James was always curious but this time, it might've landed in something bigger than just getting yelled at.

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As he walked by himself in the house of his best friend, only hearing his footsteps step across the tiled floor, James looked into the open door of his friend’s sister who he’d only seen once prior. He saw the pink bed sheets neatly placed on the bed up against the farthest wall. Next to that was a nightstand that had something of interest. Something that just didn’t match up with the rest of the room. It was a small, pipe like cylinder that just sat on the stand. James was beyond curious at this as he walked into the teenage girls room. As he tipped toed on the floor, he looked around cautiously to make sure he didn’t accidentally step on anything that might cause some sort of noise. He looked to his left, near the bed’s underside was a pair of crumpled up green zebra socks that were next to a seemingly small pair of dirty white shoes. James knew of Jesse’s sister and how she was this super talented dancer as well as runner but he’d never seen her do anything like that. At least, until now.

It was like a small cylinder that had a smaller red button on the top. James was always curious about things that he probably shouldn’t mess with but it was his nature to push the button. He picked it up and investigated it. He read the writing around the button. “Please be cautious when using the CZ-2000.” He questioned to himself. Where would a fifteen year old girl get a ‘CZ-2000’? How much would this have cost the girl who didn’t even work? What was it? All those questions weren’t going to be answered anytime soon as he ignored the warning label as he soon pushed the button. He closed his eyes and after a few seconds, he opened his eyes and saw nothing going on with the pipe.

“Are you serious? Is this some sort of joke?” James was about to put the pipe back where he found as he heard some footsteps coming towards the stairs. Jesse was supposed to be gone for the next few minutes for getting snack for them for movie night. James knew it was the only other person in the house with him coming up the stairs. Ingrid, Jesse’s little sister. As James tried to set it down, the pipe started to glow bright red. He tried to run out of the bedroom but was caught in a small red orb that brought him closer and closer to the pipe. He attempted to scream out but the orb caught him in it’s grasp. Then, a flash of white light filled the room he was in, blinding him. It was a quick and almost painless process as his body reacted to the changes the cylinder put on him. The flash as well as the red orb made him pass out on the floor, barely breathing yet still slive.

Just as Ingrid, the brunette teenager whose room James had trespassed into for the sake of curiosity, was just about to step into her room to get a few things for the last relay race of her junior year, James’s unconscious body soon disappeared right as Ingrid stepped into the room. She looked around her room, looking for any abnormalities or anything that seemed out of the ordinary. The seventeen year old Ingrid had a very specific way she had her room set up and she would notice if anything was out of place. She walked inside, her footsteps being suppressed by the nylons she had on. Only slightly for the average sized person. This is what caused the now tiny and insignificant James to burst up to realize what's happened to him. Ingrid humming to herself made James begin to wake up on the ground as well as the very loud footsteps that shook the ground he was laying on.

James stood up slowly, shaking his head as he opened his eyes. His vision was blurry as he heard the stomps and quakes coming closer. He rubbed his eyes and after a few more quakes around him and then his vision returned to see a horrifying sight that was coming closer and closer to him with every passing second. He screamed out in utter terror as he looked straight in front of him and saw two massive nylon covered feet. He didn’t need to look up to know who was walking towards him. He was now a fraction of his original size, all because he was curious with what Ingrid had in her room. And the now gigantic Ingrid was walking towards him at incredible speeds. James attempted to scream out as Ingrid took another step towards him, bringing her foot up and letting him see the sole of the, filthy nylons. The dirt, sweat and other small items she’d collected as Ingrid walked around the somewhat dirty house astounded James. It was right about then when he further realized that Ingrid and her gargantuan feet were completely unaware of his current situation as she began to get closer to his tiny, frozen body. He needed to get out of the way of the colossal teen or else risk getting crushed alive.

James soon bolted to his right, towards the only thing he could think of that Ingrid’s feet couldn’t reach him just as she took another step, her toes being curled up to the sole. James looked over very briefly his shoulder to see the gigantic red painted toenails directly looking at him. They were haunting as they continued to come ever closer to crushing the tiny James into nothing but a puddle of blood and flesh. He still remained focused on his mission to escape the unaware teenage horror. The destination was none other than the one place Ingrid wouldn’t be able to crush him. He saw the only safe place underneath the bed where Ingrid’s massive feet couldn't find him. And eventually James might come out when Ingrid wasn't walking around and somehow he'd have to explain why he was this small in her room. She might be upset and he saw no reason why she wouldn't be curious why he was even in her room. Her sister's best friend was tiny and begging to be grown back. James had no idea what the seventeen year old would say. But he couldn't focus on the future. He had to keep running away from the pair of feet that were still barreling towards his current position at incredible speeds. He couldn’t waste the little time he had dwelling on the uncertain.

Then, James saw the shadow of the bed directly in front of him. His salvation from Ingrid’s feet was just beyond the horizon so to speak. His legs were burning from the run he went on, knowing that soon he might be able to relax for a few minutes before heading back to Ingrid for help, if she could help in his situation. He smiled, hearing yet ignoring another stomp that the massive girl took. Although, he probably shouldn’t have. Because the next step she was about to take would end up in an inconvenient placement for James. Ingrid took another step directly where he was heading, her arch parked right in front of him. He backed up and looked at the absolute size of the very feminine foot before him. His jaw dropped as he looked up at the giant leg. He’d seen how small he was in comparison to Ingrid but only from far away, until now. Now as he looked at the relatively massive pair of feet before him, he realized how small he was. He figured that the giant Ingrid before him had about size six and a half, maybe seven size feet but from where he was standing, it seemed as though she had size two hundred feet. James soon fell over in shock, mere inches from Ingrid’s sweating feet that sent out the pungent scent to his tiny nose. In the act of him attempting to fan away the scent that was around him, James accidently looked completely vertical to see the one place James never wanted to see, which was the underwear that Ingrid was wearing. Although he only briefly looked at the underwear for a few seconds, it was still enough to burn the image into James's vision. The bright white color of it was the only major thing that burned into his vision. He tried to forget the gorgeous curves that the teenager had on her bottom as best he could. Even if no one was watching, he still had the decency to look away.

Ingrid soon stopped in her tracks as she looked around her room, sensing something was off. She looked at her bed, not seeing anything out of place. She then moved on to her table next to the bed and saw that her shrink device was off center of the stand, where it always was. Ingrid raised an eyebrow, looking around. “Who would be stupid enough to use my device? Unsupervised no less.” Ingrid thought to herself as she tapped her toe on the ground, slightly causing an earthquake for the tiny James below. She then picked up the device and examined it. This was the one thing that was out of place. And there was only one person who could’ve messed with it and accidently shrunk himself in her room. She sighed, knowing that her sister’s friend had been dumb enough to mess with the experimental device in her room that even Ingrid, the de facto owner of the device.

“Come out James. You stupid, stupid boy. Come on out. You don’t want to piss off or even annoy the one person that can keep you safe.” Ingrid paused as she looked around the room for places she thought James might go to avoid her stepping on him. “Come on out James, I know you’re scared and all but if you don’t come out in the next five seconds, when I find you and I will in a matter of time. I guarantee there will be punishments if you don’t get out here right this now.” She paused as she continued to look around, standing still. “I can forgive the whole going in my room bit. I get that part. Maybe you’re into younger girls. I mean you don’t turn twenty until March so maybe it could work between us.” Ingrid laughed at the thought. Her smile turned serious in a split second. “But there’s one thing I can’t forgive, James. It’s a sacred rule here. Jesse knows it, my parents know it. It’s just unfortunate that you’ll have to learn the hard way.” Ingrid, without even looking down to make sure she was right, lifted her foot and brought it over to where James was standing. He didn’t have time to react as the teen moved her foot in mere milliseconds on top of him. But she didn’t crush him, like he thought. It was just enough pressure to keep him restrained and under her foot without much damage to James.

“Oh, there you are.” Ingrid slightly twisted her foot and plopped on the bed. She then crossed her leg, bringing the sole of her foot up along with the slightly crushed and smeared James to be visible. She giggled to herself as she picked up the somewhat crushed James by his leg. “Hmmm, I didn't know you were into feet, James. Especially my feet. If I’d know this, I might’ve let you massage my feet after a game while you were hanging out with my sister.” Ingrid soon brushed some hair out of her face as she put James on her open palm. She watched him struggle to his feet, giggling. “I was just going to get you back to normal. Just call this a warning and maybe we'll forget about the whole thing, even if you have so many questions. But looking at you now, tiny and adorable, able to fit in my hand, I might actually want to keep you. And guess what? There’s nothing you can do but hope I don’t get bored of you...like the others.”

The more Ingrid talked to him, the more James realized going in her room was a mistake he wouldn’t and couldn’t make twice. Here he was, looking at the one girl who not only knew how to grow him back to normal but also the only person that knew that he was this height. Somehow, he had to convince her to go back to her first option, let him go. James had no idea what Ingrid would do to with him while he was this small. “Ingrid. Please, I made a mistake! Just get me back to normal and we'll both forget that this even happened. Just like you said.” James was just about to get on his hands and knees just to beg Ingrid to reconsider her decision.

“Yes you did make a mistake.” Ingrid picked James up to bring him to closer to her braces filled, teenage mouth. Small droplets of spit hit him in the face as she continued to speak. “A mistake few make more than once. You see, I was going to do this to you anyway. Eventually. Just had to wait for the right time. And who knows? Maybe I’d toss you in my mouth, swallow you whole like I did my ex. Or in the case of my gym teacher, my running shoes. Each met a very cruel fate but all deserving ones. My ex broke up with me when I got braces, shattered my heart into a million pieces. The coach said I wasn’t fast enough in track, said that I needed a new pair of insoles. SO got her and her bitchy assistant and tossed them both in my running shoes. And don’t even get me started on that kid that tried to spread rumors that I was a whore. Really showed them didn't it? Fitting ends don't you say? But unfortunate for you, or fortunate however you look at it, you didn’t cross me until today. But you didn’t cross me like the rest of them did.” She looked down at her palm to see the panicked face the tiny James had on. The face of terror all of her previous victims had when she told them the exact way they wronged her and how she intended to pay them back.

“You killed people when they were like this?” James shivered at the thought of a skeleton in the small girl’s stomach ,two smushed up body in both of her running shoes or even that poor kid that Ingrid was very vague on. They were people just like James. People that had hopes and dreams until they said or did something that Ingrid didn’t like. All he did was be too curious for his own good and what kind of punishment would she deal to him for that? Eat him like she did with her ex or would she throw him in her shoes and go on to her meet with him as a special guest or something much worse? “Because they annoyed you?”

“Well, when you have this kind of power at your fingertips, what else do you but be a god? Since I found this little device, I’ve been using it to dispose of the waste in the world. No matter how small or insignificant they are. But as for you, I see no reason why I should kill you like the others. I’ll keep you here, safe. Here, let’s get you a nice place to stay while I’m gone for a few hours.” Ingrid soon clenched her fist gently, stood up to walk over to a small clear box she had sitting near her closet for a hamster she wanted when she was five but now the small cage would be meant to house her new pet. James. It was actually the first time she’d even thought about keeping a person that was this size. Mainly due to the fact that the people she shrunk were annoying her so they didn’t deserve the kind of mercy she was giving James. It was an honest mistake for him, but a very big gain for Ingrid and she did not want to hesitate on this amazing opportunity.

Picking the small clear plastic container up, she gently tossed the container on her bed then walked over to the impact zone, James still in hand. She then released the small man to fall down to her bed. She laughed a tiny bit when James fell onto the soft bed of hers. “Ingrid, please. One last time. Or else.” He said as he stood up shakily on the comforter, he attempted to feel confident but just seeing that massive Ingrid stare at his now tiny form as he tried to intimidate the absolute ‘goddess’ before him. His plan had already failed before he could even think of one. He lost all his power of negation the second he became the size of an ant.

“Or else what? Do you know how many times I’ve heard that? I’ll tell you.” She opened the top of the cage and picked up James, holding him by his head while bringing him over to the entrance of the cage she had opened. He screamed as the pressure Ingrid’s finger was making his head feel like it was literally about to explode. “All the people that have been with me have said ‘turn me back or else’. Do you know what I can do to people like you? Oh wait, I’ve already told you only three of the things that I’ve done to people that were your size. Or do I need to tell you all of the things I did? Will that get you to listen to me?” James looked at Ingrid and she had a small smirk on her face as she looked at him. James thought to himself that she was deathly serious with this. There were only two options here and both, at least in the short term, weren’t ideal. The first one was what Ingrid proposed to him. Stay as her pet for as long he possibly could be, hoping she’d never tire of him. Or he continue to try do things his way of which were continue to beg Ingrid to spare him. But with the things she keeps telling him, killing people who she found even slightly annoying. He had to give in to her demands. And just hope she changes her mind later on in the future, pray she lets him go eventually.

“Ok Ingrid.” James said with some shame in his tone. “I'll be your pet. Just don't hurt me, please?” James looked at Ingrid who had a smile on her face, showing more of her braces up teeth.

“I couldn't be happier with your willingness to go along with this. And don't you worry your pretty little head about anything like food or water. I've got it all covered so don't worry.” Ingrid lowered James slowly into the container, letting his feet touch the bottom before letting her go of him and having her fingers retreat back out. James looked up at his new ceiling as his new owner sealed him inside. He then looked in front and all around him to see the gigantic Ingrid behind the clear plastic smiling at him. “Sorry about not putting a bed in there. I never planned to keep a tiny version of, well, anyone. I usually just you know.” Ingrid blushed as she picked up the container and brought it over to the nightstand where he was first shrunk. As Ingrid put the container down, an idea popped in her head. “Hey James, how did you enjoy the little time you spent under my feet a few minutes ago? Did they smell alright to you? Eh, what am I saying, I know you like feet anyway, I might as well do this since you’ll enjoy my feet so very much.” James soon realized what Ingrid had in mind. He bolted to the clear plastic wall in front of him and started pounding on him to be noticed, but deep in the back of him mind, he knew that Ingrid paid no mind to the tiny man that was desperate to not have whatever she had on her feet all day in here with him.

“Ingrid, I'm perfectly fine in here. I can sleep on the ground! It'll work out fine.” James screamed out to Ingrid as she leaned forward to hear what he was saying. “I can wait for you to get me a real bed.”

“Oh you're so right James. You're so very right. You can wait for when I get back home after my meet.” As he watched her get closer and speak to him, she winked as she stood back up. As she was about to resume talking to James until she heard the front door open.

“Ingrid? James?” She was suddenly surprised by this voice who they both recognized. It was Jesse who had returned and would be immediately aware that James was missing. And if she ever did find out he was like this and she was keeping him almost against his will, it wouldn't be good. For anyone. Ingrid would be forced to shrink her own sister just to keep the tiny James a secret. She turned on her heels and thought fast as she heard Jesse coming close to the stairs.

“Ok, I really don't need Jesse ruining our fun so while I'm gone, for the next few hours, I'm going to put you under my bed. And when I get back, you'll get some fun from me. It'll be worth the wait, I promise.” Ingrid whispered, picking up the container and brought down to the floor near her feet. “Just relax till I get back. Then, we can start the fun.” She said as she gently kicked James’s new home behind the shadow of her bed. Just then, Jesse came into the doorway and looked like she was looking for something. It became extremely obvious that the thing/person she was looking for was indeed James.

“Hey Iggy, have you seen James around here? He was here when I left. Any idea where he went?” Personally, she hated when her sister called her out by the nickname she gave her. It was the length and sound of it was just aggravating. She did have thoughts of shrinking Jesse, and would most likely eat her but she couldn't find the courage to do it. Ingrid might've been a god to the people she shrunk and eventually got rid of, but in the end, she still had a sister. A sister that might come in handy later.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Ingrid. You know how I hate that.” She walked over to the door frame when her slightly taller sister back up. “And no, I haven't seen your boyfriend since he left for, who was is that you hated? Sophia? Yeah, her.” Ingrid watched as her sister became furious. Ingrid knew Jesse and James were really close, closer than friends in fact. And she also knew that Jesse and her former best friend were fighting over him so it really was the perfect plan to get Jesse out of the house at least for a few hours. ‘That should keep her busy while I'm gone.’ Ingrid thought to herself, still watching Jesse steam up with anger.

“Ingrid, if James comes back here, keep him here until I get back. If he's with that skank, oh the things I'll do to him.” Jesse stormed off, her feet pounding on the wooden floor as she was ready to find James and Sophia together. She could never think that her baby sister was lying to her so that she could have the man she loved all to himself as a tiny person. Ingrid went back inside her room and got ready for the final track meet of the year. And when she got back home, her and James would have so much fun together. Weather he liked to or not.

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this story, I do not know how long this story will end up being as of now but I do have at least two more chapters planned so be on the look for those in the coming weeks.

Ingrid returns home from her meet to see if James is truly dedicated to his new goddess

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As Ingrid walked home from her track meet, she felt the two layers of fabric on her feet absolutely drenched in sweat from the constant running she had to do. She could feel the sweat in between her toes begin to form into disgusting toe jam. Ingrid must’ve ran at the very least six miles just for the meet and she’d have to walk an additional two miles round trip from the stadium back to her house. On top of that, her entire body was covered in the liquid that her body produced with her brunette hair was a shade darker than normal but she knew with a quick shower, all of this stink and grime would be washed off. She was exhausted beyond belief and couldn’t wait to just get home.

The entire meet she was thinking about James. The newest addition to her collection of the tiny people she’d shrunk. But half of the time instead of keeping them in a small cage like she did with James, she would normally kill the people she made small. If James was like normal guy she brought down to size, she’d run home as fast as her exhausted legs would take her and get him to smell the stench her feet made right before she crushed them with the gigantic monstrosities. But with James, when she saw him on the floor, tiny and scared, she just wanted to hug and keep him forever. James was soft to Ingrid when she saw him for the first time a few years back and Ingrid fell for him. Seeing him on the floor tiny sized, she didn’t have the heart to kill him. James was like a special little guy that walked in her life and shrunk himself to the perfect size. It was incredibly coincidental, considering she’d never had used one of her shrunken victims like this before. She could be gentle with him but that would come later. Right now, she wanted to test his devotion to her. Ingrid knew that James wanted to go back his normal size and would attempt to escape from her at any moment he saw so Ingrid would be forced to show James that she was the one that was in charge.

Ingrid thought about all the fun both James and her could have together when she got home. She could kiss him, coat him in her lipstick as she laughed at his small stature. Or she might put him to service her. Get her grapes and drop them in her mouth like one of those ancient servants in Greece. It would be fun to make James do whatever she commanded. This would further make him view her as a goddess rather than just his best friends sister. That would be great for Ingrid. Being a goddess, having someone serve her, something she’d never done before and she felt so stupid for not doing this with prior tiny slaves of hers. And it wasn’t like she never had the opportunity to do it either. She remembered when she shrunk the bully that was teasing her friends that she gave him plenty of opportunities to be hers rather than die a painful death via crushing him with her hand. But every time he refused and so Ingrid crushed him with no remorse. All that was left of the tiny bully was just a pool of blood and some very crushed guts on the table as well as her hand.

Ingrid always felt some kind of power trip when she ‘taught’ her victims a lesson. She kind of felt like she was ridding the world of evil or just all around annoying people. And she tried to reflect their punishments in such a way that reflected the reason they were shrunk in the first place. If they were making fun of Ingrid’s or anyone else’s braces in school, she would shrink them down to toss them in her or even sometimes even the same person they are making fun of food just to be eaten alive with Ingrid watching tentatively from nearby. It not only did the world of an ‘undesirable’ person, it would unknowingly give the victims the vengeance they couldn’t get prior.

But of all the ways Ingrid chose to discard her victims, there were a few where she knew for a fact that she would get the most pleasure as well as the victim would experience the most pain if they did in fact deserve it. Definitely her favorite method was swallowing someone whole. Granted, when she first ate someone whole and while they were kicking and screaming, Ingrid honestly wanted to vomit them out of her stomach but she just went to her room just to relax. It took almost an hour for the screaming and kicking of her first victim finally ceased. And after that, Ingrid took a few days to herself but when she finally realized what she’d really done. She had not ended an innocent life, she had ended one of the people that deserve it. The man she choose to shrink and even swallow alive had robbed banks, murdered over a dozen people and even raped a close friend of hers. After a brief moment to herself, she realized that she was basically the judge, jury and if she needed to be, the executioner. The ‘people’ she would shrink were no longer people. To Ingrid and the device she had in her hands, they weren’t anything more than playthings, snacks, insoles or in James’s case, pets.

As Ingrid stepped into house, she felt the nice cool air hit her soft skin and even the felt the sweat she had on her skin begin to evaporate. All the places on her body, the sweat disappeared from her own vision except for one place on her body, the one place she actually wanted to keep hot. And that area was her feet. On top of that, Ingrid knew if she took off her shoes at the front door like what her family did that all the sweat and dirt would harden or dry up her socks just before she gave James his ‘presents’, her sweaty and disgusting socks. Ingrid wiggled her toes excitedly as she took in the fresh air shutting the door behind her as she went upstairs. She was beyond excited to finally get her shoes off her hot feet and play with James for a bit.

The longer James was in here in the darkness of Ingrid's bed, the less hopeful he became that someone would find him and somehow figure out how to get him back. A few moments after Ingrid left, he heard footsteps and to his surprise, it was Jesse. Or at least Jesse’s shoes. Now that James was at this height, he had to become familiar with the shoes people wore since he couldn’t see anything else. And Jesse’s shoes just happened to be flip flops that showed off her toes that James and her were supposed to go out to get done today. But with him gone, the toenails remained bare, untreated and untouched. James pounded on the glass, screaming as loud as he possibly could but in the end, Jesse or anybody for that matter wouldn’t be able to see or hear him. Ingrid was the only person in the whole world who knew about this new adjustment to his size. He didn't know if he would be safe with her after what she told him what she did to the ones she saw as ‘unworthy’. James only saw two options put in front of him. Option A was to continue to protest Ingrid's demands and have her return him to normal. And option B was be an all around obedient pet to her, living the rest of his days under her and whatever she wanted him to be under. One would have him be punished severely while the other made much more sense, at least survival wise. And what was better? Being a pet to the teenage Ingrid or a simple smear on Ingrid’s foot when she finally got tired of his complaining. No matter how much he hated the option he made, it was best for his survival. After all, even if he could escape, there was literally no guarantee that he would even make it out of Ingrid’s room without her spotting him and ending his escape before it even began or maybe she wouldn’t notice him, just to ‘accidentally’ crush him. Either way, it wouldn’t end well for James. As much as he hated to admit, he was safer, in the loosest of terms, with Ingrid.

Many more hours later, James had given up on trying to escape the plastic cage and simply just passed out. He thought when he woke up, he'd be in his bed and find that this was nothing more than his subconscious playing with him. But that changed when he heard footsteps return to the room. His eyes opened up and saw gray shoes looking at him. He hadn't gotten a good look at the kind of shoes Ingrid had put on but they definitely weren't Jesse’s. James stood up to his feet and waited for a few seconds for the pair of feet to do something. He looked closer and saw that they were obviously occupied by the signs of toes moving slowly, bringing the fabric up slightly but enough to show James that someone was with him in the room. He moved back as far as he could as he knew that Ingrid had returned for him.

“Oh James, I have a present for you.” James had shivers that were sent down his spine as Ingrid's chilling words hit his ears like a ton of bricks. He backed away even more as he watched the shoes leave his vision, replaced by Ingrid's bright red smiling face that began to reach out for his cage. He tried to run away but soon was hit by the other side of the cage. He couldn't get away from Ingrid's fingers as they wrapped themselves around the cage. He screamed as she began to drag his ‘home’ into the light, tossing him around the pen as Ingrid brought him to the light. James looked around and saw that she was smiling gleefully. She soon brought James’s cage up her smiling face as she brought him to her night stand. James was screaming as Ingrid and her seemingly infinite power against him swung him around the cage as she put him down. James’s body was now beyond sore as he was shaken immensely in his cage. He laid on his back, closed his eyes and waited for whatever Ingrid was planning. After all, she had just gotten done with the most intense track meet of the year and she still have yet to give James the bed she promised to grant him when she left so he knew what Ingrid would have him do.

Ingrid smiled as she set the cage down, opened the door to grab James’s tiny body by the leg. She then brought him over above her mouth, opening her jaws. She smiled as watched the small man open his eyes to see what might be the last thing he’d ever seen. He would become one with Ingrid, like anyone who was looking down at the moist, slimy pit that had one giant pink snake moving around. James screamed as he realized that Ingrid was going to send him to the same place she sent both her mashed up food and her ex boyfriend. James screamed to Ingrid to let him go but she was looking away from him, not giving him the time of day let alone acknowledging his pleas for freedom.

“Please Ingrid! I’ll do whatever you want! Please don’t eat me! I don’t know what happened between us, but whatever I did, I’m sorry!” James yelled and felt he was getting lower to the gaping maw of the young girl. James felt her hot breath begin to creep up his legs and screamed even more, thinking he’d be joining the boyfriend Ingrid had sent downwards to the bottomless pit of her stomach. “Please Ingrid! I’ll do whatever you want me to do! I’ll clean your feet, sleep with your socks! Whatever you want!” By this time, James’s eyes were closed, thinking of more ways to get Ingrid to release him and put him back down on the ground. Whatever he could think of to get Ingrid to release him to the ground. The last thing he wanted was to be part of Ingrid’s afternoon snack.

“All very tempting offers in exchange for your life James. I really admire the things you'd be willing to do for me, I really do but I want something different from you. Everyone else has offered me those things but I really think you're cute so, I want more. Not too hard right?” Ingrid continued to lower James closer and closer to her tongue. By now, he was sweating and the drops were landing on Ingrid’s massive tongue, the tiny droplets feeding her power. She smiled when she began to taste the sweat that’d ended up on her tongue. The gigantic, pink beast slowly retracted back into Ingrid’s mouth, giving James some level of relaxation. “Oh, you taste pretty sweet James. Might need some salt however but I’m loving what you taste like so far.” Ingrid then looked at James directly in the eye, her massive brown eyes locking onto signifying she was dead set on going through with her threats if he didn’t offer anything that her other ‘victims’ hadn’t told her before. “One last chance James. Tell me something that no one else in your position has ever told me. Or else, you will be my post game snack.” Ingrid licked her lips and then proceeded to open her mouth all the way, like she was at the dentist getting a check up. James shivered as the light showed him the deep, dark pit that Ingrid was planning to send him down, being barely visible as the light filled in the gaps of her mouth fairly well. Her uvula was still visible, swinging back and forth in slow motion, her back teeth for crushing the items she tossed in her mouth into nothing more than barely recognizable remnants of their former selves. Then there was the massive tongue that completely enveloped his vision, the soft and almost welcoming muscle inviting him into Ingrid’s warm mouth as it would literally be the first thing he would interact with when and if she actually dropped him in her mouth. “Three….two….” Ingrid said softly as she began to lower James closer and closer to her tongue, the edge of lips curling up, she was smiling as she could practically feel the fear that James was giving off.

James finally caved against the threat of being tossed in the pit of no return. He had to give all the power he had left and had it over to her. “Ok Ingrid! You’re my one true goddess, there’s no one else but you in my life! I will worship you everyday, clean whatever needs to be cleaned! I’ll eat whatever and whenever you tell me to, just please don’t kill me! Please, I’m begging you!” James started to shed tears as he waited for Ingrid to drop him into her mouth and send him down into the pit of acids that would burn him alive, leaving nothing more than a skeleton, if that. But that didn’t happen. He just heard a devilish giggle as he felt his feet touch the ground. He was safe from getting eaten alive by the massive Ingrid, at least for now.

“That was definitely enough to keep you alive, at least as my slave for a few weeks. We’ll see how devoted you are to me in the morning. Right now, we need to get your sleeping arrangements figured out. I know we have your cage under my bed but someone like you needs to eat, sleep and be with everything I’ve stepped inside, walked on or even touched. James, from now on, I won’t be the only thing you worship. Everything I touch will be considered holy to you. And if I want it clean, you will do just that with no questions asked. Anything I’m missing….” Ingrid trailed on as she thought of anything else. Then, an idea popped in her head. “Oh, I got one. I am no longer your friend, I’m not even a human to you. From now and until the time comes, I am your goddess and nothing less. And you will worship me every morning and every afternoon, be it kiss my toes or whatever I see fit for that day, you will not hesitate to do anything I tell you. You know the consequences if you don’t do as I ask.” Ingrid then looked around her room once more as she still carefully watched the tiny James to make sure he didn’t try to make a run for it. Her eyes then locked on to an old pair of running shoes that she’d worn for almost two years now. She smiled evilly as she grabbed James, and without much as a peep from either side, Ingrid tossed her new tiny servant across her room and into a pair of old and discarded pair of converse type shoes that had been there for a few days now. Ingrid only heard a tiny scream as she walked away to collapse on her bed, peeling her dirty socks off as she grabbed them both to toss them in the general direction of where the shoes James was working on. “I would get used to this if I were you James. I want every single shoe I own spotless and then maybe I’ll feed you some real food. If you do a good job.”

Ingrid’s words hit James with about as much force as a pillow being thrown by a literal ant. After he landed in one of her discarded shoes, the thing he noticed most was the smell that permeated from all around him. He tried to cover his nostril but to no avail, the smell that seemed to just be never ending. He coughed and heaved as the smell slowly got to him. Granted the smell was nothing compared to what Ingrid decided to toss his way while he was busy trying to acclimatize to the smell. As he looked up, for the briefest of seconds, he saw a giant, blue item fly across the sky. He didn’t have much time to react as he soon ran towards the front of the shoe, away from the item that came into the mouth of the shoe. With pinpoint accuracy, Ingrid made her sock land directly into the shoe. And it quickly became apparent to James what Ingrid had been hiding from him. In the beginning when she first stepped on James, her feet didn’t smell too bad but unfortunately, that was just the warm up. The smell of her discarded sock quickly filled the shoe James was in, along with the heat as well.

His tiny body soon collapsed on the arch of the shoe, still trying to adjust to the smell but it was not working in his favor. He coughed some more until finally it was too much for him. He crawled on his hands and knees until he got to the absolute toe of the shoe, feeling the indentation that Ingrid’s toes had made in the insole of the shoe. He leaned his head back as the stale air around him from the shoe itself began to be replaced by the dank, moist air of the sock that was slowly but surely making its way to the toe of the converse. James accepted his destiny of inhaling the stench that Ingrid’s sock gave off. The smell was unlike anything he had ever encountered before. Yes, he’d smelled socks that were fresh off a foot before but not on this level. The stench was mixed and amplified by his small stature made breathing difficult, he coughed some more, getting close to literally throwing up from the stench. All around him was Ingrid’s feet and he still couldn't believe he was in the terms of Ingrid herself, a slave. And he just had to accept it.

His old life was gone, and his new one as Ingrid’s slave and pet had just begun.

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