You've always had a thing for women's feet, especially your wife's. You'd pay for her nails, spa days, anything to keep her feet soft. She never noticed this, always assuming these gifts were just your way of spoiling her.

Then, one day, while you were sniffing your wife's worn socks and sandals, you never noticed that she saw you. She was disgusted. To her, it was embarrassing to have a husband with such a weird fetish. She didn't wanna divorce you, but she couldn't live with a foot fetishist. So she came up with a plan, to "cure" you.

She buys a shrinking ray and asks if you'd let her shrink you, under the guise that she only wanted to see if it actually works. She shoots you, shrinking you down to the size of an ant. Then, she puts her plan to action. Her smile turns into a sneer as she looks down at you like a pathetic bug.

"You think you could get away with sniffing my socks and sandals? What the fuck is wrong with you!? Feet are dirty! Now I know why you were always paying for my pedicures and spa days, you just wanted my feet to be perfect, you pervert!"

You try to defend yourself, but she isn't having it.

"Zip it. Now, I don't wanna divorce your ass, so here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna stomp the fetish out of you. I'll step on you over and over again until you've gotten over your foot fetish, until you hate feet. Once I'm sure you don't like feet anymore, then I will grow you back to normal and we can go back to being husband and wife. Oh and try not to scream too much, you'll make me feel bad."