in from lunch. We switched places and just like clockwork,
he noticed someone on the east side of the building. He pulled the No.6
camera around and I could see it was the taller of the two guys that I'd
chased off yesterday. His friend had just come into view as well, and a
third person (much smaller) was facing the parking lot and I couldn't see
their face.
I grabbed my club again and headed for the parking lot. I
rounded the building and saw the two guys standing there talking and
laughing with each other. The third person I'd seen was either gone, or was
now somewhere else on the grounds. I radioed back to Tom for a location on
the third person and he said he'd not seen him or her slip away, but he'd
radio me when he made eye contact again. I approached the two young men and
told them to move out. They moved away from the wall and rounded the
building. As I turned around the third missing person had mysteriously
appeared right there in front of me. She was an old, ancient lady in worn
clothing and she stared at me with hate in her eyes.
"Why do you always run us off? Why can't you just be nice to us?" she
croaked.
"I'm just doing my job Ma'am. You'll have to move along now." I proceeded
to tell her.
Before I knew what hit me, she held out her hand and blew a bright red
powder into my face and I fell to my knees. I couldn't catch my breath and
I heard Tom on my walkie-talkie yelling and saying he'd be right there. My
eyes clouded and I thought I might die. I fell over onto my back and saw
the old lady bent over, staring into my face.
I noticed the two young men were back and I could see the resemblance now.
Apparently they were all related. Suddenly, I felt pressure on my chest and
thought the powder might be inducing a heart attack, but I quickly realized it
was the shorter of the two young men with his big Wolverine boot resting on my chest.
He had his arms crossed over his leg and was leaning on that leg as his
boot was planted firmly on my chest. He looked down at me with an evil
grin on his face.
I heard Tom yelling so he must have been pretty close. The young man
removed his boot and stood up. The old lady leaned over and said I'd been
cursed. The effects of which would last for a week or so and she would
definitely see me again. I struggled to move, but I could only lay there
paralyzed. The kid that had had his boot resting on my chest shouted down
at me ... "Don't fuck with gypsies pretty boy." With that, he stepped on me as
he left me lying there and ran off with the old woman and the other young
man.
As much pain as I was in, I found it hard to be excited about the
young man stepping on me. Foot fetish or not, I hurt too much at that
moment to be turned on. Tom soon arrived and helped me up. I could not
walk on my own and Tom drove me home. Since he was my boss, he told me to
take as much time as I needed to recoup.
As I sat at home on my couch watching TV, I could feel the strength
returning to me, but I made little or no effort to get up. I was scared and
still sore. What had that old bitch done to me? And what did she mean
"she'd see me again," ? If I never saw her again, it'd be too soon.
I went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. My color had returned and I
decided I'd shower. Something looked strange about my reflection in the
mirror though, but I couldn't place what it might be. I showered and the
hot water felt so incredibly good. I got out of the shower and toweled
myself off. I looked back in the mirror and my reflection still seemed
wrong somehow. What was so different about it? God, why couldn't I see it?
Then it hit me! When I looked in my bathroom mirror, I can usually see down
to my waist. I'm 6' tall and I know where I'm supposed to be in that
mirror. For some reason I could only see to my chest. What the fuck? I
checked more closely and I was absolutely right...I could only see down to my
chest. But that was impossible. I shook my head and flipped off the
bathroom light (thinking to myself that the powder she hit me with must have
taken more out of me than I thought) and I went on to bed.
The next morning when I got up, I felt no different, but something wasn't
right. My clothes felt too big for one thing. I must have slept really
badly?
I went to the bathroom and flipped the light on. I stared in the
mirror and my mouth dropped open. I could barely see my face in the mirror.
No wonder my clothes didn't fit. It looked like I'd shrunk a good foot
and a half since last night. I ran to the bedroom and opened my closet
door. I grabbed the sweater I'd just bought on Friday and tried it on. It
swallowed me whole. "Oh shit!" I said out loud. What the hell had
happened to me?
By 9:30 that night I was only about 3 feet tall. I had never been more
frightened in my life. Would it stop? Would it last only a week or so like
the old gypsy woman had said? Who knew? I called Tom and told him I'd like
to take the remainder of the week off and he said that was fine.
By noon the next day, I was only about a foot high. I couldn't even reach
the mail slot on my front door. "When would all this stop?" I asked
myself. I had completely shrank out of my clothes and I wrapped an old rag
around me and pinned it in different places to keep it on me so I'd have
something to cover me.
There was a knock at my door and I just about jumped out of my skin. I
couldn't answer the door even if I wanted to. Hell, I couldn't reach the
damn doorknob. I climbed onto the couch and pulled back the blinds. I saw
no one outside. I went into the dining room and pulled the blinds back
there...again no one. The knock came again. I rushed back to the couch and
peeled the blinds back. The face in the window shocked me. Standing there
grinning in at me was the tall short-haired gypsy boy.
His brother looked over his shoulder through the window in at me and laughed.
"Hey buddy. Remember us?" the taller one, said.
I saw the old lady on the porch. She smiled at me and laughed. "You will
now know suffering and humiliation like we have known it." She screamed.
"My grandsons will be joining you this evening. NOW YOU'LL KNOW WHAT
IT'S LIKE...." She yelled.
She turned and walked away. I heard the doorknob click and looked over to see
the two young men coming in. I jumped off of the couch and ran for the
basement. Before I'd gotten 4 or 5 feet, I tripped over a cowboy boot that had
been thrust in front of me.
I looked up and saw the two boys towering over me. The part of me that
loved the thought of being walked on and trampled by men gave way to the
thought that at this size, I'd probably be killed.
"Hey there little buddy. Not so big and bad now are you? You don't seem
so damn threatening now do you? I'm Morris, by the way. This here is my
little brother Andre." Said the longer haired of the two boys.
"We're going to show you what it's like to be humiliated and be laughed at.
You think it's fun to throw us off your lots? You think we don't have
feelings? Just cause we're not rich don't mean we ain't people. Well, now
you'll see won't you? Now you're gonna find out what it's like to be
stepped on all your life by people like you."
He reached down and picked me up and carried me out my front door. Andre
pulled the door closed behind him and followed Morris down the steps that
lead from my house. We got into and old truck and they drove away. Andre
drove and Morris held me in his hands. I tried pleading with them to let me
go, and they wanted no part of it. Morris put my body under his arm and my
head rested in the pit of his arm. He was wearing a white muscle tee shirt
and his pit was exposed. The smell was overpowering and he clamped my head
down so that I was locked into place in his armpit.
"Smell that awhile...that'll shut you up." He snickered. He left me pinned
there for a good minute or more and then pulled me away.
"Now shut up." He said. "If it were up to me and Andre, we'd kill you're
sorry ass, but mama says the curse will come back on us if you die. So we
gotta be careful. But I swear, you keep whining and I'll make you sorry,
you here?"
We rode in silence for a good ten to twenty minutes. Morris eventually got
tired of holding me and he soon set me in the floorboard of the truck and
covered me with his big Wolverine work boot. The boot was as big as I was.
I couldn't believe I had a hard-on, now of all times, but I couldn't help
myself. The thought of being under this big brutes' boot made me tremble.
The truck stopped suddenly and Morris reached down to get me. He placed me
back under his armpit and I couldn't see where we were heading. I heard his
boots on a wooden porch or something close to it and then a door opened and
we were inside a house or something. He pulled me from his armpit and sat
me on a table. It was a good couple of feet off the floor, but a jump that
far for someone my height was deadly.
"Now, this is the deal." Morris said. "We're going to rough you up a
little, humiliate you a lot, and then we're going to give you this..." he
pulled a small flask from his pocket. It had a thick gray soupish-looking
liquid in it. "Maybe this will teach you to show us a little more respect
from now on."
Andre had sat down on the couch and taken off his cowboy boots. He wore
gray sweat socks underneath. He removed his shirt and I couldn't believe
what a nice chest he had. (Of course, a part of me thought if I ever made
it out of this alive, I'd be surprised ...). Andre got up and grabbed me
roughly from the table. He put me on the floor at his feet and brought both
feet over me and planted them on top of me. He didn't press down for fear
of squashing me I guess, but the smell was intense.
Under other circumstances, I would have shot my load immediately, but I was
scared he'd forget how small I was and end up stepping on me and leaving nothing
but a broken, bloodied body on the dirty floor. Morris had moved to the chair in
front of the couch and was removing his boots as well. Andre rubbed his big
toe around over my face (which was almost the same size, now that I think
about it) and made me pull his sock off. Once his bare feet were uncovered,
he made me lick them. Especially in between the toes. Morris grabbed my
leg and pulled me over to the front of the chair.
"Smell these little man." He said as he shoved his sweaty stinking socks
onto my body. He rubbed them all over me and forced me to smell the toes
and heels of both socks. He too, made me lick his bare feet once he'd
pulled his socks off. He even made me pull the sock on over my body as far
as it would go before finally leaving me alone. Morris stood up and looked
down at me.
Andre had gotten up to go to the bathroom but Morris stoppedhim. "Why
are you going to the bathroom to piss, bro? Just piss on our little friend here.
What's he gonna do about it?"
Andre laughed but went on to the bathroom, much to my delight. When he came
back though he still had his huge cock out.
"I didn't piss on you." He said, "but that don't mean my dick don't need
some attention." He put me back on the table and shoved his gigantic cock
up to me. "Lick that cock, little man." He demanded.
I did as I was told and he and Morris got quite the laugh out of it. Morris
had me service him in the same manner and then I was removed once more from
the table. Morris placed me on the floor and held me under his left foot
while he pulled on his sock and other boot. He then held me under his right boot
while he placed his other sock and boot on. Andre had already put his cowboy
boots back on and had moved to the door. I was sore and my whole body ached,
but I had managed to shoot my load while trapped under Morris' boot. As small
as I was, neither one of them even noticed....
"That's it little man." Morris said. He forced me to drink the liquid from
the small flask he shown me earlier and then he forced me down into an old
tube sock. He carried me out in the sock and we rode back to my house.
Once there, Morris took me to the front step and left me there. "See ya you
little shit." He barked. "Don't make us ever have to come back here, you
here?"
They drove off and I struggled to get out of the sock. Once I was out, my
whole body felt like it was on fire. I could feel myself growing and I
crawled over to the hedge that covered the front of my house. Within 10 to
12 minutes, I was back to what felt like full size.
I entered the house and immediately went to the mirror in the bathroom. I was
back to normal. I sat down on my bathroom floor and was literally in tears,
I was so happy--not only to be alive, but to be back to normal too! Needless
to say, I moved immediately. And even though the experience was truly a traumatic
one for me, I still wonder sometimes where those gypsy boys are now?
