Chapter #5Entrancing by: Aayla   Gradually regaining your senses, your eyes flickered open, struggling to fight off the drowsy urges of your body to avoid immediately falling back into a deep sleep. Rubbing your face you slumped up, gazing over at the poster of Siyeon you kept on the wall. Your dream idol. The woman for whom you'd give your life, you'd do absolutely anything just to see her in person, let alone speak to such an illustrious goddess. But that.. that wasn't your poster. Sure enough there was a photo, a group shot, with every Dreamcatcher member smiling and posing. And it seemed... significantly further away. Surveying your surroundings, your feet were stood atop a seemingly endless landscape of large, laminated, dark wooden planks. The towering furniture, a bed, a couch, a desk, casting elongated shadows with the little light that seeped through the window. But what truly brought a mix of awe and trepidation to his heart was the realization that this bed belonged to none other than Siyeon herself. Spinning around the room, the layout grew more and more familiar, you'd seen it before in her livestreams and instagram posts, just familiar enough for you to recognize your location. The realization had caused you to completely gloss over the fact that you were a miniature little creature, somehow reduced to a mere few percent of your original height. It didn't even phase you. You were HERE. You were in Siyeon's HOME. Given enough time, you could actually, maybe, with a little luck, MEET her.
As the initial shock began to subside, curiosity overcame your fear. With hesitant steps, you ventured forward along the floor, getting a grasp of just how small you really were as nothing seemed to move despite every step you took. Eventually your long, dull little adventure blessed you with a long awaited reward. Standing tall like some kind of religious monument, a pair of Siyeon's high heels sat at the corner of her bed. These black, beautiful pieces of footwear didn't look like anything Siyeon would willingly wear on stage, much preferring any kind of boot, but nevertheless the strong scent of tired, worked feet still rolled through into your nostrils. There was no denying yourself, the allure was much too strong, and even if it weren't you were about as weak willed as they come. Luckily for your perverted mind, one of the heels lay on it's side, providing all too easy access for you to fulfill your.. needs. Throwing yourself headfirst into the soft, smelly, velvety surface, you began rolling around like a pig in mud as you inhaled the scent of Siyeon's feet, basking in half-baked, bizarre fantasies of being worn like a little insole. Moaning and squirming, you alternated between stroking yourself and grinding the worn fabric against your member, all the while desperately inhaling over and over.
When you'd finally recovered, a twinge of guilt hit you, noticing the dregs of your load that would no doubt ruin the velvet inside Siyeon's expensive shoe. As hot as she was, it was difficult to justify your ridiculous,insatiable lust for her body. The amount of comforting time spent watching her, laughing with her, dreaming of her, it weighed on your conscious like a ton of bricks. But you were given very little time to process your guilt.
CLICK A soft creak followed, signalling the opening of a door. With immediate, soft footsteps hitting your ears. Carefully peering out of the heel, you nearly dropped dead on the spot.
Her presence commanded the room, her sheer size accentuated tenfold from the perspective of his shrunken state. Beautiful black hair cascading down her shoulders, swaying gently with every movement she made, effortless confidence oozing with every step she took. Clad in casual attire, Siyeon wore a loose-fitting white t-shirt that draped over her like a canvas, allowing glimpses of her shoulders to peek through. Loose fitting pants robbed you of the heavenly view that would be Siyeon's long, toned legs, but they came to a stop just shy of her ankles, allowing your eyes to feast on the enormous pale toes, rising and falling with precision every time she took a step. Her eyes were glued to her phone as she moved throughout her bedroom, paying no mind to anything else.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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