Misbehavedxoxo - Part Six: husband gets a shrinking virus and over time his wife goes from caring to less and less until he winds up just a foot slave she owns

Misbehavedxoxo's husband awoke with a start, panic rising in his chest. He couldn't find his feet. He felt small, incredibly small. Looking down, he saw that he was now only a foot tall. He tried to stand up but slipped off the bed with a tiny yelp of pain. "What happened?" he cried out. His voice seemed tiny and insignificant in the vast room. His wife, who had been sleeping soundly, stirred awake. She looked down at him with a mixture of puzzlement and annoyance. "What's the matter with you, dear?" she asked, yawning. "Can't you see that it's morning? Go back to sleep." But he couldn't go back to sleep. He was too scared and confused. He remembered the night before; they had been watching TV when he suddenly started to feel unusually warm and tired. He had thought nothing of it at the time, but now it all made sense. He had somehow contracted a shrinking virus. As the day went on, his wife's behavior towards him became increasingly cold and distant. She ignored his pleas for help and even seemed to enjoy the new power dynamics in their relationship. She started treating him like a pet, making him fetch her things and clean the house while she relaxed on the couch. Despite his diminishing size and the growing distance between them, his foot fetish only seemed to intensify. He found himself staring at her feet more often, admiring their perfect shape and size. He longed to feel them against his skin, to be engulfed by them. But his wife remained unaware of his growing infatuation. To her, he was nothing more than a nuisance, a reminder of the life they once had together. She continued to ignore him, leaving him alone to wander around the house in his new, tiny form. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. His wife's indifference to him grew stronger as she became more comfortable with her new role as a giantess. She no longer bothered to hide her contempt for him, often stepping on him accidentally or using him as a footstool without a second thought. He had given up hope of ever regaining his normal size or reclaiming his place in their relationship. All he could do now was surrender to his new role as her foot slave, praying that one day she might finally notice him again.

Part six: husband gets a shrinking virus and over time his wife goes from caring to less and less until he winds up just a foot slave she owns