There were many factors that could be said to contribute to the latest developments in science and fashion. Many would cite the impending housing crisis, environmental issues, problems in the workplace, or just the general desire to disconnect from the current culture at large. No matter what the reason for it, however, nothing would ever be the same again.

__________________________________________________

Milly looked down happily at her new ring. A little present for herself she had been saving for the past few months. She loved the green shine that reflected off of its surface, giving it a nice healthy look as it rested on her hand. She brought it closer to her face to inspect it closer, scanning the green for any imperfections or “special” abnormalities.

“Ah, there you are,” Milly said in an idle whisper, finally spotting a small dark brown blip amongst the green. As her eyes focused she could also spy a slightly larger, though still insignificant, spot of blue next to her new finding. 

“Heh, cute.” Milly said, now satisfied she hadn’t been scammed with a counterfeit Micro-Carat jewelry. 

__________________________________________________

Micro-Carat was a new premium jeweler that arrived on the scene in the late 20X0s, offering a whole new kind of fashion experience, while simultaneously striving to fix many of the world’s most serious crises, one piece of jewelry at a time!

A tall order for a jewelry company, no? Well, not for one with a patent in new shrinking technology! Now those who were tired of their day-to-day life can finally escape, literally in style itself. 

Anyone who wanted to could volunteer to be shrunken down to near-microscopic and placed in a piece of jewelry. The traditional gem has been replaced with a dome of extremely durable material to keep the residents inside safe, but also visible to anyone outside. 

The inside of the dome was crafted into one of the many models of the volunteer’s choosing. Many choosing to live in simply smaller neighborhoods with few other volunteers, exact models of famous cities from around the world, or the one Milly had chosen, “F*ck Off and Live in the Woods Emerald”. This model was designed for either singular volunteers or small families. These were most often the kind of people who always talked about leaving society and living “off the grid”, now being given the chance to live in the luxury log cabin of their dreams onlooking a spacious lake.

Special measures were also taken so no matter what way you held the piece, the inside would experience no change. You could shake it all day and no one would notice if they weren’t looking up.

__________________________________________________

Milly held her hand out to her friend, Bethany, twisting it gently to show off the shimmering green of the microscopic forest. 

“Oh my god!! It’s so pretty!” Bethany said in a loud enthusiastic tone, leaning forward to get an even closer look as she stirred sugar into her coffee.

The green inside seemed to wave and move as the tiny fans inside blew the tree branches. 

“Do you know who’s inside?” Bethany asked, looking back to her friend as Milly pulled her hand back. 

“Oh yeah,” she said, cheerfully attending to her own coffee, “on their app you can see a little profile of everyone inside. I got a little family from Michigan; husband, wife, and their two daughters are SO cute. They remind me of my girls when they were younger."

Milly gave a heartfelt smile to Bethany before adding with a giggle, "too bad their parents were such losers though."

Those "losers" inside Milly's ring were the Stevens family. Jerry and Wendy both loving parents to their daughters Katy and Veronica. Before they decided to shrink, Jerry was an accountant at a failing financial firm. He'd once done very well for himself, taking care of his family and even taking them on vacations. But when a market crash resulted in his termination, the Stevens soon fell on hard times. There were no high paying jobs in the area, and they had no savings to move. They were on the brink of losing their house when a traveling representative came by and asked if they'd ever heard of the Micro-Carat volunteer program. 

With no other options, the family was soon sold on the idea. Jerry loved the idea of living in a cabin in the woods, finally some freedom outside the office. Wendy, the stay-at-home mom type, was very hesitant at first, but soon cozied up to the idea of the cozy life a cabin could offer. Their daughters, of course, were not crazy about the idea of moving away from their school, friends, and in Katy’s case her boyfriend, to live in some dumb cabin inside someone’s RING for the rest of their lives. But, because they were children (17 and 15 respectively), their opinions did not matter at all in the decision. 

Not long after that initial visit, the family packed their things and went to the shrinking facility of Micro-Carat. They were all put to sleep to hide the patented shrinking process, and soon awoke on the wooden floors of their impossibly tiny new home. 

It all seemed so surreal. So sudden and almost impossible. It was like waking into a dream. All of their belongings were placed neatly as if they’d put them there themselves. The air was cool and pleasant. Outside they could hear the chirping of birds, though it would later be found those were artificial sounds from implanted speakers. At that moment, however, everything seemed normal.

That was until they stepped outside.

As the Stevens family went outside of their new cabin, stepping off their beautiful dark wood porch, they were greeted with beautiful trees, branching trails leading in almost every direction, one such leading to a beautiful lake, and high above them… 

The view from the inside of a jewelry store display cabinet.

This would be their new sky for the next two weeks, before finally being purchased by Milly.

Their days passed by like most others. They would wake up with the store’s opening lights acting as their sun, before spending their time however they wanted. The first few were dedicated to exploring their new land. Jerry and Wendy spending their time at the lake, Veronica began hiking the trails around their cabin while her older sister Katy would be sulking in her room, missing her boyfriend. At times they would glance up at the sky and see the gigantic people, mostly wealthy looking women, looking down at them, silently considering purchasing their new home to decorate their fingers on their nights out. 

They were chosen when they weren’t even looking. The next thing they knew their home went dark as they were placed into a ring box. After what was likely a long drive home, light finally flooded back across their land, along with the beaming face of Milly. Their new owner.

__________________________________________________

“Imagine being so lazy you’d just want to live in a ring,” Milly continued to Bethany, chuckling before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Oh I know,” Beatrice replied with a dismissive wave of her hand, “it’s pathetic. Like, just get a job and buy a house. My Micheal is actually thinking of joining. Honestly, I think it’s an excuse to just lay around and play video games all day instead of going to college and working for a living.”

“Yeah well,” Milly began, setting her coffee down and looking back at her ring, trying again to discern the tiny brown speck of a cabin inside; “I own them now, so I guess we know who the real winners are.”

Both women chuckled at the remark, feeling quite superior in their positions.

“And tell Micheal that if he does decide to become a ring, I wouldn’t mind saving more and making him my toe ring.”

Both women laughed harder.

“And coming down the red carpet now is the absolutely BEAUTIFUL Jamila Parson, in an absolutely STUNNING evening gown for the ceremony. Let’s get a word.”

The celebrity gossip reporter and her camera crew walked ahead to the beautiful starlet. 

“Jamila, hunny you look amazing! Tell us who you’re wearing?” the reporter asked before holding her microphone closer to the tall brunette. 

Jamila flashed a smile at the reporter and the camera. “Well this dress is from my own private line that’s supposed to drop this spring. My hair was done by my amazing stylist, Julian. And my new ring,” she said, holding her right hand into view, “was a custom order from Micro-Carat. It’s my third ring this year, after they sponsored my last movie I just fell in love with all their pieces.”

“Ooh!” the reporter replied in a sort of stock excitement, “to tell you, I’ve been thinking of getting one myself soon. Tell us, how many people have you got in there?”

“This one is part of their new Cities of the World Blue Diamond collection,” the starlet replied, adjusting the ring slightly with her other hand, “It’s a model of my home city Brooklyn, with about a hundred-forty-thousand people, give or take.”

“Wow! That’s a lot of people!” the reporter replied in exaggerated shock, “well they’re all very lucky to be so close to you Jamila, and we wish you the best of luck tonight during the awards.”

“Thank you,” Jamila said happily before continuing down the red carpet.

“Now coming our way is—”

Hana abruptly changed the channel on her TV, taking a moment to stretch her arms out above her head with the remote still in-hand as an ad played in the background.

She enjoyed this kind of famous people gossip garbage, but she could only take it in small doses. She usually preferred shows with more drama and actual writing involved. This time, however, it proved a little useful.

“Hey,” Hana said aloud, activating her home assistant service, “add the Brooklyn Micro-Carat ring to my shopping list.”

“OK, Brooklyn Micro-Carat ring has been added to your shopping list,” a robotic voice replied from nearby speakers. 

Hana smiled as she continued to flip through channels. Not really looking for anything special. Just some idle entertainment while she relaxed.

Eventually her eyes were drawn down to her bare feet, resting comfortably on her ottoman. Her nail polish was still immaculate after getting them done just last week. But what really caught her eye was the toe ring she wore on her left foot. It, like that ring the celebrity was wearing, was from Micro-Carat. She flexed her toes playfully, realizing how easily she’d forgotten she was even wearing it.

Hana was a young woman with a very powerful personality. She was a high-up in a major pharmaceutical company, a position she got entirely from her family connections within the industry. She attended maybe a handful of meetings a quarter, coming down only to flex her power over some of the others who got their positions out of years of hard work. Otherwise, her time was spent at home, shopping, pilates, getting coffee with her friends and going to see the latest shows. She wasn’t married yet, though she did go on dates every so often, mostly by the attempts of her friends to set Hana up with someone. But they never lasted long. Hana was very demanding, and if the men couldn’t meet her high expectations they were dumped within the first two weeks.

A few years ago, however, someone else had beaten her to the punch, dumping her after only a few dates. She was enraged, and vowed to get her revenge on him if she ever found the opportunity. Well, that’s where the ring came in.

Hana’s recent shopping obsession was anything to do with shrunken people accessories. When she found out from the friend who set them up that this idiot and his new wife had signed up to move into a piece, she almost immediately placed the request order.

Originally, they were all to be placed in a heart-shaped inclosure necklace, a small city for married couples to spend the rest of their lives together and hopefully become a symbolic gift of love. A very touching commitment.

Instead, they were purchased by this petty woman, who had their necklace altered into a toe ring, to remind them (and especially the guy who dumped her) that they were all beneath her. 

Their days were usually spent in darkness, with the city street lights turning on as Hana put on stockings in the morning. Being her favorite piece meant they were worn very often, and if ever their owner got bored, their blue-tinted glass sky would be covered by the toeprint of her other foot, gently rubbing the smooth surface to feel a little rush of power. For the man in question, it was a very strange feeling to look out of his window in the morning, only to see the smug face of a woman who looked oddly familiar.

But after so long, the rush of power Hana got from the ring had faded. She’d gotten bored of her new little toy, and needed more. 

When her parents had mentioned finding a place to comfortably retire, she immediately steered them towards a retirement plan with Micro-Carat. They could live in a perfect replica of the town they’d lived in when they first fell in love. 

Eventually her parents gave in, and now lived very comfortably— dangling from a hook on their daughter’s ear. She’d bought the set with them in it. After they’d signed over her inheritance before being shrunk, the price was just a drop in the bucket. The other earring was a match of the town, filled with people of no significance to Hana. After a few weeks she’d actually gotten mixed up on which actually contained her parents, not that she really cared.

Hana got up from her sofa, leaving the TV on as she walked to the kitchen of her apartment. Thinking of her jewelry made her feel so powerful. She imagined the city on her toe shaking with each step. Her parents’ house swaying with each turn of her head. So many people living on her like a planet, with her as their goddess.

While she made herself a smoothie, Hana daydreamed of what else she could buy. Maybe she’d buy a copy of another famous city, like Paris, and turn it into a tongue ring. She could french kiss with thousands of french people, the glass fogging up with every breath she took.

She took a sip of her smoothie, imagining what would happen if that city “accidently” got dislodged and she accidentally swallowed it, giggling slightly at the thought.

Maybe she could convince all of her friends to take a temporary vay-cay in a beach themed piece on Hana’s navel. All of them swimming in a microscopic island resort on Hana’s belly while she went out clubbing.

Who knows, maybe she’d buy that prissy little celebrity she just saw on TV. After a scandal it wasn’t strange for celebrities to enter the Micro-Carat program under a fake name to go into hiding. With her connections, Hana could easily find out their real names and buy whoever she wanted.

She went back to her sofa, sitting down comfortably and putting her feet back up. With her other foot she gently rubbed her toe ring, while her free hand played gently with her left earring. She imagined all the terror she was likely causing for their inhabitance. All that fear caused by such minor movements of her body.

Hana felt like she could own the world. And with her money, the possibilities were limitless.

Karen hummed quietly as she unlocked the front of her shop. The bell at the door gave its nice familiar chime as she entered, stepping in and throwing on the light switch. 

Karen was greeted by the sight of her inventory, dozens upon dozens of tiny miniaturized cities, all lined up in neat little rows on their shelves. She was happy to see that nothing was out of place.

“Good morning, everybody!” Karen called out. As part of her morning routine, she loved to say good morning to all the thousands of people that lived in her store. 

“And good morning to my own itty bitty city~” Karen said, walking across the floor to her desk, her heels thumping heavily across the floor. She bent down, practically showing off her cleavage to the small dome on her desk that contained its own tiny city. She smiled as she already saw activity, people no larger than grains of sand going about their own morning on her desk. She smiled, watching their little lives go by.

Karen was a middle-aged successful entrepreneur, or at least that’s what she liked to call herself. With her kids all grown and off to college, she needed something to do with her days. Luckily her husband was rich, and in upper management at Micro-Carat, the company that let people shrink themselves to live inside jewelry. He managed to pull a few strings and managed to get his wife her own cushy job running a store, all by herself. Though this store mostly specialized in slightly larger cityscapes, leaning more towards cities for desk decor or paperweights rather than jewelry. As a welcome gift, Micro-Carat even gave Karen her own Mini City as an onboarding gift that she proudly displayed on her desk.

“EVERYONE DOING OKAY? …GOOD!” 

Everyone in the tiny city heard Karen’s voice booming from the other side of the glass. Several people looked out their windows and saw the giant milf, again wearing too much makeup, greeting them with her face blocking their entire sky. God this woman was annoying.

Karen stood back up, happy to see her cute little city was bustling just like normal, before moving to sit at her desk. The chair creaked slightly beneath her generously sized ass as Karen leaned back, opening her phone to look at her messages.

It was such an easy job, all Karen had to do was sit around and wait for customers to come in and help them find whichever city they wanted. She didn’t often get many, as everyone knew just how expensive tiny cities were, not everyone was as rich as her. 

As she continued to scroll through her phone, Karen kicked off her heels, lifting both of her feet up and onto her desk. Her massive bare feet were only inches from her tiny city, her soles stretching higher than any skyscraper contained inside of it. There was a collective groan from inside, as they were once again met with Karen’s massive, slightly sweaty soles dominating their skyline. They could almost make out every wrinkle, as Karen flexed her toes, looking down past them at her tiny city.

“I had such a good jog this morning,” she said aloud, “but my feet are KILLING me.” She reached down and gently massaged beneath her toes.

“Don’t think any of you would wanna give Momma Karen a foot rub, huh?” Karen chuckled. She loved being the biggest, she loved taking care of all of these tiny cities. After all, she felt she was the best person for the job, anyone else would have messed everything up by now. If anything, all of these tiny people should be thankful she was there for them. 

“Mmm… I love being the boss,” Karen sighed to herself, leaning back and enjoying her own grandioseness. 

Her peace didn’t last long, however, as the door chimed once again. Karen looked up to see a woman enter and begin looking thoughtfully at the tiny cities. Karen quickly got her heels back on and rose to help her. 

“Hi, welcome to Micro-Carat, anything I can help you look for?” Karen asked, putting on her best customer service expression. 

“Yeah I'm looking for a desk city for my niece,” said the woman, not taking her eyes off the displays, “she's graduating but she's still into fairies and that fantasy kind of stuff, do you have any of those little fantasy village things I've seen online?”

“Oh I love those too, we have some over here,” Karen said with a smile, stepping over to another display and taking out a small snow globe-like dome city.

Looking into this one, Karen saw it was full of large trees and giant mushrooms that acted as buildings instead of the usual cities. Hundreds of people walked around inside, dressed in green fairy garb. These people wanted to live in a more fantasy based environment, living like fairies for the rest of their lives. It must've felt so magical. 

Karen's giant hand covered their sky as she grabbed the tiny village off the shelf. Everyone inside looked up to see the made-up face of the woman that would be purchasing them. 

“Mmm… yeah, I think this'll do,” the woman said, scrutinizing the tiny village, seeing the tiny specks of people rush about. 

“Wonderful! Let me ring you up,” Karen said, stepping behind her desk again and typing out the order on her computer. 

“Fantasy Village model X97J1, that'll put you at… $1,100 even, pretty good deal really! These usually go for $1,500 easy.”

“That's fine,” the woman said as she took out her black card, handing it to Karen. She likely wouldn't even notice that much money leaving her account. 

Karen placed the tiny fantasy forest into a small box, sealing its inhabitants in darkness as she wrapped it up nicely. It's likely they wouldn't be seeing the sun until the girl opened her present. 

“Thanks,” the woman said, flashing a tight smile before dropping the box into the depths of her purse. She walked out of the store without much ceremony, the bells on the door jingling as it shut behind her. 

Karen leaned against her desk, her large ass dwarfing her own tiny city as she watched the woman walk to her car. She felt satisfied, making another great sale. 

“Another happy customer,” she said to herself, leaning further against her desk feeling very self satisfied. 

Karen didn't feel her ass now pressing against the glass of her city, her gigantic butt now dominating the outside view to all inside. Her jeans pressed tight against the corner of the glass, Karen's ass covering the top and side as she kept her casual lean going. Screams began to erupt from the tiny buildings as people looked up and saw cracks beginning to form. 

Alarms blared and everyone began running to the opposite end of their container, away from Karen's titanic ass. 

A quiet beeping finally got Karen's attention, standing back up and checking on her tiny city. An alarm on its base was going off, signaling potential damage to the containment. 

Karen suddenly became aware of something poking into her frass as she heard the beeping, and quickly got up and turned around. She picked up her tiny city and inspected it closely, relieved there was no major damage. She saw the large mass of specks gathering to one side, everyone still fearing the cracks in their previously secure home. Hundreds of people were almost climbing over each other, stampeding to the other side in fear and panic.

"Aww, my poor babies," Karen cooed, talking to hundreds of other grown adults she held in her hand. "Did my big butt scare you? You poor things."

Karen leaned in towards the cramped mass of people and planted a big kiss against the glass, her red lipstick leaving the imprint of her lips against the glass. 

Several people began running in the opposite direction, this MILF's giant lips not being any less terrifying than her ass. 

"I'll make it up to you," Karen said, grabbing her purse from behind her desk and opening it, "I'm gonna take you home this weekend,  my daughter is coming to visit from college! Isn't that exciting?"

Karen held the tiny city over her empty purse, the darkness within ready to swallow them all whole as she set them among her makeup and extra pads.

"I just know she's going to love you all." Karen said, latching her purse shut.

The large black Ford F150 pulled into the driveway, coming to a smooth halt just before the double-wide garage door.

The door opened as a middle-aged woman climbed out. She brushed her bleach-blonde pixie-cut hair away from her sunglasses as she quickly walked to her front door, getting out of the heat as soon as she could. 

Karen unlocked her front door and stepped inside, kicking off her heels as she entered.

Walking into her living room, Karen collapsed on the couch. She was only at her store for four hours but she acted like she'd just worked the dinner rush at a McDonalds. She was tired and felt absolutely coated in sweat.

Lazily, Karen unlatched her purse and took out the tiny miniature city she brought home with her. She saw the tiny street lights shut off, now adapting to the bright light of her living room.

"Welcome home, my lovelies," Karen said as everyone inside saw a giant drop of sweat slide down her neck, "I'm sorry about the heat, the AC is on so you should all be comfy soon. I hope you had a fun ride!"

Truth be told, the heat was only bothering her. The interior of the city was perfectly temperature controlled, except for the areas nearest the cracks made earlier. So while Karen was made to deal with the heat, the hundreds of tiny people inside the city were having a lovely spring day. That couldn't be said for their ride, however. While Micro-Carat jewelry was designed to be moved and jostled around, their desk decorations like this one weren't as gyroscopically stabilized. Whenever Karan hit a bump in her truck or looked around in her purse, it would feel like a level 7 earthquake for all the people stuck along for the ride. Luckily the buildings were made incredibly durable due to their size, so no buildings fell from the movement.

There was a collective groan from several citizens as they saw their ditzy, sweaty milf of an owner.

"Do we have to look at her all day!?" someone shouted from their apartment as they shut their window. Though no answer would ever be returned as Karen set the city down safely on her coffee table.

Karen then put up both of her feet as she reclined into her couch, letting the air from the AC cool her off. Her massive feet sat on both sides of the tiny city, absolutely dwarfing it in size. Hundreds grimaced as Karen flexed her gigantic sweaty toes (though I'm sure there were several who enjoyed the sight). Looking another way, all they could see were legs stretching for what may as well have been continents, all to a sweaty woman in mom jeans and a white button-up. Even from this distance the sweat stains were obvious around her chest, her large breasts must have been dripping inside that shirt.

Karen looked down between her legs, seeing the tiny city between her feet. Gently, she moved her right foot and rubbed the top of the glass with her toe.

"Mmm, Momma Karen could really use that foot rub about now," she teased, though in her mind she was wondering if anyone inside could fit through those little cracks she made earlier. They were smaller than sand, would she even feel them? How many would it take until she did?

Karen's nice thoughts were soon disturbed as she heard a ring at her door.

"Oh! She's here!" Karen said excitedly, getting to her feet and rushing to the door.

All interested parties waited around, speculating on who this 'she' was.

"You think it's that one friend she won't shut up about sometimes?" someone speculated. 

"No, dumbass, remember she mentioned it before we left the store," answered another.

A loud cry of cheer could be heard from the other room as Karen opened her door, followed by footsteps and a closing door.

Another minute passed before came back into the living room, followed by a taller and much younger woman.

"And here they are!" Karen said excitedly, walking over and picking up the tiny city, holding it in her palm, "isn't it cute, Suzy?"

Suzy raised an eyebrow as he mother shoved the tiny city close to her face, unprepared for this welcome. Her eyes focused on the tiny terrarium, seeing what looked like a vibrant city, with hundreds of dots that she supposed were people and cars, not unlike the city she just came in from.

"Uh.. Yeah Mom, it's cute," Suzy said awkwardly. She couldn't help but feel weird about it, knowing hundreds of eyes were likely forced in her direction.

"They're my little work buddies," Karen continued, chuckling, "though they're no help at all. I got them when I opened my store for your father's company."

"Oh yeah where is Dad?" Suzy asked, looking around as she set her bag by the couch.

"Oh he's on a trip, hunny," Karen said, setting down her mini city back on the coffee table, "he went off to Europe or some other shithole to scout more city designs they can put into jewelry. Honestly I'd love more American city pieces, but I guess people will just buy anything."

Suzy's shoulders slumped as she sank into the couch. She'd been very excited to spend the weekend with both of her parents.

“Don't worry, Suzy,” Karen said, walking behind the couch and putting her hands on her daughter's shoulders, “we'll just have a girl's weekend. It'll be fun!”

Suzy looked back, giving her mother a trying smile. Maybe she could still make the most of this. 

For the next few hours the two women had a lovely evening together, while the tiny city lay just in sight. The two talked about Suzy’s school and gossiped while they made dinner, followed by relaxing back on the couch with large glasses of wine while they enjoyed a trashy reality show. 

As they sat snug under a nice throw blanket, more wine in hand, Karen's eyes couldn't help but wander back over to her tiny city. The cogs in her mind began to turn as Karen thought of another fun thing she could do with her daughter.

Karen reached over the side of the couch, grabbing her purse and putting it onto her lap. She rummaged through it until she found her work keys, and the small needle-like key that was on the same ring. 

“What's that for?” Suzy asked, as her mom put her purse back. 

“It's for,” Karen began, leaning forward now and grabbing her tiny city, “whenever I have to do maintenance on one of these at work.”

Karen poked the thin key into a small hole near the top of the base, so small you may not have even noticed it without already knowing one was there. 

The inner mechanisms went to work. Two high pitched beeps were emitted by the base before the two women heard a small clicking sound. 

Then with a sly smirk, ready to surprise her daughter, went the next step and surprised everyone by easily lifting the protective glass off of the city. 

Suddenly there were shrill screams coming from the tiny city, the only thing protecting them from the dangers of the outside world now gone. Nothing keeping them from the massive smile of Karen, or her daughter and her mouth open in surprise. 

“Mom what the hell!?” Suzy exclaimed, her jaw still dropped, “I didn't know you could do that!”

“You have to have the right key,” her mother explained, seeing more activity than usual erupting from the city. 

“Oh don't worry we'll put you back,” Karen said, hearing the cries peak as she began tilting the city very slightly, angling it for her other open hand.

The ground seemed to tilt out from under them, and hundreds of people on the streets were now sliding down. After a could dozens fell the ground became stable again, letting those who were left to contribute scrambling. 

Those other dozens of people soon found themselves falling into Karen's open hand. They all landed on the soft warm skin of Karen's palm. Every line on it was big enough to be city streets. All they could do was look back up as their home seemed to fly to the wayside, replaced by Karen's terrifying smile. 

Suzy looked down into her mom's hand, able to see only tiny little colored dots that were people from the tiny city. 

“Oh my god Mom what are you doing?” Suzy asked, sounding concerned. 

“Oh don't worry,” Karen said, “they love getting let out every once in a while! I bet it gets so stuffy in those little things.”

Karen continued smiling at the tiny specks, unable to see the terrified expressions on their faces.

“Now, about that foot rub I mentioned earlier,” Karen said, putting up her feet and bringing her hand forward. Carefully, she began sprinkling the extremely tiny people onto her toes.

The tiny people landed with muffled thuds against Karen’s skin. The area around her toes was incredibly soft and warm. 

It felt like being on a living, breathing mountain.

Those stuck just above the ball of her foot could only crane their heads to look up at Karen’s massive toes, larger to them than any structure in the world. They could feel the heat radiating from her all around them as they got up, shouting and begging to be put back in their city.

“Come on cuties~” Karen teased, half scrunching her toes, “I’ve been on my feet all day, just a little rub for Momma Karen?”

The tiny people cowered and screamed, seeing the colossal toes almost fall towards them. As Karen’s toes rose back into the air the majority of them saw the writing on the wall and quickly dropped to their knees, vigorously rubbing the soft movable skin beneath them in large circles. All along Karen’s foot, people the size of grains of sand were either rubbing her skin or throwing their fists against the bases of her toes begging her to stop. Either way, Karen could hardly feel them, though knowing they were there gave her hazy mind some satisfaction. 

Suzy looked down at her mom’s feet with curiosity and hesitation. 

“Are you sure they like… this?” Suzy asked, seeing the tiny dots hard at work.

“Of course they do, baby, that’s why they decided to shrink themselves to begin with. They love belonging to big beautiful women like us,” Karen said, pouting like a movie actress before taking another sip of her wine.

“Here, put your feet up, we’re going to have a girls’ spa day!” Karen said excitedly, pouring a few more dozens of tiny people into her palm.

Doing as her mother said, Suzy shyly raised her feet onto the table before her mother sprinkled the panicked citizens down just as she had done for herself. 

The landing for the tiny people was more or less the same, though Suzy’s feet were more youthful with less loose skin. Pieces of lint larger than garbage trucks were lodged between her toes from her socks.

“Um… okay, just a really quick rub, please,” Suzy nervously requested. She couldn’t get over the feeling of so many people being so close to her, especially between her toes. As before, there was screaming and begging to be let go, with not much work actually being done. 

Thinking to imitate her mother, Suzy slowly curled her toes, thinking that was a signal to get them to start rubbing. Unfortunately, she curled slightly too far, and several people screamed before getting smashed between her toes and her sole. She didn’t notice, of course, the blood stains far too small to see. 

Fearfully, almost everyone got to work, kneading and rubbing beneath Suzy’s sole with all of their strength.

Leaning forward, Suzy peered between her toes, seeing the tiny colored dots moving rapidly, though not feeling anything.

‘God I hope I can find a job after college, I’d hate to end up like them…’ Suzy thought to herself as she leaned back, also taking a sip of wine.

Leaning back with her daughter and her glass of wine, Karen grabbed the TV remote from the arm of the couch.

“Let’s see if there’s any bad movies on TV,” Karen said happily, settling in with her daughter, and the countless people just under their toes.

The view from the phone wobbled heavily as Emma set up her tripod. It was so hard trying to get the right angle, though over the past few years she'd gotten a good sense of where the camera was seeing without having to look at the screen. Just one of the things you pick up after making content like this for so long.

Emma, 23, had been making porn for the past three years or so. It was mostly just to help her pay for college, but eventually she found herself making a decent living off it and enjoying it more than she thought. Now a recent graduate, she decided she'd keep up it as a decent side hustle. 

Her secret to success? Find a niche kink and dominate it.

Pressing record on the camera, Emma stepped forward into frame, against her carefully decorated wall, bisexual lighting and all. She looked at the camera, a teasing and seductive smile on her face before bending down, her large tan ass taking up most of the screen. She looked back at the camera, a smirk still plastered on her face as she reached back and spread her cheeks.

Deep in her asshole was a beautiful butt plug, the base of which stuck out decorated with a familiar looking dome. 

The camera began to focus as she leaned her ass even closer. Everything else blurred as the dome came more into focus, revealing a dazzling micro replica of Paris, France, Eiffel Tower and all. 

The street lights, set to turn on in darkness, shone beautiful in the crack of Emma's ass. Almost every block was visible encircling a perfect model of the Arc de Triomphe. 

A faint laugh could be heard off screen as Emma dropped her hands. In the span of a second you could see the seemingly enormous walls of her ass rushing back together, quickly sealing the tiny populated city in darkness once again. With her ass clapping shut, Emma walked forward, a mischievous smile on her face as she raised a pair of panties on. 

Unless you knew, you couldn't tell there was a micro city, filled with hundreds of individuals living in beautiful Paris, just outside this woman's asshole. 

She shook her ass once more for the camera, giving a sly wink before turning to stop the video. 

This had been a pretty standard shoot for her, it would make a decent short for all of her subscribers. She'd use a snippet of the end for marketing, a picture of her winking at the camera with her ass taking up most of the view. She'd caption it something like, “you'll never guess what's in my underwear #giantess #ass #MicroCarat”. It would definitely work to get all the thirsty guys to subscribe. 

Emma watched the video back a few times on her phone, making sure everything turned out well before posting it. She sat with her plug still firmly in her ass, not thinking of all the people currently tucked between her large cheeks.

Satisfied, Emma posted it online. That would do for her ass tier subscribers. Now she had to do something for her foot tier subs. 

Sitting down on her chair, she raised her feet up, placing them on the edge of a footrest. She pointed her phone camera down to her toes, zooming in extremely close. Her toes were painted a cute pastel pink, and on her second toe she wore an elegant toe ring with decorative curves. Along the top strip were three tiny studs each only two millimeters in diameter. The camera focused again, blurring everything beyond as it focused solely on her single toe, revealing the studs to hold three additional micro cities.

Emma snapped several quick pics before putting her feet down. Selecting one to post to her socials, and adding a quick caption:

“Imagine how heavenly it must be to live so close to my beautiful toes. If you actually want to, email me at

“Cheers!”

The small group of young women clinked their drinks together. 

Brittany downed her shot zealously, turning to her friend Steph and shouting, “WOOOO!”

The group of women were all celebrating Steph's graduation, now a bachelor of computer science, at the newest club in the city. The lights in the club flashed constantly in a kaleidoscope of different colors. The music was loud, the DJ now taking requests from the audience. 

After several minutes of not being able to hear each other, Brittany and her friends went out to the side patio. There they sat under beautiful string lights and laughed together, recalling the events of the past year.

“Omg, you remember last week when Jules made out with that girl with the cute septum? That was so hot!” Janice laughed.

“What about that one ginger chick? She was WAY hotter, I’d let her fuck my brains out,” Steph replied, the alcohol loosening her lips.

As her group burst out with laughter, there was a noticeable change in the night sky. Previously pitch black, the sky above them quickly lightened to show a deep red, soon tinted purple, then green, then orange.

The group of girls all looked up before excitedly shouting.

“JULES! JULES! JULES!”

The women couldn’t see the source of the light. Over and beyond every building, miles beyond the city limits, past giant teeth larger than any mountain, opened the yawning maw of Jules as she sat behind the bar.

Juliet, Jules for short, was a 26-year-old asian woman who worked at a lesbian bar in Chicago. She’d been in the city for six years, and at the bar for three. Last year, for her second anniversary at the bar her friends all pitched in and got her a Micro-Carat stud for her tongue piercing. 

Jules was so excited and thankful for her gift, putting it on soon after unboxing it. Now an entire city of over 180,000 people were nestled comfortably on Jules’ enormous tongue, entire blocks smaller than a single taste bud. 

In their new home, the citizens of the city found themselves in a perpetual night, glimpses of light only coming in when Jules opened her mouth. This resulted in a thriving party culture, clubs and bars never closing. Any time was party time!

Brittany looked down at her watch, seeing it was just past midnight.

“Ladies, ladies,” Brittany began, getting her friends’ attention, “Jules should be getting off soon, you all ready?”

“Yessssss!” Steph called out, already a little past tipsy from her single drink.

Another round of drinks were ordered as all the women looked up at the sky. They laughed and giggled, sipping their drinks only a little in anticipation for the main event, their favorite drinking game.

After several minutes had passed, as if on cue, the sky lightened again to the changing colored lights of Jules’ bar. 

Brittany and her friends squealed with delight as they felt a small jostle, like a minor earthquake, as Jules took a shot of tequila. Above them washed a wave of amber colored alcohol, enough drink that could wash away their entire city and lives with ease. 

“Here we go!” Brittany called out, all of the girls downing their drinks as Jules took a bite of a lime. She was completely unaware of the little drinking game taking place in her mouth.

This game repeated two more times with different colors of shots flowing above their heads, soon all the microscopically tiny women were completely sloshed.

“Can you believe… *hic*... that we’re on a girl’s tongue?” Steph murmured to Brittany, resting her head on her friend’s shoulder. 

“...Yeah…” replied Brittany, who had a higher tolerance than her friend, but was still feeling pretty gone. 

Soon the women were all shambling down the street, heels in hand. The streetlights were on, as they were at all times, letting them see their way without falling over each other. Lights above would change occasionally as Jules talked with other women.

Eventually, the small group found their way into a well lit park, Brittany and two of their friends sitting on a bench, while Steph and three others decided to lay in the grass looking up at the sky.

“I’m on… a tongue…” Steph jabbered as she stuck out her own.

As the girls lazed around, trying to nurse themselves a little closer to sobriety, the sky became so much brighter. They had to shield their eyes from the massive lights of the bar before their vision adjusted. Looking up, they saw Jules had stuck her tongue out, one of the few times they caught a view of the outside world.

Looking up, they were looking straight into the green eyes of a woman with flowing orange hair and a septum.

Looks like Jules had a type.

They saw the woman’s eyes widen as she looked at the city on Jules’ tongue, the lights of the skyscrapers shining beautifully. The woman’s own mouth moved in silent speech, the dome protecting them too thick for sound to penetrate. Still, past an occasional glob of saliva blocking their view, she was definitely something to look at.

Their world turned dark once again as Jules pulled her tongue back in. Lights still showed sporadically as Jules spoke, presumably to the same hottie. 

“How much you wanna bet they–” Brittany began, before getting cut off. Jules’ habits were ludicrously easy to predict.

Their sky brightened heavily once more as Jules stuck her tongue out. Once again they saw the hot redhead, only now her own tongue was out, and coming in close.

With a silent squelch the tongues collided, the redhead’s slithering and sliding smoothly over the dome.

“Woo! Lesbians!” one girl in the group drunkenly shouted.

The lights of the city were just enough to illuminate the redhead’s tongue as it pressed against the dome. The girls in the park watched intently as the pulsating mass of red above them. Bubbles of spit coated the dome, was licked off, and replaced with frantic movements. Taste buds pressed and smeared across the tempered glass. Soon the tongue rose and they were exposed to the veiny underside of the redhead’s tongue.

For a moment the girls thought they heard moaning, but looking around it was just Steph, drunkenly fingering herself through her pants.

“Mmm… fuck… giant tongues…” Steph moaned as she looked up in bliss. 

All the girls burst out laughing. 

They soon helped Steph get back onto her feet, still shambling as her body worked out the alcohol. They continued down the city streets, wanting to get their friend home safe, as twisting, squirming shades of red continued to make up their sky.