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The Best Vacation Ever part I

by willie

It was Saturday morning, almost noon. I was still tired, sleeping in until

almost eleven. I had staid up very late the previous night partying alone and I

took the opportunity to sleep in. I made myself an egg and toast and left the

pan in the sink for my lovely but equally bitchy wife Donna to deal with. "Oh,

I'll get that," Donna said sarcastically as she entered the kitchen. "I'm on

vacation," I answered defensively; and I was. Saturday was the first day of my

two weeks off, and I figured I deserved it. I planned on doing absolutely

nothing but lie around and drink beer. This was going to be the best vacation

ever. I cashed my vacation time in for money the first six years of my job as a

computer programmer. Donna and I had just bought a house and we really needed

the money. Besides, I was right out of college then with my masters degree in

hand. I didn't need time off. I was younger and full of enthusiasm. Last month I

turned thirty and yes this vacation I truly deserved, whether Donna agreed or

not. "So you really won't go shopping with me today?" Donna pleaded with her

large but soft brown eyes. She already knew the answer, but I offered her one

anyway.

"No way," I whined. "I'm on ..."

"Vacation," Donna interrupted. "I know. I heard you the first fourteen times."

I knew Donna was disappointed in me, but I didn't care. She had offered to take

a week off herself so we could "be together." My response was that if she didn't

want to be with me under normal conditions, she certainly didn't need to be with

me during MY VACATION. She was mad as hell for a while, but I think she

eventually saw my point and got over it. It's not like we were setting fire to

our queen sized mattress. We were going on seven years of marriage and the

passion was waning. I knew she was somewhere on the other side of the bed every

night but I didn't care enough to roll over and find her. Between my computer

career and the law firm she worked, or I should say lived for, we were moving

steadily apart.

"Did you at least finish the shoes you were fixing for me?" Donna asked. "You

promised you'd have them ready yesterday. I need them Monday."

"Relax," I answered, stopping Donna before she went into a tirade. "I finished

them last night."

"While you were drinking? Oh great. How do I know you didn't mess them up?"

"Don't worry," I said reassuringly. "They are true works of art. The criminals

that are assigned to you will fit quite nicely."

"They're not criminals," Donna protested. "They are misguided souls we are

giving help to before they become criminals."

"Whatever," I answered. "Would you like to see the final product?"

"Hurry up and get them. I'm meeting Sandy at one."

I went down to the basement to fetch the shoes I made. I hadn't actually made

them. What I did was modify an existing pair. I'll get into that later. My

attention moved from my two masterpieces to the sound of dishes and pans

clanging in the kitchen. All of a sudden Donna didn't seem to mind cleaning up

after me.

"Fickle women," I said out loud. As I looked at my creations and made sure all

the glue had dried, I heard Donna's voice. She was rambling away on the

telephone. Although I really didn't care, it sounded like she was in a better

humor.

"Soon I'll feel like a new woman," I heard her say. I knew, or thought I did,

why she'd soon feel like a knew woman. I felt an urge of anger. How could she

take pleasure from another's suffering? For a split second I did care about her

sudden change of spirit, but I quickly pushed the feeling aside. It was my

vacation and "DAMN IT" no broad, not even one I was married to, was going to

ruin it for me. By the time I had reached the top of the cellar steps, Donna was

off the phone. It seemed to me that she hung it up just a little too quickly

when I popped through the door.

"Here you go," I said as I dropped the shoes on the kitchen table.

"They don't look much different," Donna said bluntly. "What exactly did you do?"

"I did exactly what you wanted me to do," I answered defensively. "Stop

attacking me and look inside."

Donna then spent the next several minutes examining the shoes. "I don't know,"

she said. "How do I know they'll work."

"I guess you'll just have to trust me," I answered arrogantly.

"How about we try them out on you," Donna asked innocently enough. "Give me five

minutes of your time and I'll let you have your peaceful vacation alone. I won't

even say your name."

"Yeah right," I said mockingly. Ninety percent of me wasn't worried, but the

other ten percent was concerned. I still didn't really believe any of it.

"You still don't believe me, do you?" Donna asked shaking her head. "It's true.

It's all true. They just gave me the power yesterday. Wanna see?"

"No way," I answered too quickly. The look in Donna's eyes had the level of

concern in me at fifty percent and rising rapidly. "Go shopping," I said

desperately as I backed myself into a corner. I tried to sound cool and composed

but I think my voice was giving me away.

"Relax," Donna said softly. "It's just me. I won't hurt you."

"But it's my vacation," I pleaded. I didn't know what else to say. "Please just

leave me alone."

Donna took two steps forward. Her eyes narrowed. They weren't the full bright

shiny orbs I had years ago learned to love. They had transformed before me to

globes of power and destruction. I found myself sitting on the floor in the

corner hugging my knees; my tired eyes locked with Donna's overwhelming stare. I

felt my will giving in to the power that was overtaking me. Donna stood over me;

her five foot six form seemed to tower over my once six foot frame as if my size

was diminishing drastically. I grew light headed. I felt as though my

consciousness was alluding me. Despite the desire for rest, I knew I wanted to

survive. I had to somehow stay awake to see what this vixen I had called my wife

for years was doing to me. I knew I was losing the battle. I made one last

attempt to fight off the hot brown suns sucking the life out of me, but I didn't

stand a chance. Despite my efforts, I gave into her increasingly omniscient

glare and fell into a deep and timeless sleep.

Minutes, that felt like hours later I awoke. I immediately knew where I was.

Terror bit into me and took control of my emotions like the jaws of a mad

pitbull. I reacted violently, throwing my arms and kicking my legs. I twisted

from side to side, but the two straps binding me didn't budge. I felt as though

I was overloading with adrenaline when I heard a deep but soft female voice that

I knew belonged to my wife.

"Calm down," she whispered so not to frighten me further. "You'll hurt

yourself."

It took some effort, but I was able to still my supercharged body. I looked out

the heart shaped whole before me and saw the same giant brown eyes I had seen

before I fell asleep. Two weeks earlier, Donna had asked me if I could take one

of her shoes and modify it to allow a living five inch tall person to fit inside

it.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "A five inch tall person, if one existed,

could easily fit inside any of your shoes."

"Not if I was wearing it," Donna countered. I was befuddled.

"What are you talking about?" I asked again. I was loosing my patience. Donna

then went on to explain how her firm was working with the state to test a new

and more drastic method of punishment. It was proposed, by a leading

psychologist, that if a first time offender was shrunken and worn inside the

shoe a another person, the first time offender would be cured. The state agreed

with the findings and chose Donna's law firm to implement the trial period of

the program. Of course I thought it was all a pile of nonsense. Donna assured me

it was all true. What she told me next would have floored me; that is if I

believed one word of it. Donna went on to say that she and two other young

lawyers were chosen to inflict the punishment. She said she would only punish

women. The eminent psychologist also stated that putting certain men under a

woman's foot could be enjoyable for the man, so rather than open another can of

worms, only women would be given to women. Now I really didn't believe a word of

it. Still Donna went on.

"I really need you to take me seriously," Donna demanded. "This is really

important to my career."

"All right already," I said cutting her off. Donna could really go off verbally

if one let her. "What exactly do want in this shoe?"

"I want you to make a shoe I can put a five inch tall person into, then wear the

shoe without killing her."

"Whatever you want," I said. I was having a hard time believing the entire

conversation was actually happening. I wanted it to end. "I'll get right on it."

A week later, I hadn't even looked at her shoe collection. She had asked me

daily how it was coming, and I answered "I'm working on it" each time she asked.

I thought she was loosing her marbles, believing all this nonsense, until one of

the partners of her firm called me personally. Mr. Peters assured me that what

my wife told me was the truth and he was counting on me to make the modification

to not one, but both shoes in a pair. I still thought my leg was being pulled,

but I went to work immediately. Searching through my wife's shoes for the

perfect pair left me feeling like an idiot, but I quickly settled on a pair of

thick rubber soled open toed shoes that looked like clogs, but weren't open at

the heel like clogs. The pair was actually one of my favorites. Donna's long

painted toes looked kinda cute wiggling out the end of the leather shoes. The

first thing I did was draw an outline of a body on the soles of the both shoes.

I drew the head where the base of Donna's first two toes would be just like she

specified. I then draw the rest of the body. I marked the beginning and end of

where the crushing balls of Donna's feet would be. The drawing's chest fell in

between these two marks, so I carved a cavity that the person's chest could fit

into. The rest of the drawing would be under Donna's soft arched sole, so no

other carving was needed. Donna had said that she wanted to be able to see the

person's face in the shoe. When I looked down upon the clogs, I only saw the

very top of the drawing's head. That wasn't enough, so I cut a heart shape into

the top of the shoe over the figure's face. The heart, which looked like an

extension of the open toe area, worked extremely well with the overall look of

the shoe. The next thing I did was find a piece of soft beige colored velvet. I

cut the velvet to cover the entire rubber sole of each shoe and glued it in. At

least the person under my wife's feet would be lying on something soft. I added

an additional strip of the velvet under where the inhabitant's head would be for

a little additional padding. I had only one more thing to add to the clogs. They

needed straps to hold the criminals down. Velcro was the answer for the straps.

I found some very thin, very soft Velcro straps and glued them into the shoes. I

could still make out the chalk figure under the velvet, and I glued one strip

over the chalk figure's neck. The other held down it's two dimensional waste. I

had to hold back a chuckle thinking if the woman under my wife's foot would

become two dimensional like my chalk drawing. When I was finished, the night

before I showed them to Donna, I looked with pride at my completed project. Sure

I was drunk and everything looks good when you're drunk, but Donna's refurbished

clogs really looked good. As I sat at my work bench in my basement admiring my

handiwork, I never imagined I'd be the guinea pig when it came time to try them

out. "What are you doing to me?" my voice squeaked. I could barely hear myself.

I knew there was no way Donna could hear me. "Just relax and try to enjoy

yourself," Donna's deep dark and sexy voice whispered. "This should only take a

minute or so. Then I'll make you big again." I wasn't feeling any better. I was

staring like a deer in headlights about to get sent to animal heaven at the

glowing brown eyes burning down on me through the heart shaped opening I myself

had hand crafted. Then the eyes weren't in the opening any more. I readjusted on

a nose. Donna's cute little nose wasn't a cute little nose anymore. It was a

living furnace that my whole head and probably half my body could easily be

snorted into. I watched the nose, imagining my legs dangling from one of its

nostrils, until it moved out of site. What my eyes focused on next made my

testicles want to climb back into my abdominal cavity. I saw Donna's lips from a

new perspective and I instantly realized I'd been taking them for granted for

years. They were the size of a building and were magnificent; thick full and

calling my life force to be between them. I had to have them. My arms extended

outward toward them, but my longing fingers weren't even close. They didn't even

reach the heart shaped opening at the top of the shoe. The lips I wanted so

desperately were a universe away. My arms were still extended when the downward

motion began. The lips became lips and a nose, then lips and a whole face. Then

I saw nothing but white. I felt like I was in an elevator free-falling from the

98th floor. I knew I'd hit bottom soon. I closed my eyes and waited for the

impact that might put me out of my misery, if indeed I was experiencing misery.

At that moment in time I didn't know what I was experiencing. The impact of the

shoe hitting the floor wasn't as bad as I would have guessed, had I enough time

to put any thought into the matter. As the shoe fell, it rolled so the top of

the shoe hit first. The Velcro straps held firm or I would have been plastered

to the top inside of Donna's shoe. The shoe took one forward bounce and came to

rest on its side where it remained for only about two seconds. My dungeon was

rolled back upright by what I assumed was Donna's foot. "Sorry about that dear,"

came Donna's deep voice from up above. I looked way up through my heart shaped

hole and saw Donna's face looming down on me. That's when the truth of my

current situation really hit home. It was then that I was sure I wasn't dreaming

and what Donna was planning to do to her criminals, and to me very briefly, was

actually going to happen. But did she have to drop the shoe with me in it from

so high? It was a mean thing to do and it had me very concerned. "I just had to

make sure the Velcro held," Donna continued. "We wouldn't want you to move out

of position and become a stain in my shoe now would we?" Donna smiled a smile I

didn't care for and said one more thing. "Try to relax and enjoy yourself. This

will only take a few seconds." Then I felt the clog I was in begin to move. I

ripped my eyes from the face of my towering wife and looked past my cold and

naked body. What I saw made me scream. Donna's foot, led by her huge big toe,

was entering the shoe. I thought I knew what real fear was. I was wrong. Being

afraid of the monster in the closet, or the hairy spider crawling up your arm,

or the sickness in your stomach before your first job interview were all nothing

compared to the feeling of being overtaken by a foot twice your length and four

times your width while you lie helpless on your back. Donna's foot descended

upon me like a black cloud of death - my death. I watched the big toe, twice the

size of my head, pass over my feet then my knees then my waist. The other

smaller toes wiggled ever so slightly to my right. My heart raced, but I was

unable to move or even breathe as I followed Donna's big toe across my chest. I

saw the edge of her toenail peering down over the tip of her plump big toe. Then

the toe nail was out of sight as the giant big toe moved directly over top of my

head all the while dropping closer and closer to my face. I remembered a dream I

had as a child; a dream that came to me whenever I was sick and feverish. In it,

a giant ball of rock, bigger than a city was falling on the Earth. All I could

do was wait for the inevitable. In my dream, the boulder would block out the sun

as it fell, growing larger and larger as it reached the ground. Before it hit,

total blackness took its ugly hold of the land. Then each time I had the dream

I'd wake, screaming for my mother. As Donna's foot overtook me, I tried to wake

from the dream but I couldn't. I was already awake and the dream was reality. My

neck bent backwards as I watched the meat of Donna's big toe cover up the heart

shaped opening I had innocently cut into the top of Donna's shoe. My eyes then

landed on the soft fold at the base of my wife's big toe as it settled upon my

face. The ball of Donna's foot simultaneously landed on my chest as did Donna's

sole on the rest of my body. The first thing I noticed when Donna's foot landed

on me was how soft the bottom of her foot was. The smooth skin actually felt

nice against my naked body. I felt the fear in me begin to dissolve, absorbed by

the warm feeling flowing out from my wife's sole. Donna's foot rested on me

gently for a couple of seconds giving me a false sense of security. My fears had

dissipated. I even felt foolish. I decided I'd be an idiot if I didn't at least

try to enjoy the few seconds of pleasure I was being given under my wife's giant

foot. How many men could say the same? Even if it turned out to be less

pleasurable, although at the time it didn't seem possible, it would only last a

few seconds. Donna had said so herself. As I lied motionless under Donna's foot,

I realized I hadn't taken a breath since Donna's awesome ped entered the shoe. I

decided it was time. Keeping my mouth closed, I inhaled through my nose. My face

was pressed fairly tightly against the underside of Donna's toe, but I was able

to breathe in a chest full. The smell of Donna's foot sent me reeling. That

first whiff was heaven. I had smelled Donna's feet in the past, but not this

close and personal. The aroma was breathtaking. I exhaled and quickly inhaled

again. I didn't wanted to hyperventilate, but I did want to get enough of the

smell in me to last a few days. Again I exhaled. Again I inhaled, this time

slowly. I felt a hard-on come to life against Donna's warm sole. For the first

time in my life I was experiencing total bliss. Then Donna began to step down

and apply some weight I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't immediately

realize the pressure on my body was increasing. When I did realize, the feeling

of euphoria left me instantly and was replaced by uncertainty. I wasn't exactly

sure what was happening until I fully regained my senses. As the weight on me

increased, the reality of my situation came down on me like the wrecking ball of

my childhood nightmares. My chest was forced by the ball of Donna's foot into

the cavity I had carved. My torso, along with the velvet material I had glued

inside the shoe, was pushed into the rubber. My face was planted in the base of

Donna's big toe so my head remained in place. This caused my neck to be bent

painfully backwards. The further my back sank into the crevice in the shoe, the

more unnaturally my neck was bent. And the further my chest was pressed into the

shoe, the more my face was left exposed like a lame sitting duck to the

underside of Donna's big toe. Long before the full extent of Donna's weight was

on me did my back bottom out in the cavity I had carved. It didn't take long for

me to realize I was in trouble. I hadn't carved the cavity deep enough. My chest

had nowhere else to go and the weight from Donna's foot was increasing. I needed

to fix the shoes, but I really didn't think I'd get the chance. I was seriously

worried that the breath being forced from my chest had been the last one I'd

ever take. Although my ribs felt like they were crumbling, the pain wasn't

overwhelming. It was like my chest was already numb, like I was three quarters

dead already. I waited for the end to come, the time to meet my maker, but it

didn't happen. Instead, the level of force applied to my body leveled off. I

realized Donna was standing with all her weight on me and I was still alive. My

chest hurt and my lungs burned, but I was still alive. After a couple of long

seconds, I felt the weight on me roll from my chest to my face. Donna was taking

a step. Now it was my face's turn to be crushed. My nose felt like it was

obliterated and my cheekbones felt like they were pulverized, but I survived

Donna's first step. Soon all the weight on me was gone and I felt motion. I knew

I didn't have a whole lot of time to refill my burning lungs with air before

Donna's foot hit the ground again, so I tried to inhale deeply. When I did, the

pain receptors in my lungs came back to life and I began wheezing and coughing

badly. I tried to calm my spasming diaphragm quickly but it was no use. I felt

the floor hitting the bottom of Donna's shoe before I was able to get one

mouthful of oxygen into my blood stream. I survived the next few seconds the

same way I survived Donna's first step, barely. The pressure on my chest, then

my face was equally as destructive, but afterward as I was hurled forward toward

yet another grueling pounding, I realized I'd somehow survived a second step.

Although I didn't come close to satisfying my desire for air, the second attempt

wasn't as bad as the first. I was at least able to inhale a little between gags.

Three steps later I was on the verge of passing out. I figured my blood had to

be blue from lack of oxygen. I just wasn't able to breathe calmly in the time

period it took Donna's foot to move forward. Fortunately, Donna stopped walking.

After five quick steps, Donna stood full weight on me for a couple seconds, then

she removed her foot from the shoe just like she said she'd do. Finally I was

able to breathe. My taxed lungs were pumping a little closer to normal but I was

still having trouble catching my breath. My lungs just wouldn't let themselves

fill up. I was concentrating so much on my breathing I hardly felt Donna's big

toe rub the length of my body as it left the shoe. I barely felt Donna's

fingernails grasp the Velcro straps and pull them loose. I was just beginning to

join reality as Donna's fingers grabbed my ankles and pulled me out of the shoe.

Donna then lifted me up even with her face. She held me dangling up-side-down by

my feet while she looked at me. My eyes were even with her magnificent lips and

I watched them move as she spoke. "You don't look too bad dear," she whispered

in her deep voice. "Besides being out of breath, you look just fine. You need to

learn to breathe while we try the other shoe." That reminded me. I pulled my

attention away from the magnificent moving works of humanity before me and tried

to muster up a sentence. I had to tell Donna the cavities in the shoes weren't

deep enough. She needed to know I wouldn't survive another round, but when I

tried to talk, only coughing came out. "If only you knew how good you felt

inside my shoe," Donna continued with her large smiling lips. She then gently

placed me inside her other shoe. I began to struggle again, but Donna ignored my

fit and held me down with her forefinger. That's when I realized her fingernail

polish matched her toenail polish. The forefinger of Donna's other hand entered

the shoe from the toe opening and secured my neck. The other forefinger, the one

that had me pinned, took care of the waist strap. I looked through the heart

shaped opening and saw Donna's soft brown eyes looking back. I tried to

communicate my distress to them, but the connection failed. My second shoe

prison turned and I was on my way back down. Again the shoe hit the floor and I

felt my restraints hold tightly. Again the shoe was uprighted and a giant bare

foot entered the shoe. This foot landed on me just like the other one had. And

like before, my chest was crushed, the air was pumped out of my lungs, my head

was bent backward and my face was plastered into the flesh at the base of

Donna's big toe. I prepared myself for round two, this time at the mercy of

Donna's left foot. Donna took her first step and I realized this shoe was no

better than the first. She took her second step and I still hadn't refilled my

lungs. Four more torturous steps later I still hadn't learned the knack of

breathing. I was on the verge of passing out again, but I knew the test of this

shoe would be over momentarily. Any second Donna's foot would lift off me and my

stay under her feet would be over. That's not what happened. After about eight

steps, I think, Donna sat down and lifted the foot I was under off the floor.

She had it in the air long enough for me to catch my breath. It was then that I

realized her foot odor was starting to get to me. The aroma that minutes ago was

sending me to the edge of euphoria was now making me nauseous. It didn't matter.

It would soon be over. I waited patently for Donna to remove her foot, but she

didn't. Instead she stood back up and the air that had my lungs feeling better

was once again gone. Donna took one step but didn't put the foot I was under

back down until I had inhaled. She then took a second step and once again

hesitated until I breathed. She took a dozen more steps, each time waiting for

me to breathe before crushing the air back out of me. After a few minutes, Donna

had taught me how to breathe while she walked. She also taught me that she had

no intention of letting me out right away. It seemed I was unwillingly going

shopping with her after all. It was when I felt the hum of the car motor

vibrating me and my new home that I knew for sure Donna was not letting me go. I

didn't know how long I was inside Donna's shoe. I do know I was awake and

conscious the entire time. I had to be. Breathing wasn't easy. With each step

Donna took, I was winded. I had to force my lungs to open each time the pressure

of Donna's foot lifted off of me. Breathing was no longer an autonomic response.

I knew when Donna wasn't walking. Each time she sat down or lifted her foot for

any amount of time, I felt a glimmer of hope. I prayed she'd remove her foot

from her shoe and free me from my prison. Each time she stood back up or began

walking again, I cried. It wasn't long before I knew the new punishment her firm

was trying out would work. It was working on me. I saw the error in my

neglectful ways and I was ready to change. Donna had made her point. What she

needed to do now was let me go; but she didn't. At one point in the afternoon

Donna did remove her foot. At first I felt renewed hope, but when I saw her

giant face looming down at me through that dastardly heart shaped hole I had so

stupidly carved, I realized it was only to check on me and gloat. She saw my

pained eyes looking back at her and quickly reinserted her foot. Again, I cried.

I knew I still had a ways to go. I remember thinking the punishment I was

getting was way too extreme. Never had I hurt Donna physically. Sure I neglected

her, but she was the one that was cold in bed. I did not deserve what Donna was

doing to me. I just wanted her to realize enough was enough. The problem was

that she didn't know I hadn't carved the chest cavity deep enough. Donna didn't

know the extent of my suffering. Finally Donna's foot did leave the shoe. I'm

sure it was many hours after I entered it. I had gotten quite good at breathing

between chest crushing steps. In fact, I was so good at it I actually fell

asleep. I didn't fall asleep while Donna was walking around the mall. Not even

Rip Van Winkle would have gotten any shut-eye through that. I fell asleep during

the drive home. The gentle hum of the engine along with the soft pressure of

Donna's foot on the accelerator was more than I could muster, especially after

the day I had been through. I fell asleep. I even think I was on the verge of a

wet dream. Donna's soft arch manipulating my male organ as it moved from the gas

to the brake and back was stimulating my unconscious mind. I would have creamed

the underside of Donna's foot had we not arrived home when we did. The walk from

the car to the house, not only woke me from my orgasmic dream, it re-taught me

how to breathe. I found myself in culture shot trying to rethink my predicament.

It didn't take me long to remember where I was. It also didn't take me long to

turn the tears back on. I didn't cry long. I hadn't had anything to drink but

toe sweat for hours, so I was borderline dehydrated. My throat was dry and I

wanted to die, at the mercy of my wife. I think the only thing that kept me

trying to stay alive was the remembrance of Donna's gargantuan lips and the

possibility of meeting them up close before I was returned to normal size.

Finally Donna removed her foot from the shoe and freed me from the Velcro with

her slender fingers. Again she lifted me upside down to her face where I was

given another panoramic view of her lips. "I'm sorry," she offered. "I didn't

mean to keep you in my shoe all day. It's just that you felt so good in there I

couldn't bring myself to letting you out." She giggled. "You look thirsty." I

was thirsty. I nodded vehemently and Donna lowered me to the bathroom sink. She

placed me gently in the bowl and turned on the water. "Do your business and get

yourself a drink," she said. "I'll be right back." I didn't remember our tap

water ever tasting so good. I had my fill and wanted to shower the smell of

Donna's foot off me but the water was too cold. I stood away from the stream,

getting colder and colder until Donna came back into the bathroom and saw me

shivering. "Oh I'm sorry dear," she said as she turned the hot water knob. I

then watched her hands enter the stream. Once her hands were wet, Donna grabbed

the bar of soap and lathered her hands. I imagined I was the bar of soap

spinning and rolling in her soft hands. I wasn't imagining lone before Donna

grabbed me and I became the bar of soap. Donna's warm wet soapy hands rubbed up

and down my body. Her fingers cleaned under my armpits. Her fingernails rubbed

up and down the insides of my legs. She even took care of the underside of my

balls nearly bringing me to the point of no return. When I was thoroughly clean,

Donna rinsed me off and dried me in a wash cloth. She then wrapped me in a

tissue and carried me into the kitchen where she placed me on the kitchen table.

By the time Donna was finished with me, I was madly in love with her hands, but

I still hadn't forgotten about her lips. From the microwave oven, Donna pulled

out a steaming dish. She carried it over to the table and put it in front of her

chair. She grabbed her fork that was longer than I was and began to eat. "Dig

in," she told me. The smell of heated up spaghetti hit me like a bowling ball. I

was starving. I wanted to attack the giant sized noodles but the sight of

Donna's fork stabbing into the pile of spaghetti had me too concerned to move.

"Don't worry dear," Donna laughed. "I won't accidentally eat you." She licked

her lips with an orange tongue and smiled. I stepped forward toward the dish.

"If I eat you, it will be on purpose." I froze. I thought she was kidding, but

with what she had already done to me, I wasn't sure. "Relax and eat something.

After dinner we'll see about making you big again and you can get on with your

vacation, now that we know the shoes you made work." That reminded me. The shoes

needed to be fixed. I tried to tell Donna that I needed to work on the shoes

more. I didn't want anyone getting killed because I made a defective pair of

shoes. I stood up and yelled to Donna, but she couldn't hear my tiny voice, and

she didn't seem to care either. She just went on her merry way eating spaghetti.

When she was finished, She carried the plate back into the kitchen and cleaned

up what little mess there was. I wasn't filled up, but I had eaten enough. I

figured I'd eat a hearty snack, along with a stiff drink, when I was full size

again. Donna returned to the table and scooped me up. She held me softly in her

palm, pulled my security tissue off, and lifted me up even with her lips. Again

I marveled at their magnificence. "I owe you for the enjoyment you gave me today

my little lover," she whispered. My heart began to pound as I wondered what that

meant. I found out immediately. Donna ever so slowly moved her palm, with my

naked body in it, up to her lips. I watched her pink gleaming slabs of flesh

slowly pucker as I drew near. Closer and closer I came. My aroused penis was the

first to touch. It hit and was swallowed between Donna's warm lips. The rest of

my body, from my waist on up to my face hit shortly thereafter. That's where I

spent what seemed like the rest of the evening. Donna seemed to be able to read

the level of my sexual enlightenment. Somehow she was able to, with her lips,

keep me on the verge of an orgasm for hours. With the slightest lip movements,

she was able to suck me into the throws of fireworks. Then, turning her soft

lips into powerful weapons of destruction, she would carefully bring me back

down to the world of the pathetic, only to reverse the cycle and work my

energies back up again. Finally, after two hour long TV dramas that I was able

to partially hear during my down times, Donna tired of the game and brought me

to a climax unequalled by anything she had ever brought me to at equal size and

strength. I shook and spasmed while Donna's giant lips sucked the life out of

me. I shot wad after wad into her cavernous mouth. Long after I was bone dry,

with my prostate still sending out dry loads, my consciousness succumbed to the

energy I had spent not only between Donna's lips riding wave after wave of

sexual pleasure, but also under her foot trying to stay alive. While still

between the lips of my wife, who at the moment, I was very much in love with, I

fell into a deep and dreamy sleep where I spent all night long between her

goddess-like lips. When I awoke , I had no idea where I was. I felt refreshed,

like I had just slept for a full day, but my mind was still foggy. I lifted my

arms up to my face and rubbed my eyes, but the odd lighting didn't change. Only

a small amount of light was entering my sleep chamber and was coming from an

opening above my face shaped like a heart. I found that odd at first, but when I

gathered my wits and tried to sit up, it all came rushing back at me like an

Amtrak F-7A with me tied to the tracks. I was in one of Donna's shoes, probably

the left, strapped down by the Velcro. A flood of day old memories bombarded me,

reminding me of my current plight. Donna had not restored my size like she had

promised, probably because I had fallen asleep between her lips. It was my own

fault for falling asleep, but then again how was I supposed to not fall asleep.

She was the one who wore me in her shoe all day then sucked on me for hours. I

was just a pawn and Donna was the giantess queen acting out her desires. I hoped

she would wake up with it all out of her system and grow me back. I was thinking

about my plight when I heard Donna's deep soft voice enter the room. She was

singing a twenty year old "BLONDY" song. "One way or another I'm gonna getcha

getcha getcha getcha. One way..." Despite everything, I chuckled. She had to be

singing that particular song for my benefit. She definitely got me. "Good

morning dear," Donna said to me as she looked at me through the heart. I could

tell by the distance between us that I had slept on a table, probably her night

stand. I wanted to ask her why I was still small strapped in her shoe, but I

knew I couldn't. Although it was early in the morning, the frustration of not

being able to communicate was taking a hold of me. "Do you know how you never

want to go to church with me?" Donna asked my vulnerable form. I really didn't

like the sound of the question. "Well today we're going to church. Unfortunately

you're going in my shoe."

"But I need to fix it," I yelled. Again it was no use. At this size, Donna just

wasn't able to hear me. My emotions from the day before were renewed as my home

was lowered to the floor and Donna's foot began overtaking me again. It wasn't

any easier the second day. In fact, with the previous day's memory still fresh,

the sinking feeling in my gut as I experienced Donna's giant bare foot

overtaking me was strong. It took a few steps for me to adjust to the crushing

of my rib cage again. By the time Donna got into her car, I had relearned how to

breathe. I was back in her left shoe, and with her foot slamming into the clutch

pedal every few seconds, there was no way I was sleeping on this trip. I

survived the trip to church and the walk in, but the mass itself was brutal. I

was forced to endure a long period of kneeling during which all my blood went to

my head, combining with the worsening smell of Donna's foot to make me feel

dizzy and sick. Then came a some painful full weight standing where Donna didn't

allow me the chance to breathe. The worst time turned out to be during the

sermon when Donna was sitting. The sermon was exceptionally long for the

assembly of church goers that morning. It was even longer for me. While they

watched and listened to the priest talk about Jesus's teachings, I watched and

felt Donna's big toe slide up and down my naked body as she continuously slid

her foot in and out of her shoe. It started out innocently enough. Donna simply

slid her foot out of her shoe. When she did, she felt me in her shoe. From my

position, it seemed she was paying attention to the mass and had forgotten I was

even there. When she felt me, she slid her big toe back up my body, then back

down, then back up again. It didn't take long before my manhood reacted. It took

even less time for Donna to feel it. When she did, she began giving it

preferential treatment. As Donna's toe slid down my body, it made a heavy

circular motion over my midsection, before it made its way down my legs. On its

way back up, it did the same. Dozens of times Donna repeated the toe massage,

while I lied bound in her shoe helplessly squirming from the relentless

manipulation. I was quickly approaching an orgasm. Donna, probably from the

level of my squirming, knew of my approaching climax and simply inserted her

foot all the way into her shoe and applied pressure. The air quickly left my

lungs, as did the blood from my entire groin area. Once Donna was satisfied that

I was calmed down, she let up and began another grueling session of arousal.

This cycle repeated itself over and over again until the long-winded father got

tired of talking. By then, I was both physically and emotionally spent. I

withstood another round of breath depriving standing before Donna was sitting

again and the pursuit of her big toe on my manhood continued. This time, a

different ending resulted. I became so aroused so quickly, that despite the fact

that Donna had stopped the grinding on my midsection and was trying to smother

the arousal out of me, I came. I shot a load all over her sole, and she was

obviously not very happy about it. It was the first time in my life I

experienced an orgasm while being, not only smothered, but crushed. I went from

the throws of passion to the verge of unconsciousness in a second. My lungs

burning like they were full of battery acid. I needed to refill my depleted

blood stream with O2 but Donna decided to punish me further for cumming on her

foot. She continued to apply the force on me until I actually passed out. As it

turned out, I not only slept through the rest of mass and the drive home, I

slept through the entire morning. When I finally woke up, I ached from head to

toe. I slowly sat up and looked around. My head pounded. My chest still burned.

I was sitting on a soft surface and I was still only five inches tall. "Are we

finally awake?" came that deep booming voice I knew all too well. I spun around

and saw the entire giant form of my wife. She was sitting on our bed and I was

next to her. "I thought I killed you," she said. "You came in my shoe and I had

no choice but to punish you. Are you alright?" I didn't attempt to answer. I

shrugged my shoulders. What I wanted to do was ask her if she would make me big

again. I still had a two week vacation to enjoy. Donna read my mind and spoke.

"It seems I have some bad news for you Dear," she said softly. I wondered what

else could go wrong. "It seems I won't be able to grow you back." I jumped to my

feet and fell back down. The pain in my head was fierce. "I'm so sorry," Donna

went on. "I can't grow you back. I don't have the power." Again I jumped up onto

my feet. This time I stayed up, although it wasn't easy. Each time Donna moved,

the earth under me quaked. "My boss Jill will have to do it, tomorrow." The

thought of Donna's beautiful boss Jill seeing me in this position was down right

embarrassing. Jill always looked down her nose at me like she was better than I

was. I started yelling obscenities, but Donna simply raised her huge pretty hand

and I quieted down. "I wouldn't overstep your bounds little fellow," she

lectured. "I'm still not very happy about you getting your disgusting goo on my

foot." I wanted desperately to tell her it was her own God damned fault, in

church no less. What kind of sacrilege was that? I decided I really didn't want

to go back in her shoe so I sat back down quietly and waited for whatever Donna

was going to do with me next. "So what should we do now?" she asked. I just

looked at her face. For years I had taken her good looks for granted. What was I

thinking? "I really need to go food shopping," she said. "Tomorrow is Monday. If

I don't go today, I won't be able to go until next Saturday." I was beginning to

get scared again. "You eat so much," she went on. "We won't make it until next

Saturday. Why don't you do the food shopping this week?" she asked. I knew she

was toying with me, but to what end. I did not want to go back into her shoe so

I sat there listening. "That's right you cant go," she said boldly. "You're only

five inches tall. But we can go together." She reached over the bed and grabbed

something off the floor. I prayed it wasn't her shoe. I had spent the good part

of mass earlier praying it would end and Donna would release me. I found myself

praying again. Sure enough, Donna dropped a shoe on the bed in front of me. I

wanted to run but I held my ground. What would running accomplish? Donna then

reached over the side of the bed and grabbed the other shoe. She dropped that

one next to the first. This time I ran. What a mistake that was. Donna quickly

reached out and snagged me. She wrapped her hand around me and lifted me up to

that fat lower lip she had. "You just can't help but piss me off, can you?" I

turned on the puppy dog eyes that worked earlier in our relationship. They

obviously weren't working then. She threw me back on the bed. I bounced and came

to rest between the two shoes. "Pick one," she demanded. "They both need to be

fixed," I yelled to her. "Good choice," she answered. A long red nail then

pushed me into the shoe on my right. Another one came from the opening and in a

matter of ten seconds I was back under Donna's foot, this time the right one,

where I remained the rest of the day. We went food shopping. Then we went back

to the same mall we went to the day before. After that we went home where Donna

decided to keep me where I was. Why? I guess I just felt too good for her to

release me. It was horribly painful for me, but still I had to stay focused so I

wasn't crushed or smothered to death. As the day went on, the abuse on my body

and my mind was taking its toll. Finally, when it was bedtime, Donna removed the

shoe. By that time I was running on fumes, smelly ones. I just wanted to go to

sleep. I wasn't given the opportunity all afternoon to take a cat nap. Donna had

seen to that. I barely remember being released and dragged out of the shoe. I

hardly remember being dropped into the sink to relieve myself again and get a

drink. I didn't remember falling asleep or where I was put to spend the night. I

found out at six AM sharp. I was on Donna's night stand, so when the alarm went

off, I was woken abruptly. Not only did it scare the living shit out of me, it

sent me into a panic. My heart raced violently as my extremities began moving.

Donna's finger entered the opening of the shoe probing for something. Her

fingertip slid over my face roughly a few times pressing the back of my head

into the velvet before it withdrew and found its target. Moments later the alarm

was quiet. I lied awake, stilled by Donna's off target finger, for minutes

waiting for her to arise. It was a new day. She had to let me go, at least I

hoped so. My own eyes were re-closing when the blaring tone of the alarm went

off again. This time, Donna didn't try to turn my face off. This time she hit

the end of the shoe and sent it flying. By the time it hit the floor, The alarm

was quiet again. Unfortunately the Velcro, holding me in place, held strong. The

shoe came to rest on its side. I looked straight ahead out of the heart shaped

opening and found myself staring into the void beneath our bed. Now what, I

thought. I quickly found out. My eyes went out of focus as a giant object

appeared just past the opening. Upon refocusing, I saw it was Donna's big toe.

She had gotten out of bed and was standing with her foot pointed at me inside

her shoe. Her big toe looked menacing. The blunt tip of it's nail looked like it

could break me in half. I felt myself shuddering, thinking about spending any

more time beneath that thing. Then it moved. Donna's big toe shot at my face

with blinding speed. I flinched, banging the back of my head on the soft velvet.

The tip of the toe the hit the opening so hard that it actually squeezed through

it. The shoe jumped backward snapping my head, and all other parts of me not

secured, forward. The toe entered the opening and came surprisingly close to my

face. Then the backward motion stopped instantly, bringing any part of me that

had flown forward, crashing back again into the sole of the shoe. Then for a

brief instant I saw what I knew I'd never seen again. It lasted only a split

second, but the remembrance would last a lifetime. The fat meat of Donna's big

toe was wedged in the heart shaped opening. Not a bit of light shown around it,

not even at the lower point of the heart. The inward point at the top of the

heart dug unyieldingly into one side of the toe. Seeing Donna's big toe sticking

in at me almost sent me into hysterics. It would have laughed had I been given

more time. The next few seconds were ugly as Donna tried to free her big toe

from the shoe. My internal organs move violently inside me as I was kicked to

and fro. My extremities felt like they were leaving my torso. Through it, I was

able to see the progress of Donna's big toe out of the shoe. It was slow. After

the first few seconds, Donna's toe hadn't budged. Then she intensified her

kicking and I no longer was able to follow the progress. I had to shut my eyes

tightly so they stayed inside my head. After a few more seconds of extreme

violence, it was over. Well, it was almost over. The worst of it was over. The

jerking back and forth, and side to side, was finished. The soaring through the

air wasn't, not for about three more seconds. At least I didn't have to close my

eyes in preparation of my impending impact. They were already closed. The shoe

hit the ground hard and bounced a few times, but it was actually anti-climatic

compared to what had just transpired. I couldn't tell how far the shoe and I

hurled until I opened my eyes and the stars cleared. I was in the bathroom.

Actually, I was against the far corner of the bathroom, probably twenty five

feet away from the bed. The shoe landed with the underside propped at a forty

five degree angle between the wall and the floor. I was miraculously offered a

view of the entire bathroom, including the part of the bedroom that I just

entered the bathroom from. I looked through the darkness and saw movement. Donna

was walking into the bathroom. At first I thought she was coming to retrieve her

shoe and punish me some more for being there. As she got close, I saw she wasn't

looking in my direction. It seamed I was safe for the time being. Perhaps I

would even get the chance to see my giant wife nude. Finally I caught a

potential break. Sure enough, donna entered the bathroom and turned on the

light. She looked horrible. Donna never was a morning person, but she only ever

looked this bad after she drank the night before. Donna obviously had her own

little party with me no doubt under her foot as the main amusement. Then again,

I had been in a dead sleep since she took me out of her shoe. I was beginning to

wonder what else she did with me while she was drunk. Up until that point in

time, the morning had progressed extremely quickly. I hadn't had much time to

think. When I first awoke, after the alarm had nearly caused me to soil myself,

I had thought I tasted a strong smell in my nose and my mouth. As I lied there

waiting for my giantess to stir, I figured it had to be the taste of foot odor.

I had been constantly sucking in Donna's foot sweat for two days now. I had

dismissed it at that. Lying in the bathroom corner watching my hung-over wife, I

wasn't so sure. It seemed like the only time Donna ever got horny was when she

was drinking, which wasn't that often. As I watched her stand in front of the

mirror brushing her teeth, I started recognizing the taste in my mouth. I was

beginning to think my drunken wife had used me to pleasure herself. By the time

she had put her tooth brush away, I was sure of it. I was lucky the stupid bitch

didn't kill me. It all made sense. She kept me in her shoe because I was

arousing her. With no alcohol in her system, it probably took the ice queen two

days to get aroused enough to do something about. The alcohol she drank, lowered

her inhibitions enough that she acted on her whim. Donna used me for sexual

pleasure. At least at this size I was good for something. A scary thought

entered my mind. What if she got used to the feeling and would keep me

uncontrollably in her shoe forever, using me to satisfy her whenever her desires

peaked. Nah. Once every two weeks was Donna's limit regardless of the stimulus.

She was probably already tired of me. I'd be a free man as soon as she got

herself together, or so I thought. I had temporarily forgotten that she wasn't

able to grow me back. Maybe I just hadn't believed her. Regardless, I was

feeling some hope as I watched my wife walk over to the shower and let her

nightgown fall to the floor. I was in for a short lived treat. After two days of

not being able to buy a break, I found myself in the perfect position to watch

my giantess of a wife as she stepped out of her nightgown and turned on the

water in the shower. From my tiny perspective, propped up in her shoe in the

corner of the bathroom, she looked magnificent. Her long brown hair straggled

its way over her shoulders and down half her back. Her breasts, still firm and

round, stood proudly out before her. As she turned toward me and headed towards

the toilet, I was amazed at how tight her stomach still was. The toilet was to

my left, almost in the corner I was adjacent to and it pointed towards the wall

just to my right. That meant that when Donna sat on the toilet to pee, I got a

view right between her thighs all the way to my promised land. Her thighs were

strong and muscular. I could only dream what they'd feel like squeezing me to

oblivion. I doubted I'd find out. I looked a little farther and saw her furry

mound. I couldn't see anything more than Donna's pubic hair, but oh how I could

imagine the sight of her giant pussy lips opening up to swallow me into her

juicy slit. I still wasn't sure I hadn't already met it while I was asleep, too

exhausted to reap the rewards my stay in Donna's shoe offered me. After peeing,

Donna wiped herself and walked across the room to the sink, where I was offered

a view of her luscious ass. Firm and round, Donna's bottom was perfect. I

watched it shake from side to side as Donna brushed her teeth. Again I imagined

what it would be like to be buried between her cheeks. God knows I had buried my

face into Donna's butt enough times not knowing I'd ever contemplate doing it

with my entire body. After brushing her teeth, Donna offered me another glimpse

of her as she walked back to the shower and stepped inside. She pulled the

shower curtain and my show was over, at least temporarily. I was left to wait

for another chance to see her giant naked body and ponder what was in store for

me next. Donna acted like she didn't even remember I was in her shoe. If she

didn't, she'd remember as soon as the soaking shower water cracked the outer

shell of her hangover. Another thought struck me as I lied bound to the inside

of my pretty wife's shoe. It was a thought that left me feeling extremely

lonely. Ever since I've been married to Donna, she blamed me for her hangovers.

She wasn't much of a drinker. When she did drink, it was from my prodding, and I

usually coaxed her into drinking more than she could handle. As I lied in wait

for Donna's long and soothing shower to end, I became more and more convinced

that Donna did remember where I was. By the time the sound of the water hitting

the fiberglass tub ended, I was sure Donna knew where I was. She undoubtedly was

blaming me for her hang-over and was planning to wear me again. I had spent the

last two days praying time would speed up so my stay in Donna's shoe would end

quicker. I spent the time it took Donna to dress herself and put on her make-up,

praying time would roll to a stop. I wanted to prolong the inevitable as long as

possible. I did not want another day of suffering under my wife's foot to begin,

but it did. Donna never even looked at me. When she was ready to leave for work,

she simply strode into the room rolled her shoe over and planted the ball of her

foot on my sore chest and the base of her big toe on my face. After that it was

off to work we go. Donna had said she needed the help of her boss Jill to

restore me to my normal size. She also said she'd have Jill do it Monday. It was

Monday and, though I desperately wanted out of this hell, I was nervous about

Jill getting a chance at me. There was no telling what that nasty bitch would

do. Even though I was on my third day of being tortured by Donna, I had to hold

firm in the belief that she would see to it that Jill restored my size without

taking advantage of my predicament. After all, Donna didn't really know I was

suffering. She had no idea the cavities I had stupidly carved were too small. I

guess it was around lunchtime when Donna finally sat down. I was amazed at how

much walking around she did on a Monday morning. When she did sit down she

removed her foot from the shoe. I quickly looked out the heart shaped opening to

see her face and to see if she was looking down at me. All I saw was the

underside of a desk. I waited for the shoe to elevate. I was hoping it was the

time for my release. It wasn't. I waited a few seconds, but nothing happened. I

could hear Donna conferring with another woman, but I couldn't make out what

they were saying. I had a good and bad feeling the second voice belonged to

Jill. I didn't know what was going on but I was dying from the suspense. Finally

the shoe moved. It didn't rise like I expected. It shook slightly. It was a

movement I had gotten to know all too well. My heart sank. Donna was reinserting

her foot. Once again, I looked past my naked tiny body at the toes entering the

shoe. This time the feeling was worst than before, although I didn't think a

worse panic was possible. This time the foot entering the shoe was not the foot

of my loving wife. This foot took its good old time overtaking me. The owner of

this foot wanted me and herself to experience the fear and delight fully. I

screamed long and not loud. I knew it would do no good. I couldn't control

myself. For two days I was able to stay alive in my wife's shoe only because it

was my wife's foot I was sharing the space with. I honestly didn't think I had

the will to remain alive having to fight the rib crushing pain in my chest and

pulverizing wear on my face knowing it was the disgusting smelly foot of another

woman. I wrote myself off for dead. I didn't die. I survived the rest of the

work day. Evidently I had more will to live than I ever gave myself credit for.

Or maybe it was the fact that deep down I knew I was in the final stretch of my

under-foot mile. Sure I spent the afternoon repulsed, forcing my diaphragm to

force my lungs to inhale fowl air only to have it pushed right out again over

and over an infinite amount of times. But it wasn't infinite. There is no end to

infinity. There would sooner or later be an end to my suffering. Shortly before

the end came, at precisely infinity minus one, The owner of the foot,

undoubtedly and disgustingly Jill, decided to have a little fun with my manhood.

She decided to see if she could arouse me with her big toe into an orgasm.

Unlike Donna, Jill didn't bring me to the point of no return rapidly then

smother the life out of me. Jill took her good old time bringing me up. Jill

must have had a ton of work on her desk because she toyed with my manhood for

about two hours. Somehow I was getting good at keeping track of the time.

Despite being abused, already spent, and totally grossed out, I was slowly

worked to the point of eruption. I tried with every bit of wilpower I could

muster to control myself, but in the end I had no chance. I exploded. I don't

think much came out, but the amount didn't matter. I had cum under another

woman's foot. I was thoroughly humiliated and was at my wits end, but I knew my

time for freedom had come. Shortly after my orgasm, Jill slid her foot out of

the shoe that days ago sat on my work bench. The shoe rose. An ugly, only in my

eyes, finger pulled the Velcro free. And I fell out of the shoe. "Your little

pervert came on my foot," said Jill glaring down at me. Her evil eyes seemed to

burn right through me. "He's had enough," came a voice from behind me. I

recognized my wife's voice and turned. There she stood in all her elegance. I

wanted to run towards her, away from the beast, but I knew I still needed the

beast. She alone could make me big. I turned back toward Jill and the

embarrassment she bestowed on me. Her stare intensified. Her eyes turned into

fire. That fire reached out and grabbed my soul. It enveloped my mind, my heart,

my entire body. The last thing I remember was feeling the life force of my wife,

protecting me from the devil who had a hold of me. It's Saturday morning. I

still have a week of vacation left and I'm in heaven. This is turning out to be

the best vacation ever. Evil Jill had restored my size. Donna had taken me home,

fed me, and nursingly put me to bed. On Tuesday morning I woke to an empty house

and ate a hearty breakfast. Donna was at work. I spent all day reliving my

experience in Donna's shoe. I weighed the good feeling of Donna's soft foot

against the bad of my pain and suffering. Had the shoes been made right, the bad

would not have been any where near where it was. In fact, in may not have been

bad at all. By the time it was bedtime, I had convinced myself that had I been

more careful, and had my stay been for only a few seconds, I might have even

enjoyed myself a little . I went to sleep Tuesday night before Donna came home.

Wednesday morning I awoke and again Donna had already left for work. As usual,

her stupid job had her putting in unreasonablre hours. It was just as well. I

wouldn't know what to say to her anyway. My body felt somewhat better, but my

head was still a mess. I simply could not clear my mind of the conflicting

emotions that I had experienced. I knew it was time I climbed back onto the

saddle. I jumped out of bed and went straight into her closet to look for the

shoes I had spent days suffering inside. At first I didn't see them. I feared I

was too late. I didn't want the d

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