A harsh ringing hit John's ears as he groggily opened his eyes. Fumbling for his alarm clock, he tried to soothe his aching head by massaging his temples. Finally, he reached the snooze button and blessed silence filled the room once more. Like scenes in a movie, memories of the previous night eventually began to filter into his head. He had graduated the previous day. The ceremony had been dull and dry but he and his friends had indulged heavily at the bar afterwards. John was not top of his class but had managed to land a solid, if not super exciting, job working in agricultural consuting in rural Wyoming. He was flying out today to Bradshaw, Wyoming. A town with barely over 1000 residents. But, he told himself, the money was good and the experience was invaluable. Once his loans got paid off he would be able to move, take a job in a city, and start life for real.

"Bradshaw?" His mother had said. "That's funny, did you know you have some distant relatives out there?"

"No" he had responded, his attention diverted towards party planning.

"Yeah your dad's cousin lives out there with her two daughters. They must just be starting middle school now. You should reach out to them, see if you could stay with them and save some money."

And so he had. Gloria, his something cousin - second? first? once removed? It's impossible to remember. She was warm and welcoming, and John quickly had his life in order. He would be staying in Gloria's spare room, living with her and her daughters Kate and Emma. All he knew was that Gloria was some of personal trainer and that Kate and Emma were 13 and 9 years old respectively.

To cut a long story short, the hours passed with goodbyes to family and friends. John promised his mother he would call when he was settled in at least a hundred times. Eventuallly, he was in the air. About to enter the world as an adult with a real job.

Some hours later his plane landed. John worked his way through the terminal and was greeted with a large sign bearing his name in bright green sparkling ink. The woman holding it appeared to be in her late thirties, very fit, with light brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. This must be Gloria, John thought. Accompanying her were two girls, both with dirty blond hair, blue/grey eyes, and wide smiles that betrayed their excitement. One was several inches taller than the other, probably Kate. She had already begun to develop curves, setting her apart from her sister. 

"JOHN! YOU MADE IT!" The cried in unison and ran towards him. He was knocked off balance and staggered as they rammed into him on both sides, hugging him tightly.

John was not overly muscular, nor tall, Kate already came up to his shoulder, and he struggled to keep his footing while clutching his bag. The two girls bombarded him with questions, all the while never letting go of the grip they had on him. It took a laughing Gloria to pull them off.

"Well that was quite a welcome girls but I think you need to give John here some time to get used to us," she said, pulling John into yet another hug. "How are you dear? We're so excited to have you."

"G-good." John stammered, "I'm doing good, thanks for asking. Thanks for having me."

Gloria laughed again, "it's our pleasure John, although I think I should be thanking you for staying with us. The girls don't get to meet a lot of boys so you're probably going to be overwhelmed for a while." That's right, John remembered, her husband had left before Emma was born.

"Are you really going to stay with us?" Emma asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Are you in school still?" Asked Kate, "what are you learning? Do you have a girlfriend?" 

"What? Yes, no, and no." John tried to keep up. The girls giggled.

"No girlfriend?" Kate questioned.

"Do you like a girl?" Emma followed up.

Gloria saved him before he could answer, "knock it off you two! C'mon, let's get home. You must be exhausted." 

The ride from the airport was filled with more of the same blunt questions. John felt himself becoming mroe and more relaxed among this side of the family as they laughed and joked along with him. He wondered why he had never met them before. The girls were balls of energy while Gloria was a sarcastic parent. They seemed like the most genuinely nice family he had.

"Look!" Emma cried out, pointing at a sign.

John directed his attention toward the sign. "Welcome to Bradshaw" it read, "Home of the Imps. Population: 1007" 

"Nearly there," Gloria said "you're in luck John. Your work is just a couple blocks from our place, so you can just walk  there in the mornings." 

"Awesome, thanks so much for having me again, Gloria, I really appreciate it." John said politely.

"You're already our favorite!" exclaimed Emma, throwing her arms around him as best she could despite the seatbelt. 

"Yeah you gotta stay here and tell us all about boys!" Kate added.

Gloria turned into the driveway of a modest two-story home. The outside was painted a light brown to match the surrounding foliage. John looked around the neighborhood as he stepped out of the car, it looked like any other cookie-cutter neighorhood. Different variations of the same two story family home lined each street, the houses having small yards to set themselves apart from their neighbors.

"I hate to say this but I have to head to work. I have an appointment with one of my best clients. You don't mind watching Kate and Emma, do you John?"

"Not at all, it's no problem." He replied.

"Great! Thanks so much! I'll likely be home pretty late, so just make sure the girls get to bed at a reasonable hour. Otherwise you can help yourself to anything in the house!" With that, Gloria reversed out of the driveway and drove off, leaving John, Kate, and Emma standing in the driveway.

Kate grabbed John's hand, "c'mon, let me show you around." She led the way as they entered the house. 

Kate opened the door and John got a glimpse of a stylishly decorated living room. A large couch extened around a home theater system with a small wall offsetting the whole setuo from the grandiose kitchen. A large wooden table sat in the back near a sliding glass door leading to the backyard. To the right was a hallway leading to what John assumed where bedrooms and to the left was a carpeted staircase leading up to the second floor. 

"Look out there." Kate pointed toward the sliding glass door. John saw a small, fenced in backyard with withered grass. The neighbor's house stood directly across from them, painted a dark blue color.

"What am I supposed to see?" John asked.

"The light," Emma replied. Both girls giggled. This wasn't the same laughter as before though, John thought he could here some sort of cold edge to the sound.

"Wha-" John began, but before he could finish a painful glare hit his eyes. Blinded, he staggered around, trying to shield his eyes, but the light seemed to follow him no matter where he turned. John fell to the ground, clutching his eyes shut despite the ever intensifying light. Soon, it consumed his senses and, with nothing else to do, he sank it the whiteness, abandoning himself.

John slowly came to, blinking the bright white halos out of his vision. He was lying on the cold, wooden floor of the house. How long had he been out? He needed to check on the girls, he coldn't let Gloria down on the first day here. Painfully, he rolled himself onto his chest and pushed himself up. He balled his fists and aggressively rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the painful light from his vision. As his senses returned to normal, John saw a wall in front of him. It was strangely uniform, with no visible paint cracks or marks or scuffs. It was painted a pale pink color with beige undertones. Confused, John reached out a hand to touch it. As quickly as he did that, he jerked his hand back. The wall was soft. Soft and warm.

An ear-shattering rumbling noise assaulted his ears and he instinctively clutvhed his hands to his ears. The wall began to move, raising itself up into the air. Stunned, John's eyes followed the wall towards an unbelievable sight. In front of him was an enormous leg, nearly ten times his size, hairless and smooth. His eyes followed it up to meet the enormous, shining eyes of Emma staring down at him.

Her deafening giggle forced his hands to his ears once again. "Hi John! Look how cute you are now!"

John surveyed his surroundings. It seemed like he hadn't made it past the entrance of the house. The door stood like a skyscraper above him. More importantly, Emma was sitting with her legs crossed - trapping him with her sheer size. She leaned over and he had to crane his neck just to keep eye contact. "Emma! What's going on? What happened to me?" John tried to hide the panic in his voice.

"You're tiny now silly," Emma replied in a matter-of-fact voice. "That's what we can do here."

"Emma!" Another deafening voice, this time Kate's. "You were supposed to tell me when he woke up!"

Kate walked up behind Emma. If Emma was huge then Kate was a giantess. Massive, slender legs led up to short athletic shorts and a casual graphic t-shirt. Her face was slightly obscured by her breasts,making it seem like a golden-brown halo of hair obscured her face. "Sorry Kate, he just woke up and, look at him, he's so cute! Way better than-"

"Ssh!" Kate quieted Emma who looked embarrased. "Hey there John, you look surprised."

"Kate! What's going on? You need to go get help right now!"

"No. I don't think so. We're all fine."

"Fine?? Look at me!" John was furious. Kate and Emma were so nonchalant in ignoring his condition.

"Yeah, this is how it's going to be John. You're going to be our shrunken slave when we're all alone. But don't worry, you'll still be able to work and live your life when Gloria's around."

"But what abut da-" Emma tried to interrupt but Kate kicked her in the side. "Ow!"

"Fine. Ugh, I guess you should be warned. If you don't do what we want you to do, or if you try to run away, we're going to punish you. Just like dad." Kate's smile turned devious.

"Tell him what you did Kate!" Emma was nearly bouncing up and down, John was having trouble keeping hisbalance due to the vibrations.

The smile widned, it was predatory now. "Well, John, since Emma is so excited I guess you should know." Kate leaned down, still towering over John. She extended a hand and he tried to dodge out of the way but it was impossible thanks to Emma's leg-prison. Her hand was surprisingly strong, the wind was knocked out of him as she grabbed his body between her fingers. He could feel her body heat flowing through him as she raised him far above the ground. Each finger compressed a diferent part of his body, until just his head was poking out of her fist. John took shallow breaths, trying not to give in to the hot pressure all around him. 

Kate's giant eye filled his vision. John tried to squirm away but she held him firm. "Our dad wasn't any good full-sized or tiny. He always tried to run away. He made mom sad and never visited me. And, just before Emma was born, he said that he was leaving to go far away and might not come back for a long, long time. That was when I learned I could shrink people in this house. I got mad. Really mad. And the next thing I knew he wasn't any bigger than you, no bigger than my big toe."

Kate was walking now, John could feel her hand bobbing up and down as she strode deeper into the house. "Mom thought he left. He was going to anyway so I just kept him. Until Emma was born."

"Yeah!" Emma piped up, somewhere behind you. "Tell the story!"

"Then I waited. He was my little toy, but he never wanted to be my toy, get it? He always wanted to leave me." Her voice was almost sad now. It didn't take a genius to tell she would have some major daddy issues if she didn't already. "So I did the one thing that would keep him from leaving."

"Ask what! Ask what!" Emma was nearly manic at this point.

"You heard her, ask what."

"Wha-what did you do?" John asked.

"It's not what I did, it's what Emma did. He didn't want to be a part of my life, now he has no choice but to be a part of hers."

"Kate, I don't understand." 

"Here, I'll show you." She said this playfully. but John couldn't help but feel the menace behind her voice.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" Emma's voice droned below John. He looked down and nearly fainted. Kate was holding her hand at an angle that had him nearly dangling above Emma's open mouth. Her slimy, shiny, pink tongue was writhing in her open mouth, like a snake trying to hypnotize its prey. John could see between the gaps in her baby teeth into the pink-turing-black hole that became her throat. A thin strand of saliva separated her lips, vibrating as she breathed out. Her eyes were focused on John, excited, tracking his movements within her sister's hand.

Suddenly, the world around him lurched. He was falling. John caught a glimpse of a pale red light slipping between her lips before he was enclosed in the humid darkness. He had landed on Emma's tongue. Before he could get his bearings, the muscle underneath him lurched upwards, forcing him against the hard roof of her mouth. Her tongue undulated, moving back and forth beneath him, covering him in a thick layer of saliva. Horrified, John realized she was tasting him. 

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM" John thought his eardrums would burst as the horrible vibration assaulted him. She was moaning! He tasted good! Emma's mouth was slowly filling with saliva as her body tried to convince her to swallow him, it smelled like a combination of mint and sugar - no doubt a result of her morning routine. Against his will, John's body forced him to inhale. Instead of air, he sucked in the saliva as her tongue rolled him around her mouth. She shoved him against her molars, bruising him in the process.

Suddenly, light in the darkness. She was smiling. From the inside he could see her lips part, light reflecting from her shiny white teeth. A force sent him rocketing out from underneath her togue and he hit a hard surface. Gasping, John rasied his head, fighting against the weight of the nine year old girl's spit that coated his body. She had spat him out into her hand.

"I hope we didn't scare you too much John," Kate's concerned voice reached him through the haze of fear and oxygen deprivation. "I just wanted to show you what would happen if you misbehaved. But I know you won't, you're too nice and silly. Right?"

"Yes. Yes Kate!" John needed to appease her for now. Then, once she grew him back to normal size maybe he could escape or at least tell Gloria about this. The sound of the garage door opening made them all pause...

"Well, look's like the fun is over, for now." said Kate. "But we'll pick up where we left off tonight. Don't you worry -" she added, noting the concerned look on John's face, "we'll have much more fun tonight, you'll love being our toy." 

John caught a glimpse of another mischievous smile before the light assaulted his senses again. He curled up on Emma's hand, oblivious to the world around him. Soon, the light consumed everything. 

"I'm home!" Gloria called, "John, honey, how were the girls? Not too much trouble I hope?"

Tick tock… tick… tock… All John had to judge the time passing was the sound of the clock ticking away on Kate’s wall. He swore that it was getting slower. After all, if the girls had the power to shrink him then maybe they could slow down time too. Dinner had passed much more normally than John would have thought. Who knew Kate and Emma were such good actors. Gloria had quizzed him about how his family was doing, how he liked school, if he was excited to start his new job, all the normal I-haven’t-seen-my-family-in-a-long-time small talk. Gloria was a fantastic cook, not that you would know it by her figure. She had a magnificently round ass that perfectly accentuated the curves of her hips.

Unfortunately, John was becoming far, far too familiar with Gloria’s ass.

Ealier…

“John, you gotta see our rooms!” Kate and Emma had dragged him into Kate’s room immediately after dinner.

“Go easy on him girls!” Gloria called after them, laughing and beginning to gather dishes. Kate pushed you into her room and shut the door, quietly sliding the lock into place.

“All right, I have to ask. How can you girls shrink me?” John said, surveying the bedroom. Kate was clearly embracing her teenage angst. A dark gray bedspread sat against the wall with dozens of posters of obscure alternative bands above it. Her closet door was open, revealing an odd combination of girly clothes and fashionably edgy outfits. She had covered the white carpet with a large black rug, decorated with light gray polka dots.

“We’ve always been able to shrink people, we don’t know how.” Replied Kate, “It’s just what we can do.”

“But have you ever… you know… Besides your dad?” John couldn’t help but ask. The girls looked at each other, their deep red lips curving up into sly smiles. In this moment, John noticed that their eyes weren’t a combination of blue and gray, more like blue with gray flecks. And both of them were staring at him predatorily.

“I-“

“Emma! Shush!”

“But Kate!” the two girls were arguing quietly. John was curious, a little afraid to hear the answer since it seemed like Kate didn’t want him to know something, but curious.

“Fine but it’s your responsibility.” Kate had the final word.

Emma smiled, “just once, John!”

John recoiled a little bit, she was being so nonchalant about this. “Did you… uh..?” He motioned to Emma’s stomach. She put both her hands on her belly, which now protruded slightly thanks to the hearty dinner, and shook it gently, giggling.

“No, silly! That would be too mean.”

While he had been focused on Emma, Kate snuck up on John. She pressed herself into his body. Against his will he could feel her small breasts pushing against his chest. “There was a boy in my class who wouldn’t leave me alone.” She guided John to a sitting position on the floor. Before he could protest, she had hopped into his lap, grinding imperceptibly back and forth against him. Emma took a seat against the bed across from them, her feet rested on Kate’s lap. Kate took John’s hands and placed them on Emma’s feet, John took hold of Emma’s feet, feeling the warmth of her skin through the dirty white sock. “He kept bugging me, following me home, sending me creepy texts. One time, he tried to spread a rumor that I kissed him behind school. Everyone made fun of me for weeks.”

“Rub them!” Emma chimed in, wiggling her toes in John’s hands. Emma had tiny feet and delicate toes, although he could tell they had been stuck in her shoes all day by how damp they were. Without thinking, John began to lightly massage Emma’s feet while Kate kept talking.

“One day he cornered me after school, asking why I wouldn’t give him a chance. He said he was being so nice and giving me so much attention and I was being a b-word. Then he pushed me down. I got so scared and so mad all at once and the next thing I knew he was down at my feet, screaming. So I told him, fine, I’ll put him somewhere where all his attention will be appreciated. But not from me. From Emma. And she loves people paying attention to her feet.” Kate was smiling, proud of the justice she delivered.

John slowly lowered his hands away from Emma’s feet, “so you mean?”

Emma thrust her foot in John’s face, she had taken her sock off without him noticing. “Look!” He stared at the 9 year old girl’s pale foot. Her sole slightly off-white with rough skin, her arches curving up and slightly wrinkled – smooth with small beads of sweat running down them. And her toes… In-between her slender toes was a shape. A tiny person had been taped to the inside her big toe and was frantically rubbing it and licking it with his tiny tongue. “Say hi to Johnny, John! Hey, you guys have the same name!” The girls giggled at that. They boy couldn’t be older than 13, the same age as Kate.

“Keep licking slave, maybe I’ll let you sleep in my sock again if you do a good job.” Kate spat the words out at him coldly, clearing still holding a grudge. Emma giggled as the terrified boy redoubled his efforts, worshipping Emma’s toe. John could faintly smell her foot odor, not unbearable, just a little sweaty, but couldn’t imagine what it was like for Johnny, trapped down there this whole time.

“How long has he been trapped on your foot Emma?” John questioned, fearing the answer.

“A whiiiile,” she stretched out the word playfully, “but Kate says he loves my feet so it’s ok. Especially during PE in school, he loves making sure my feet don’t get so sweaty. I don’t even have to change my socks anymore!”

John was speechless, these two girls had become even more dangerous.

“Alright girls, it’s time to get ready for bed. Come on, family stretching then brush your teeth!”

“Family stretching?” John asked.

“Yeah mom thinks that everyone should do 15 minutes of yoga per day to stay healthy” replied Kate. She opened her closet further and pulled out three rubber yoga mats, laying them on the floor.

“Girls, look, I know he deserved to be put in his place but you have to let the kid go. It’s not fair to him to keep him kidnapped like this.” John had to try to reason with them, maybe Kate would be mature enough to realize her mistake.

She frowned, “I thought you’d be proud of us John. But he’s Emma’s slave now. And don’t forget, you’re our slave too while you live here, we just like you more because you’ve been so nice to us.”

“Hey now,” said John, offended, “I’m not your slave and you guys need to be mature and own up to your actions.”

Now Emma was frowning too, “I thought you said he wanted to be our shrunken toy Kate? And I thought you said Johnny did too.”

“Oh he does Em, don’t you worry, he just doesn’t know how lucky he is yet.” Kate giggled and it was like a bolt of white lightning struck John across the eyes. Blinded, he fell on his side, clutching his head. Soon, his senses abandoned him.

Present

“Ok girls, now move into butterfly stretch, just like this. Good. It’s too bad John wasn’t feeling well, I’m sure if he did yoga with us he’d build up a better immune system.” Gloria stretched her legs wide and lowered her body towards her toes. Underneath her, John groaned as her ass shifted, crushing him beneath the moving fat and muscle. They had been at this for some time now, John had come to see Gloria in a push up position above him. She had changed into a black sports bra and black leggings. Her stomach was smooth and toned, with her abdominal muscles gently outlined by her skin. Her massive tits were barely concealed by the sports bra, which must have been at least a size too small.

Wham she lowered herself down onto the mat, trapping John against her warm skin. Thrashing about, he punched something surprisingly soft yet remarkably firm. Soon, he had wormed his way into a bad position, trapped on all sides by the warm, fleshy masses. John heard a massive drum-like sound. Boom boom… boom boom… boom boom. He realized he must be in her cleavage. That was her heartbeat. Against his will, he was getting turned on. He imagined slipping into one of the cups of her bra, being forced up against her stiff, pink nipple. Grabbing the protruding pleasure button with both hands and twisting, licking, giving her pleasure without her even knowing it. Then, she’d get so turned on she’d grab her breast and pinch the nipple, catching John accidentally and taking him for a ride down into her pants, past her panties, and then plunging into her

WHAM!!!! John lost his positioning as she lowered herself back to the ground. He fell out of her bra and, dazed, could only watched in stunned horror as she turned over. Her ass eclipsed the light, throwing his world into shadow. He looked up and saw the grinning faces of Kate and Emma staring down at him. Then, pressure and warmth all around. He was being suffocated by her ass. The flexing muscles and perfectly sculpted fat of her ass overwhelmed him. Every movement she made either pressed him against the thin fabric of her leggings or ground him further into her ass.

“That’s it. Good. Almost done girls. Now just rock gently back and forth and let your bodies relax… let the stress flow from you.” Thank god, John thought, it was almost over. Gloria may be releasing stress, but unfortunately as her muscles relaxed, her ass descended over John and, as she shifted in place, he was being dragged closer into the crack of her ass. Only sheer leggings and a gray cotton thong protected him from her hole. Suddenly, he was being squeezed on all sides by her gigantic ass cheeks as she tensed her muscles. Then, sweet fresh air, sweet release. John lay gasping on the rubber mat as Gloria stood up and shepherded the girls into the bathroom to brush their teeth.

The last thing John remembered was the bright light returning. This time, he was too tired to fight it. He sank into senselessness, knowing nothing could be worse than being shrunken under his sexy, yoga-enthusiast, distant cousin’s ass.

Kate and Emma returned John to his normal size soon after Gloria went upstairs and fell asleep. They spent the next hour or so just talking. Despite their slightly sadistic tendencies, John couldn’t help but like the girls. They were smart, quick-thinking, and genuinely optimistic despite having eaten their dad basically right under the nose of their inattentive (but caring) mother. However, the night had to come to an end at some point. It was John’s first day of work in the morning.

“Good night Kate, good night Emma. It’s been an adventure already.” He said, heading towards his room.

“Good night John!” Their sleepy voices echoed in unison.

As John got undressed and ready for bed the thought flitted across his mind that he had forgotten to call his mom. Oh well, he decided, he could just call her in the morning. Or after work. Yawning, he crawled under the sheets and closed his eyes.

His eyes opened automatically. There wasn’t any bright light, no pain, but here he was in the kitchen, barely an inch tall. Nobody was around, silence filled the room. Nervous, John started towards Kate’s room. If she shrunk him again in the middle of night he would need to have a serious talk with her. Luckily, her door was cracked open and he slipped between it and the wood frame. The carpet was difficult to walk on at his size and he quickly ran out of breath, moving forward at a snail’s pace.

He reached the foot of her bed. Still no sound, no movement, nothing to betray a human presence in the room besides his own. Realizing the impossibility of actually climbing the bed, John sat down, weighing his options. A shiver ran down his spine and, as if waiting for its cue, the door swung closed. John heard the lock click as if a ghost wanted to prevent him from escaping.

“Kate? Emma? Where are you?” He called out, genuinely uneasy now.

A voice so faint reached his ears that at first, he thought he had imagined it, “choose.” One word, so brief it could have been a stray thought.

“Hello?” He responded, turning in circles in place, trying to identify where the voice came from.

A shadow loomed over him. He looked up at the figure that stood like a skyscraper. She stood so close that he couldn’t see her face. Her feet, enormous boulders to John, were clad in dark purple socks that slid underneath a pair of similarly purple leggings. He followed the cheaply stitched seam up her legs, quickly glancing away from her crotch, and up to a black shirt emblazoned with the words “FINE YOUNG CANNIBALS.”

“This is a dream right? There’s no way this much irony exists in real life.” John thought, or asked, he wasn’t sure if he was actually speaking out loud. The girl bent over, reaching her hand out towards John. He was overcome with a gut-wrenching feeling of dread and tried to dive to the side, but his legs wouldn’t obey his brain. The fingers wrapped around him, almost painfully hot, gripping him more tightly than either of the girls had before.

“Choose.” That was definitely Kate’s voice. John was about to open his mouth when the figure spoke again, “Give in.” Now it was Emma. “Or go home.” Gloria now. John didn’t know how to react. Despite being lifted up, he still couldn’t recognize who was holding him. Suddenly he was falling, the carpet rocketed towards him and he closed his eyes, anticipating the worst. He landed on something hot and sticky. Looking around, he saw rows and rows of sharp teeth lining his prison. Beneath him was the deep red tongue he had been on so briefly before. He could see the lips of whoever’s mouth he was in smiling. Hot breath stuck his shirt to his back as the loud inhaling and exhaling threatened to knock him off his feet and towards the abyss that was the girl’s throat. She was moving now, and stood in front of a mirror. John saw himself, a tiny figure, standing on the tip of this girl’s tongue, looking insignificant. Like food. He was completely at her mercy. It might have been the adrenaline, or the slippery organ beneath him rubbing over his entire body, but he began to get aroused. He watched as the giant tongue wrapped itself around him, tossing him around the mouth like a piece of candy. Popping him up against her cheeks before pushing him to the palette to suck on him. John began to enjoy himself and didn’t notice the light fading. The mouth had closed and no sooner had he been thrown into pitch darkness than he felt himself being sucked backwards.

“No! Wait!” John screamed, but it was useless. Whoever had him in his mouth had swallowed him. As the darkness pulled him down he heard the word “choose” echo all around him.

Gasping, he came to a rough stop, tumbling back onto the carpet. “What the fuck?” He was definitely dreaming. But he didn’t have long to ponder as another foot crashed down, quickly followed by its twin on the other side. This was Emma so the last girl must have been Kate. Strangely, she was wearing the same outfit, the only difference was her body had no curves for the shirt to hug. Without a word, she raised her right foot and hovered it over John. He could see the carpet lint and general tiny debris stuck to it that would be invisible to the naked eye. “Hold on! Wait, wait wait wait!” He called up to Emma, but got no response. Her foot was whiter in places where the skin of her arches stretched as she flexed her toes. The light pink digits wiggled with anticipation as the behemoth foot lowered itself toward him. John felt the cold, rough flesh of her sole press into him, forcing him into the carpet. She wasn’t putting all her weight on him. Instead, she slowly rolled him up against her arch, then the ball of her foot, then finally his head was stuck between her middle toes. They explored his body, scrunching and grabbing him, like some sort of cheap massage. John couldn’t stop himself. He wrapped his arms around the smallest toe he could reach and started licking. It tasted mostly like skin, a little bitter, but really not bad. Approvingly, the toes loosened their grip on him, now playfully moving side to side over his face. Big toe to pinky toe, each stopped in front of his mouth for him to worship. He licked and kissed and sucked, abandoning all reason just to worship these wonderful feet. The feeling came back, he was getting turned on. As if sensing this, the foot lifted and John was left with a sense of disappointment. Emma turned, as if to walk out of the room, and raised her left foot. John made eye contact with Johnny, still taped to her big toe. “Give in.” These were the only words Johnny could manage before the foot slammed into the carpet, grinding back and forth like she was trying to squash a bug.

John ran forward, not knowing what he was going to do, there was no way Johnny could have survived a force like that at his size. However, his feet were getting harder and harder to lift. Looking down, John saw that the carpet had transformed to rubber underneath him, and he was slowly sinking into it.

“Emma, help-” he said, before the rubber rose above his head and blackness consumed him once again.

This time the darkness remained as he gained his senses back, and he could feel 2 very different materials on either side of him. One was like a piece of clothing, slightly rough textured but soft and supportive. The other was a hot, soft piece of skin. He moved his hands as best as he could and felt small bumps on a surface curving away from him. His hands hit a solid mass, stiff to the touch and much larger than any of the previous bumps. It stiffened as he explored it with his hands and, without needing confirmation, he knew it was Gloria’s nipple. He felt slightly ashamed but too turned on to stop. With same manic he put into worshipping Emma’s foot he started licking and kissing every surface he could reach. A deep moan rose from beneath him, traveling through her body. He couldn’t tell whose heartbeat he was hearing but it was like a bass drum pounding directly in his ears, speeding up… faster… faster…

A desperate hand clawed at him, grabbing him unceremoniously and ripping him away from the nipple. He felt a light pressure as he was stuffed somewhere much softer and much, much hotter. He pressed his whole body against her pussy, feeling the stiff bump that was her clit and the nubs of shaven pubic hair rubbing against him. Without warning, he was shoved inside, the tight walls constricting him and quickly covering him with a sticky fluid. He squirmed, trying to orient himself, but this was the wrong move. A titanic moan rumbled above him and the squeezing doubled in intensity. The folds of the walls contorted into awkward positions as he tried to regain control. The moans were increasing in frequency and he was getting soaked as she got even wetter. Eventually he gave up trying to orient himself and threw himself into the task of pleasuring her. John kicked out and rubbed every surface he could reach. She seemed to approve of this and started thrusting into the air, clenching John deep in her pussy as she brought herself to climax. John himself was fully turned on at this point and was willing to do whatever it took to keep this wonderful pleasure going. But, the pattern continued. Before he could even touch himself he felt himself being pushed out of the wonderful, warm hole. But he didn’t fall into her panties, he fell out into space, towards a brilliantly white light in the distance. Craning his neck back, he tried to get a view of his goddess, but there was nothing, only light. This time he didn’t feel pain, nor relief, as he sunk into the light, only a deep, aching desire for more.

 Who do you know,

Where will you stay

Big city life

Is not what they say

Johnny,

We're sorry,

Won't you come on home

We worry,

Won't you come on

What is wrong in my life

John awoke to the song “Johnny Come Home” by the Fine Young Cannibals playing on the radio. Weirded out by the irony, and the memory of his dream, he decided it must have been playing right before he woke up and that’s why he saw the shirt in the dream. As for the sexual nirvana, well… it had been a weird introduction to his new life. If this is how his body decides to respond to finding out he’s at the mercy of two girls with mysterious shrinking powers, who was he to judge? He was, however, definitely going to call home. Maybe calling his mom would return some sense of normalcy to his situation. But, now, off to work…

Day 1. John was seriously weighing the pros and cons of being trapped under a foot or an ass all day versus being stuck in his new cubicle. Time was definitely passing more slowly that was for sure. After a brief introduction, he had been handed a memo and was told to spend the rest of the day making an in-depth inventory database spreadsheet for a local livestock management company that focused on blah blah blah… Take the worst parts of country life and cubicle culture and John was right smack in the middle of it. The only silver lining in this situation was another new hire, Tatiana. He found himself tongue-tied around her but from the small amount of small talk he could muster he had found out she was 23, from Southern California, and he hated to see her go but loved to watch her leave. John’s experiences certainly hadn’t put him off a perfect ass and she definitely had one. She couldn’t be taller than 5’1 but had a beautifully proportioned body and a wonderfully exotic look about her. He guessed she was some southeastern Asian heritage, with large dark eyes, caramel colored skin, and straight black hair tied in a masterful bun to keep it out of her eyes. She had a face with subtly sharp lines that highlighted her high cheekbones. When she was focusing on something intently, she would unconsciously bite her bottom lip.  John promised himself that he would work up the courage to ask her out soon.

The workday ended like it had begun, not with a bang but with the metronome of a ticking clock. John worked his way out of the building and began to walk home, wondering what kind of psychosexual adventure Kate and Emma had in for him today.

“Hello? Kate? Emma? Anyone home?” He called out, entering the house and looking around. The house seemed deserted, no sounds of activity came from the living room nor the girls’ rooms. John headed towards his room but he stopped as he saw a note laying on the kitchen table.

It was scrawled in the shaky handwriting of a child, probably Emma, John thought. “John we r playing hide and seek. Come find us!”

Well, alright, John reasoned, this is a much more normal game. “Alright, I’ll play,” he said, projecting his voice, “but no tricks!”

He started towards Kate’s room, inching the door open and peering inside. Nothing out of the ordinary here. The bed had been left messy after she had left for school in a hurry, the comforter was draped over the side, hiding underneath. Quietly, John walked up to the bed, trying hard not to make a sound. Bending down, he could hear the stifled giggling of someone desperately trying to keep quiet but failing.

“Gotcha!” he cried, ripping the sheet away from the bed. He was met with a screech of surprise as he revealed Emma underneath.

“You found me!” She laughed and scrambled out from under the bed, “but you’ll never find Kate!”

“Oh yeah? How about you give me a hint then?”

“Nuh-uh, that would be cheeeating” she teased out her last words as she ran out into the living room.

John decided to look upstairs. The second story of the house was small, just two doors: one leading to Gloria’s room and the other a bathroom. A pull-door leading to the attic lay directly above him. John ventured into Gloria’s room. It was a tidy affair with a neutral colored design scheme, lots of light blues. A queen size bed stood in the center of the room with an ornate wooden nightstand next to it. A large dresser stood across from the bed, to the right of a walk-in closet. Across from John was a private door leading to the bathroom. All was quiet, no mysterious lumps, no telltale signs of someone hiding. John figured the walk-in closet was the most likely place to start. Gloria kept this space very neat too. Color coordinated athletic wear lined one side of the small room, with heavier winter gear on the other side. There was a small section of fancy dresses and John glimpsed something black and lacy hiding behind a revealing red dress. A smaller dresser held her socks and undergarments. There was only one place he couldn’t see, directly behind the dresses. Cautiously, he pushed the clothing aside – flash! He should’ve seen that one coming.

Groggy, John came to to a gentle, rhythmic jostling. He was surrounded by tight, coarse fabric on all sides with a solid wall flexing and pressing against him in time with the rhythmic motion. He realized he must be in someone’s pocket. “You guys really have to give me some warning” he said to no one in particular. With nothing to do but wait, he got as comfortable as he could and settled in for the ride. Eventually, a hand reached in and engulfed him. The fingers smelled starchy, like she had just been handling bread. John glimpsed nails painted a dark blue, it must be Kate then, Emma wasn’t old enough to be into that stuff. He was placed on the kitchen counter, watching giantess Kate bustle around, making herself a sandwich.

“Did you like your first day of work, John?”

The question caught him off guard, “what? Oh, I guess yeah. Not bad.”

“Ya think that’s what you’re gonna do until you get old?”

“I sure fucking hope not, oops, sorry.” He covered his mouth, he didn’t want to be a bad influence.

Kate laughed, “it’s ok, mom doesn’t like it when we swear but she’s still working and it’s just me here. Emma left to go to a friend’s house after I shrunk you.”

“Why did you shrink me?”

“I just wanted to, I like having a tiny guy that… you know… I actually like. You’re fun, John.”

“Well thanks… I guess.”

“I know you’re not happy about Johnny, but he was just so mean. No one misses him you know. I bet even his parents are glad he’s gone.”

“Look Kate, you’re old enough to know how I feel. At some point you’ll have to let him go. Besides, how do you think this will affect Emma? If she thinks she can just shrink people she doesn’t like and force them to lick her feet, or eat them, she won’t develop normally.”

“I dunno John, remember I shrunk my dad and fed him to her. Unless you’re saying that I’m not normal.” Kate had finished making her snack, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and was sitting in front of him. She took a bite and chewed loudly. John could trace the lump of food down her throat as she swallowed. “Does that make you nervous, John?” She caught him staring at her mouth.

He had to tread carefully, it was bad enough being tiny, let alone being at the mercy of a temperamental teenager. “I trust you, even if you shrink me I know you won’t hurt me.”

“Good, I’m glad you trust me.” She smiled, taking another bite. A thin fleck of spit escaped her lips, hanging from her bottom lip before breaking and falling to the floor below. “Because I want to ask you something.”

“What?” John said apprehensively, the dream from the night before still rattling around in his mind.

“Well…” She blushed, clearly she had rehearsed this in her head but actually saying it was embarrassing. “if you end up hating your job… Why don’t you live here with us? With me and Emma? You won’t be like Johnny. We’ll shrink you down to play and hide you but we won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.” Her cheeks were red and she couldn’t look him in the eye. Yup, definitely embarrassed.

“Oh boy, Kate, uh, no, I mean, geez, what do you want me to say here? I almost got crushed by your mom yesterday, you know? I don’t think that would be good for any of us.” John tried to stay diplomatic but was too caught off-guard to know what to say.

Her lips pointed down, but that was the only emotion she showed. “I’m smarter than you think John, I’m almost in high school.” John hoped she didn’t see him stifling back laughter at that comment. “I bet you liked it, right? Being trapped against her like that.” She leaned in closer, her breath blew John’s hair back as she talked. He could smell the lingering scent of peanut butter heavy on her breath.

“Kate, that’s not something we should be-”

“I know what boys like, Johnny made that very clear to me.”

“Look Johnny is a creep ok, but trust me I would much rather see the world at normal size.”

“Hmph, well you’re going to be living here for a long time, we’ll see if your mind changes. You’ll have to choose eventually John – give in or go home.”

“What did you say?” John had forgotten the dread he felt during the dream but it came rushing back full force. Kate smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. She stood up, reminding John just how much bigger than him she was. Her shirt was so thin John could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, then chided himself for noticing that.

“Well I’ll be in my room if you need me. Don’t worry I’ll change you back before mom gets home.” With that she turned and strode away.

“Kate? Hey! Don’t leave me up here!” John called after her, but it was no use. Either she didn’t hear him or chose not to turn around. She certainly kept him guessing that was for sure. Not feeling up to dealing with the complicated thoughts bouncing around in his head, John turned his attention to escaping the counter. He had to admit, the challenge of such an ordinary action turned daring stunt at his size made him more excited than anything at his actual job did. That didn’t mean he liked being tiny though, right? Definitely not. Definitely, probably, not.

Day 5. A Friday. John welcomed a long weekend, especially today. Kate and Emma did not have the day off so they would be at school unable to shrink and subject him to their ever-changing whims. They had quickly settled into a routine. Gloria would roust everyone out of bed, the day would begin in a panicked frenzy of breakfast, then John would walk to work, lobotomize himself with tedious spreadsheets and databases, trudge home, watch after (or out for) the girls, and finally a delicious dinner followed by bed. He didn’t see Gloria often besides at meals, he learned that she actually ran her own massage therapy and sport rehabilitation company and had to put in long hours while it was growing. She always made him feel welcome, though, and often he had to stop himself from looking her up and down when her attention was diverted elsewhere. He hoped that the novelty of shrinking him had worn off for the girls. It was impossible to predict when the mood would strike them but it had been almost 2 days since they had last shrunk him. Emma put him in a toy car and pretended to make him drive around a fake city while Kate played the monster, smashing her feet down next to him, pretending she only just missed each time. It was actually fun he admitted to the girls, like playing a videogame.

That being said he still remembered poor Johnny, still trapped under Emma’s feet, and, unrelated, he had yet to get any further with Tatiana. He cringed, remembering their most recent conversation. It was someone’s birthday, Greg from accounting maybe, and they were in the break room eating cheap cake. They both reached for the same piece. “Oh, sorry, you go ahead.” John had said, motioning for her to take the plate.

She laughed, “No, you take it. I like the edge pieces more anyway.”

“I’ve never heard anyone say that before in my life.” He replied, smiling at her.

She smiled back, flashing beautifully white teeth that contrasted nicely against her dark lips and skin. John nearly forgot where he was as she looked up at him. “What can I say, I like living on the edge.”

“Is that why you moved to nowhere, Wyoming?” He teased.

“One of the reasons.” She had subtly moved closer to him, their bodies were nearly touching. She tossed her head to the side, sweeping loose strands of hair out of her eyes. “If Bradshaw is so boring then why are you here Mr. anti-edge-piece?”

“My, uh, my mom told me they were hiring here and I could make enough to pay off all my loans.” Shit, why didn’t he reply with something witty, he had been doing so well.

Tatiana laughed again, a light, sweet sound. “That’s cute, very responsible. I should get back to work, talk to you soon cake police.” She lightly touched his arm, sending shockwaves radiating through his body, then squeezed past him back to her desk. That must have been a record for fastest bombing of a conversation, but, it didn’t seem like he had totally ruined it. He could play it off as a joke the next time he saw her.

Light snuck through the window and hit his eyes, causing him to squint. He rolled over in bed to check the clock. The house was silent so either he must be up way earlier or way later than usual. Shit, 6:00 in the morning, on his first day off he woke up before his damn alarm every other day. John groaned, dropping his head back onto the pillow. It felt like he had just closed his eyes for a second when the sun hit them again. He brought a sleepy hand up to cover his face but the light was still too intense. He rolled over, face down in his pillow, but the light still shone just as brightly. Aw shit, he thought, come on, not on my day off. He was getting used to it at least, he only blacked out (whited out?) for a moment before he came to. Unfortunately, that was all the time necessary for one sneaky person to grab him straight out of his bed.

“I’m gonna show you what life could be like if you choose us, John.” That was Kate whispering to him. She had him trapped in her cupped hands.

“Kate! You had better be getting ready for school and not bothering John!” Called Gloria from the kitchen.

“I’m not mom! He says he wants to sleep in anyway!”

“So let the poor boy sleep and come get breakfast, I’m not going to tell you twice young lady!” Kate stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes conspiratorially.

“You’re with me today John, just hold on.” Her hand tightened around John and swung him down to shove him in one of her pockets. The only problem was that Kate was wearing leggings today, no pockets. “Hmm… well this outfit matches too well to change now, I’ll tell you what, maybe you actually like being a girl’s slave and just don’t know it yet. That’s what we’re testing today, I’ve decided.” Her other hand pulled off her shoe as she leaned against John’s bed for balance.

John’s eyes widened as he realized what was coming. “Whoa whoa whoa, hold on Kate you could crush me in there, think about what you’re doing.”

“Oh hush, I’ve done this plenty with Johnny I know what I’m doing. Besides, you don’t really have a choice in the matter do you.” She squirmed as she said this, unconsciously gripping John tighter. That’s just what I need, shrinking me turns her on, John thought. She finally worked off her shoe, a dark blue converse sneaker, to reveal a white sock with pink rings around the toe and heel sections. “Maybe… just a little smaller, just to be safe.” She muttered to herself. John felt woozy and his vision swam in and out of focus, everything had a small white halo around it. Snapping back to reality, John got a birds eye view of his prison, now seemingly even higher up. He realized he was even smaller, definitely less than an inch tall.

Her gripped loosened and he slipped into the soft cotton of her sock. He could still see through the tiny gaps in the fabric, and he watched as Kate’s hazy face flashed him a smile before a rough force knocked him deeper into the sock. Her hand was jostling him into position from outside her sock. Her feet were larger than Emma’s. They were whiter, turning into pink flesh around the pads of her feet up to her toes and down towards her heel. John was forced up against the smooth flesh underneath her foot as she adjusted him. “Not there dummy.” Her voice was still light, she really didn’t think this was a punishment he realized. Her fingers pinched at him through the sock and dragged him up until he was lying horizontally under her toes. The giant digits rested themselves across his body, her pinky toe covering a majority of his face. Thankfully, she took showers in the morning so only the faint scent of apple body wash was detectable as she grabbed and squeezed playfully at his body.

“Confusing” would be the word that John used to describe the following hours trapped in Kate’s sock. She slipped her foot into her sneaker and set off into the kitchen, paying John no more mind than she would a pebble in her shoe. John on the other hand was constantly aware of every motion she made. Walking was only half of it, even at the table she would constantly be tapping her foot against the ground or squeezing him with her toes. The air in her sock eventually grew humid with both of their body heat not helping the process. When she stepped down on him the pressure was immense, like the world itself was crashing down on him. But when she was just playing with him, wrapping her toes around his body and manipulating it… That was more like a massage than John cared to admit. Later, while Kate was stuck in class and John has nothing to do but listen to the muffled sounds of her math teacher drone on and on, he started to explore what little he could. He reached his arms around one of her middle toes, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingers. It was perfect, like soft marble, and the way she could manipulate him just by twitching the smallest part of her body elicited new, unfamiliar feelings in John.

Drip. A faint impact on his face brought him back to reality. He must have dozed off in the crevice between her toes. The smell of body wash was certainly gone, replaced by a natural skin smell, heightened almost to the point of unpleasantness but not quite. Drip. Another splash hit his face, what was it? That was when John realized the only thing it could be, her feet were starting to sweat. “Oh gross, come on Kate!” but his words were muffled by her shoe and lost to the outside world. He began to struggle, thrashing against his dexterous cage. Outside, Kate felt the little man in her shoe move and shuddered imperceptibly. She could do whatever she wanted with him and he would be powerless to stop her. Hell, he would be powerless to stop just one of her toes. Above John, the massive toes flexed, giving him a brief respite, before curling around his body once again. This time, Kate stretched her foot within the shoe, carrying John up with it. The movement put him face to… pad? With her longest toe, about the same size and width as he was. John had an idea. He hated himself for it but he knew that if he wanted to avoid experiences like this he would have to stay on these girls’ good sides. He took the toe and began to tentatively lick it. It just tasted like skin. Sure he was ashamed, embarrassed, and a host of more complicated feelings, to be licking a teenager’s toe while trapped in her sock, but it was a means to an end. He could feel each groove in Kate’s toe underneath his tongue, as if licking a giant fingerprint. Soon, he was feeling dehydrated, the amount of spit on the toe was laughable, as if pointing out exactly how powerless and tiny he was. Tired and unsure if Kate even felt that, he began to rest.

“Oooh you made a good choice tiny John. That was the best math class ever.” Kate nearly purred the comment, it was so quiet and so hoarse.

“Kate… I… I need water.” John croaked, positive that Kate couldn’t hear him.

“Well I guess you’ve earned a break, hold on, it’s nearly time for gym anyway and I won’t make you go through that under my feet. Not yet anyway!” She finished with a small giggle. In a whirl John was yanked out of her sock and jammed in a pocket in her backpack. He heard the clanging of lockers and the clamor of voices all around him, he must be in a locker room. Kate was chatting with her friends, complaining about boys and parents and talking about the newest edgy music that somehow maintained its appeal to teenagers despite everyone loving it. Then, silence. John always had been bad at estimating time passing so the period felt like hours.

John fell asleep again, exhausted and sweating from his time underneath Kate’s feet. The smell of her foot lingered on him as if claiming him for its own. He chose not to dwell on it and instead drifted into a fitful sleep.

John woke up to the sound of arguing voices. They sounded like Kate and Emma so he must be home. If that was the case then that meant this had been the longest period of time that he had been shrunken for. He was a little nervous, what if there was some sort of time limit? There was no way he could let himself be stuck like this forever.

“You took him Kate! You took him and it isn’t fair! I want my turn now too!”

“Em, relax, I just wanted to show him what it would be like living with us. You want John to live with us right?”

“Yeah… I guess… But it’s still not fair! How come you get to do all the fun stuff with John first? I want a turn!”

“You’ll get a turn, Em, just wait a while ok? Mom is gonna be home soon anyway.”

“Stop it Kate! You’re being mean! I want my turn with him NOW!” Emma shrieked in the way only an angry little girl could. Suddenly, John’s world was inverted as the pocket he was lying in was yanked off the ground and carried into the air by a sprinting Emma.

“Emma! Come back here now! You’re being such a brat!”

“I’m telling mom you said that! You’re supposed to look after me Kate but you’re just being mean and selfish!!”

John could vaguely tell she was heading upstairs but with all the jostling going on, he could barely tell which way was up let alone which way they were going.

“Stupid meanie Kate, mom told us to let you rest today. Where are you?!” She demanded, searching around the backpack violently, throwing books and pencils on the floor.

“EMMA! You better not be doing anything stupid!” Kate was making her own way up the stairs. John hated to say it, but he would much rather be in Kate’s hands right now.

“Shut up Kate, you’re stupid! Aha! Here you are! Why were you hiding from me?!” Emma ripped John out of the backpack and held him up to her face. Her eyes were watering and a small line of snot was dripping out her nose. Her cheeks were flushed with anger and she frowned angrily as she stared at him. “Why do you want to be with Kate and not me huh?” She asked, barely concealing the betrayed sob in her voice, “is it because she has puberty and I don’t?”

“Emma, it’s not like that, I didn’t have a choice!” John tried to explain but Emma was hearing none of it.

“Yes you did John! You… you… you didn’t have to choose her!” Emma was crying now, large tears sliding down her face, staining her shirt. “Well if that’s the stuff you want then you’ll love it here! And Kate will never find you in mom’s secret drawer! I’ll come get you when you’re ready to be nice and apologize.” With that, she tossed John into the back of a small wooden compartment and slid it shut. Only a thin beam of light escaped through the edges of the drawer, not illuminating its contents, but allowing John to see his hand in front of his face. He listened as the girls confronted each other:

“Where is he Emma!?” Kate shouted

“Get off me! You had your turn! Just leave me alone!” John heard a muffled crash and several high-pitched grunts, the girls must be wrestling on the floor of Gloria’s room.

“Ow! No biting! Or I’ll tell mom on you Em. Then she’ll take John away forever!”

“Then I’ll tell on you too you butt-head! I’ll say you made me eat dad and then you’ll go to jail forever because you were so bad!”

“Stupid, you actually ate him!”

“No you’re stupid! You shrunk him dummy!”

“Shut up!”

“Ow! No you shut up!”

“Hey! No biting! No biting! Ow! Stop it Em! Why are you being so mean to me? I just wanted John to stay and maybe mom would let him stay forever and he could make her stay and take care of us more and we would finally have a real family!” Kate had been tipped over the edge. With deep, heart-breaking sobs she thundered out of the room. John could hear her stomps crescendo with her sobs until a door slammed, shaking the whole house.

“Kate… I didn’t mean… Don’t cry Kate I’m sorry. Kate? Kate come back I’m sorry I was mean I didn’t mean it.” Forgetting John, Emma took off after her sister.

“Jesus Christ.” John muttered, forgetting where he was in all the commotion. “What a fucking mess.”

Another door opened, “I’m hooooome!” Gloria called out in a sing-song voice. “Kate? Emma? John? Great news, I have the weekend off! We can finally take John to all the coolest places in Bradshaw. What do you say girls? John? Hellooo?” She trailed off after not receiving an answer.

John heard Emma say something to her but it was too quiet for him to make out. “Oh, it’s ok sweetie, Kate’s just having a hard time handling all these new emotions. Why don’t you make yourself a snack and watch TV? I’ll have a word with her later once I change and she calms down a little bit.”

Like a horror movie, John heard Gloria’s feet climbing the stairs and was powerless to do anything to improve his situation. He didn’t even know where he was. Thump thump… thump thump… thump thump thump thump… thump thump thump thump thump thump… The footsteps stopped in front of whatever piece of furniture John was hidden away in.

“But before dealing with all that,” Gloria was talking to herself, “Time for a little ‘me’ time.” John heard a rustling sound and the characteristic noise of a zipper. A light clatter as her clothes hit the floor.

What had Emma said? “Mom’s secret drawer?”

“Mom’s secret drawer.”

“Mom’s secret drawer.”

“Mom’s secret drawer.”

The words echoed in John’s head, no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t twist them into some situation that would turn out good for him. The best he could hope for was Gloria finding him – who knew what the fallout from that would be, but at least he would be spared whatever awaited him if she didn’t.

Gloria turned on her bedroom light, increasing the amount of light filtering into John’s wooden cell. “you have got to be fucking kidding me.” He couldn’t help himself but say it out loud. Before him stood what could have been the Guinness Book of World Record’s most intricate collection of dildos. There were your staple vibrators, large black rods (sometimes simple is best), curved sticks with odd rotating ends, dildos with a little nub on the bottom for the ass-centric woman, and, finally, an extraordinary piece. Multicolored, like an artfully blown piece of glass, nubs and bulges and crevices and twisting tips decorated the strange, strange dildo. Ironically, there was a perfectly John-sized wedge complete with handholds and footholds just waiting for him to hide in.

“Fuck it. What are the odds?” John murmured to himself. Down to business, no time, no hesitation. Gloria pulled open the drawer just as John positioned himself comfortably within the folds of the bulbous adult toy.

“Hmm now which to pick, which to pick” Gloria whispered to herself, “as if I didn’t already know. Come on, I bought you for a reason, didn’t I?” As if they shared a single consciousness John knew with 100% certainty that he could read her mind. He also knew with 100% certainty that he was completely, utterly, and universally boned. In every since of the word. After all, you multiply 100% and 100% that’s 10,000% certainty. That’s a very, VERY high certainty.

Bracing himself for a traumatic, if not subconsciously wished for, ordeal, John felt her hand grip the piece, felt himself being raised into the air, felt himself being carried over to the bed, felt the impact as she sat down, and felt a slow motion downward.

Gloria traced the lines of her body with the phallic object. She savored the cold plastic against her skin, stimulating her dark pink nipples and dragging it slowly over each of her magnificent D-cup breasts. Her pale skin was illuminated underneath the gentle dim yellow lamp on her bedside table. John caught scattered glimpses of the scattered bumps lining her lighter ink areolas as he both savored and dreaded the coming storm. He was treated to a ride down past her ribs, hard lines giving the dildo some turbulence as she dragged John down to her navel. Her skin was taught and smooth underneath him. He could almost reach out and touch her. Her legs traveled out like a mountain range in front of him, ending in dainty feet. Everything about her was athletic and perfectly manicured. John felt arousal rising and rationalized it, the whole shrinking situation was out of his control anyway. If this was going to happen, he sure wasn’t going to hate himself for it.

He felt a small dip, looked back, and saw the edge of her flat stomach protruding just slightly above him. The underside of her boobs obscured most of her face, only giving him a view of her mouth and nose between her cleavage. She was biting her lip hard in anticipation, breathing fast and heavy but trying not to make any noise.

He could see where smooth skin became darker, colored by hair follicles that had been shaved or waxed so close to the skin that only someone as close to her as John could have noticed them. He was just being rubbed over her mound now, angling downward. With a small gasp and moan, Gloria pushed the dildo downwards, rubbing her labia and the insides of her thighs with it. John was facing outward but could still feel the intense, burning heat emanating from her. “Oh fuck yeah,” she moaned, her voice husky and full of lust. A smell met John’s nose, something intense, not like anything else in the world. It smelled like Gloria. The musky, strong scent of Gloria that only encouraged the blood to flow down to his now throbbing erection no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.

She tensed and pushed the dildo in. John felt resistance and then a smooth gliding motion, accompanied by a smothered, drawn-out moan from Gloria. She covered her face with a pillow, gasping and panting into it, trying to hide her moans. She pushed deeper, John was well inside her thighs now. He could see her beautifully sculpted legs quiver as she pleasured herself, her toes flexing as she squirmed and lost control. The thickest part was in now and Gloria was working herself into a rhythm. In and out and in and out, each thrust in accompanied by increasingly intense moans and increasingly loud, wet sounds. He was getting closer and closer to the heat, he could see the top of her pussy. The folds stood open, as if welcoming him, with the nub of her clitoris exposed, being rubbed by one of the dildo’s many bumps.

Then, the inevitable. With a muffled shriek of pleasure, Gloria thrust the dildo inside her, all the way to the base. John was immediately drenched in her pussy juices. The heat was almost painful, burning into his very core. Next came the compression. Unlike in his dream, he could breathe, but each breath was a labor with her walls compressing and squeezing his chest as she brought herself closer to orgasm. She twisted the dildo inside her, squeezing her legs together, and John felt like he was going to pop. Now he was facing down, his face being rubbed into the inner walls of her pussy. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Losing his grip, he fell off the dildo, into the mouth of the beast. Gloria was nearly lost in her own pleasure and, considering the many edges and shapes that made up her dildo, didn’t notice a single tiny, shrunken man squirming inside her. She used both hands to thrust it in now, increasing the tempo, her heart was pounding and each exhale consisted of a high-pitched gasping moan. John was buffeted within her, pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy by the unforgiving piece of plastic. He finally reached a safe place, far back inside her body, but the tight pulsing flesh held him in place. He could hear her heart like a beating drum, increasing as she neared climax. He could also feel her breathing. Each time she thrust the dildo into herself she took a deep breath, clenching around John in pure bliss. As she withdrew it, she relaxed, covering John with her juices and squeezing him lightly within the folds of her throbbing pussy.

Suddenly, the squeezing became twice as intense and twice as fast. John nearly had the wind knocked out of him as her pussy gripped him tighter than a hand. Unbeknownst to him, she had started massaging her clit, exponentially increasing her pleasure. Pulse, relax, squeeze, relax, breathe, relax, John felt as if her body were consuming his own for her pleasure. He was nothing but an object lost inside her, causing her body to writhe and twist as she brought herself to the heights of orgasm.

Gloria bit down on a pillow, grasping wildly at her bedsheets, as she came. The dildo had been released and stood buried within her pussy. With her legs quivering and shudders still racking her body she tried to relax. Still, she couldn’t stop involuntarily clenching her pussy, something about this session in particular had been wildly pleasing. John, inside, had been completely doused in cum, nearly choking on the viscous fluid. Yet, the dildo prevented his escape. He had to wait, patient, as Gloria calmed down. The grooved walls of her insides incrementally loosened their grip on his body as her heart rate returned to normal. With a deep moan, she slid the large piece of plastic out of her body. John scrambled to follow it but couldn’t keep up. He was still inside her as she stood up to wash the piece off.

John’s world inverted. The blood rushed to his head as Gloria stood up and he was held upside-down by her tight pussy. Her bare legs moved back and forth below him as she walked towards the bathroom. Inch by inch, John slipped downward, aided by gravity and the motion of her body. Finally he fell free, hitting the carpeted floor hard. Trying to catch his breath, John watched his new goddess walk naked to the bathroom. Her large, perky ass swaying back and forth as she sauntered off. Her skin was perfect, backlit by the lamp. John could see the two dimples right above her ass, and the gentle curve of her back leading around to her two her wonderfully full breasts. She turned to open the door and John noticed her nipples were still erect, like two sensitive, pink buttons against the magnificent curves of her body.

“Mom’s secret drawer” John gasped, not fully in touch with reality. “Jesus, what a fucking drawer huh. Hey, whatever, or whoever, is listening… Bring on the light. I’m done for now.” He collapsed onto the carpet, but his vision faded to black not to white. The last thing he saw was the bottom of Gloria’s foot pass over him as she got dressed. Everything after that was a blur, shades of gray. He sank into blissful unconsciousness.

Day 6. John had a lot on his mind. Oddly enough he missed the conformity that his cubicle job provided him. Were he there, he would be able to just sit and think. Emma had snuck back into her mom’s room while she was talking with Kate and rescued John, returning him to his original size while he was still unconscious. Yet here we was, the first weekend he was spending with his family and he could barely look Gloria in the eyes. Well, he could, but after getting more acquainted with her body he couldn’t help visualizing her naked form every time he looked at her.

This Saturday, Gloria insisted that they take John on a tour of Bradshaw. “You’re going to be here or a while, you should know all the best spots, best bars, you know, somewhere you could go to impress that special someone.” She laughed and elbowed him playfully. Kate and Emma joined in. John thought of Tatiana, the Gloria. Gloria. Tatiana. If all the rules flew out the window, he knew who he would pick. But, shouldn’t he try to keep his sanity by trying to establish some sort of normalcy? He should take some initiative, he had been too (justifiably) wrapped up in this whole shrinking thing. He decided that he would ask Tatiana out for a drink on Monday.

Day 7. Sunday. John helped Gloria and the girls clean the house and do various chores. These menial tasks were helping John’s psyche, and the past two days had passed without any shrinking hijinks. Kate and Emma were just normal girls. Emma refused to leave him alone, jealous of Kate, barraging him with the questions any ideas of any normal 9-year old girl. No shrinking, no strange innuendos, just normal family hanging out. Kate talked to him about school, her interests, what he was like when he was a teenager, the usual. But she kept looking at him, like she knew a secret. Like she knew what had happened with Gloria. But how could she? She didn’t know where Emma had hidden him much less what had occurred behind closed doors. Yet she had a strange glint in her eyes, almost predatory, like she was seeing all the things she could do with him and not him as a person.

As John was taking out the recycling, a sheet of paper fell from the bin and onto the floor. John picked it up and noticed it was a bank statement. Normally, he wouldn’t be interested in Gloria’s personal information but, after being inside her, he felt he could take some liberties. Strangely enough, Gloria’s name wasn’t on the bill, it was her husband’s account, still active even after all the time he had disappeared. This purchase was recent, within the month, and enormous. It nearly drained the entire account. John supposed that perhaps this was Gloria’s way of moving on after years of waiting for him to appear, splurging on herself. But it was still odd. Shrugging, he threw it into the mass of recycling and moved on with his life. He hadn’t seen a new car, no fancy new electronics, nothing that could cost that much. He made a mental note to look for some expensive trinket that could explain the odd bill, maybe a piece of jewelry or something. Maybe the dildo was the purchase? He doubted it but hey, who knows how far some people are willing to go to satisfy their niche fetishes.

Day 7 and 99/100. John was fast asleep when something woke him up. He tried to open his eyes but all he saw was darkness. Pitch black. His eyes felt cold and there was a pressure on his chest. Reaching up, he grasped the thin legs of a young girl. “Gotcha!” It was Kate, sitting on his chest and covering his eyes with her feet. She giggled, scrunching the skin of his face with her toes before bouncing off him and running out of the room.

Day 8. Monday. “Hey, uh, Tatiana, do you want to grab a drink after work or something?” John asked, stammering nervously but managing to truck through the question.

“Hmm I don’t think I’m doing anything. Ok, I’m down, where were you thinking Mr. Edgy?” She smiled at him.

“First off, I’m edgy now? I was severely anti-edge just last week if you remember. But I was thinking Santiago’s? It’s a little dive bar close by – my, uh, aunt showed it to me over the weekend.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Alright, cool cool, cool cool cool.” John flailed, looking for a way to end the conversation.

“See you later then.” Tatiana flashed him another dazzling smile and turned to walk away.

“Yup.” If he couldn’t think of anything to say he was just going to keep it short and sweet.

The day passed much quicker after that. John basked in the post-success glow of asking out a hot girl. At quitting time, he moved on over to her desk, “so you ready?”

She glanced up, packed a couple loose belongings into her purse, and stood up. “You know it, let’s get that drink.” They walked out of the office. John turned towards the main street but Tatiana caught his arm. “C’mon, I’ll drive.”

“Oh, great. It’s just a couple blocks away though.”

“It’s no problem really, I like driving.” She pulled a keyring out of her purse and pressed the unlock button. Chirp chirp. Goddamn, she drove a Maserati convertible, jet black, and looking like it had just been driven off of the lot.

“There’s no way this job pays you that well. Either that or I’m the worst salary negotiator of all time.” Now John was truly nervous, Tatiana was becoming even more of an enigma.

She laughed, looking at him over her shoulder, “You know it doesn’t, but I have some other business ventures going for me. I’ll tell you about them sometime. Hop in!” John slid into the passenger seat and just finished buckling his seatbelt as Tatiana gunned it down the street. 3 blocks later, so like 30 seconds, they had parked outside of the bar. From the outside it didn’t look like much, a neon relic of an older generation. But the inside revealed a cozy interior with intimate booths and walls lined with wilderness memorabilia.

They both ordered beers, and started talking about what they had in common. They broke the tension by gossiping about their new coworkers, laughing at their quirks and strange tendencies. Soon the conversation moved to their personal lives. She told him that her parents were both cosmetic surgeons in California and that they had a weird interest in collecting antique books. A little shyly, he told her that his parents ran a small sporting goods store in his hometown and that since the recession they had been struggling for money. That’s why he had taken the job here, the faster he could pay off his debts from college the faster he could get his family back on their feet. She didn’t seem to judge at all. He really felt a connection with her. The outside world faded into the background as they talked, ordering another round of drinks, then another. John jumped as the phone in his pocket vibrated. He looked at the caller ID, the call was coming from the house – maybe Kate or Emma needed something.

“Hello?”

“Hi John,” it was Kate, “where are you? You’re usually home by now?”

“Oh hi Kate, I’m just having drinks with a friend, I’ll be back soon, do you need anything?”

“A friend? A girl friend?”

“I suppose so, not a girlfriend Kate, a girl friend. Got it?”

She let out a small laugh, “Oh I got it John. Have fuuun!” She hung up.

Tatiana was smiling, looking at him, “who was that?” She was trying to hold back laughter.

John rubbed his temples, why did that have to happen in front of Tatiana? “Just my cousin, she’s very interested in my love life I guess.” They shared a laugh. The stress of talking to Kate in front of his possible love interest had given him a small headache and he kept rubbing his temple.

“Are you ok?” she looked slightly concerned.

“Yeah, just a headache, but–” a flash of bright light accompanied by dizziness. Why now? What could possibly be their goal here? The table had risen a couple inches. Oh, they’re messing with me, thought John. “I think I should probably go home, but let’s do this again, yeah?”

“Here let me help you.” Tatiana rose out of the booth and helped him to her car. “And let’s definitely do this again.” She kissed his cheek, causing a fireball to run through his body, temporarily distracting him from the headache. He managed to play it cool, getting to the car without too much support. The drive home was a blur.

He needed to confront Kate about this, she had really overstepped herself this time. Who knows what could happen to him if she shrunk him in a public space? Maybe she didn’t understand the consequences of her actions as much as John assumed 

Day 8. Monday evening.

“Kate!” John called, throwing open the front door and striding into the house, “we need to talk.”

“What do you need to talk with Kate about, John?” Gloria was sitting in the living room watching some sitcom on TV.

“Oh, Gloria, uh, just a phone call nothing important. She called me while I was at work and I wanted to know what she wanted. Is she in her room?”

Gloria stretched, raising her arms in the air, causing her shirt to ride up above her midriff to expose her flat, toned stomach. “Kate isn’t here John, she’s out with her friends. But that’s ok, what do you want to say to her?”

“Uh…” John was bewildered by Gloria’s insistence, he had never seen her actually focus on something for more than a few moments. “I need to make a call actually, one sec.” John scurried off to his room before Gloria could question him further.

Looking through his phone, John was looking for something to stall with. Contacts… “Mom.” Oops, he had completely forgotten to call her and check in amidst all the excitement. He pressed the green button and held the phone up to his ear. Dial tone… dial tone… then, “the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service. Please hang up and try again.” What the hell? Why didn’t she tell him she got a new number? Not even a text? Thinking back on things, something was odd in this situation. Could Kate and Emma even shrink him from that great a distance? He also didn’t recall ever actually telling Tatiana where he lived. Plus, as soon as he walked through the door his headache had vanished and he had returned to normal size, that had never happened before.

“Problems, John?” Gloria was standing in the doorway, arms outstretched, blocking the exit.

“Look, Gloria, I know this is going to sound crazy but I don’t think I can go on like this if I don’t tell you. Once again, I know this is going to sound crazy but please hear me out. I think Kate and Emma have some sort of power. They can shrink and grow me whenever they want to. I know, I wouldn’t have believed it either but they keep doing it while I’m trying to live my life and it’s driving me crazy. At first they promised they’d only do it when we were alone but now it’s while I’m at work, miles away, I don’t feel safe being in public knowing that at any second I could be a fraction of an inch tall.” John paused to take a breath. He hadn’t realized how much of a burden this had been on him, it was a relief to unload this information on Gloria, even if she didn’t believe him.

“Well… John, it sounds like your biggest problem is your indecision.” She replied, speaking carefully and thoughtfully.

“Excuse me?” This was not any of the responses John had expected to his story and he was caught off guard.

“The way I see it, if your story is true, you’re trying to live in two worlds here. You can either live your life, keep your awful job, make some money, move back home, and live a content life. Middle America tried and true, you and millions of other people will live and die after a life filled with above average peaks. Or… you could take the unique opportunity you’ve been given here. Choose to submit, and live a unique, wild life, full of experiences only you can could possibly know. You’d be able to live out fantasies beyond your wildest dreams.”

“Gloria… Did you know about your daughter’s powers?” John was horrified by her nonchalance. He took an inadvertent step back, tripping over the bedframe and landing on top of his sheets.

“Of course, ever since they shrank down that unfaithful, manipulative, cheating scum that was my husband. I thought they’d like to keep him as a pet, but his escape attempts just became way too tiresome. I told Kate that it would help Emma grow up big and strong if she got very special protein that only a person had in their body and, well, you know the rest. As for that bully, well, he would’ve turned out to be a scumbag too. I’m proud of the girls, putting him in his place like that, they deserve to be worshipped like the goddesses they are. As for me, I’m not a cruel woman John, but that afternoon… You know exactly which one I’m talking about… That was the most pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life. I’m sure it was good for you too. That could be your life John.” She stood over him, as close as possible without touching. “But you have to choose. I’m not going to force you to do anything John, neither are the girls. If you refuse, you can leave, no consequences. Keeping an unwilling slave is too much headache.”

“I…I…I” John sat speechless, she had known the whole time. She had let Kate and Emma do that to him and pretended to be ignorant. “Why?” The only word he could muster.

“Think about it like a trial period. Women like us, we have to be careful. When an opportunity arises, a whole network of us come together to see if the slave will be a good fit. Whether or not they’re willing or unwilling. How easily they’ll break.” She emphasized the last word, staring John dead in the eye. “But 10 days are nearly up. You’ve had a taste of what we have to offer John. Time to choose.”

“A… a network?”

“Some of us do the duty of isolating the target. Controlling their work, monitoring social activity, removing access to the outside world… friends… family… can you think of anyone like that John?”

“Oh come on, a secret society of women who all have the power to shrink people?”

“You’ve accepted the fact that you can be shrunk pretty easily into your worldview, is that really the deal-breaker for you John? That’s what you find impossible? You’re smarter than that.”

“Bullshit. No way Tatiana did that. She really got a job in the middle of nowhere, monitored me constantly, and even hacked my phone – just because you want to keep me around as a shrunken slave for your kids? What the fuck, Gloria?”

“Oh no, no John, not for Kate and Emma. Sure, they’d get you sometimes, after all it’d be selfish to deny them the pleasure that kind of power brings. But no, you’d be mine John. You’d be mine to serve my every whim, to provide both of us with the ultimate pleasures. And there’s other perks too you know…”

“Believe her John, this is an opportunity too good for you to pass up.” Tatiana had slipped in the house silently and was standing behind Gloria. Even with her dark complexion, John could tell she was blushing.

“Tatiana… how could you? I thought we had a real connection.” John was betrayed, confused, angry, and loathe though it may be, indecisive. It had been just over a week but this was the most alive John had felt in years.

“We did John, we do, we still can… You just have to choose. Give in John, trust your body and your instincts. Or go home, be the mediocre man you had always planned to be.

“This is impossible, you can’t ask me to choose to be your shrunken little toy, don’t you hear how ridiculous that sounds?”

“Maybe he needs another taste before he decides. And before time runs out.” Gloria said to Tatiana, smiling, a barely concealed look of anticipation on her face.

Tatiana bit her lip, “maybe he does.” She slunk up to John, touching his chest with her hand, sliding her body on top of his. He moved his hands around her waist, feeling her slender form underneath her clothes. She started to grind her hips onto him, back and forth right over his crotch, breathing heavily and staring directly into his eyes with a hungry look on her face. Her mouth was slightly parted as the pleasure built up within her. This time the white light came with a relaxing warmth, as if John had been submerged in an infinity pool combined with a hot spring. He never lost consciousness, instead, felt the pressure on him increase as more and more of Tatiana’s weight was distributed over his increasingly small body. His vision returned and he found himself standing in Tatiana’s open palm.

“You’re in for a wild ride kid.” Gloria stood next to Tatiana, pressing the light, white skin of her body into Tatiana’s caramel skin. Her hand found Tatiana’s and John was sandwiched between them. He was pressed into the slightly smaller, softer hand of Tatiana by the colder, drier skin of Gloria. The two locked fingers, trapping John as his world inverted. Gloria had mounted Tatiana and the two were kissing passionately on top of John’s bed. John heard frantic fumbling as the two tore their clothes off while not stopping exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. John was released and dropped onto his sheets. Above him the two women were creating the goddess with two backs. Tatiana’s head was arched back in pleasure as Gloria kissed and bit her ear. Tatiana had smaller tits than Gloria but the woman handled them like they were priceless treasure. Gloria’s hands twisted and pinched her erect nipples, rubbing her dark areolas and gripping the mounds of flesh tightly. Tatiana let out a husky moan, turning her head to face John. Her eyes were nearly rolled back in pleasure and her mouth hung open as she panted, unable to contain her lust. A thin line of spit fell out of her mouth, vibrating as she made tiny, involuntary movements with her lips, mouthing a silent language of pleasure.

Gloria raised her head, pausing her exploration of Tatiana’s body to address John. “Do it John. Choose. Fuck us. Choose a life worth living. Serve us and this could be your every day. You can reach nirvana with us John. Just give in, submit. Make us your goddesses.” Her voice was an octave deeper, animal-like and hungry for pleasure. She was breathing just as hard as Tatiana, obviously barely restraining herself from going to town on the younger girl.

Tatiana let out another high-pitched, breathy moan. “Do it John, serve us. It feels so fucking good. Let your instincts take over.”

“Choose.” They said in unison.

“I want to go home.” John said, firm in his decision.

“Well we lied, you can’t go home, gotcha.” Said Gloria. “We’re already in space, just look out the window.” John turned his head in time to see an asteroid hurtling past them just outside of the window.

“Noooooo!” Cried John.

“Yes John” said Tatiana, before pulling off her face to reveal a hideous, wriggling green tentacle underneath.

Then John snapped out of his dream. What kind of tacky dream was that? He thought, turning over to rest his face on the cooler side of the bed. I need to stop watching cartoons with Emma. The giant form next to him shifted, creating an indent on the bed and causing him to lose traction and roll into hit, stopping only when he hit the soft flesh of her ass.

It had been 30 seconds since he had agreed to live permanently as Gloria’s shrunken man. Actually, about a year but time flies when you’re having fun. And what simple fun it was. He was spared the life of an office drone to instead focus on serving his 4 goddesses. He and Tatiana could never be in a relationship, the idea of a giantess considering a mere toy like that was laughable, but he could still pleasure her in ways no other man could. Speaking of pleasure, John craned his neck to take in the full view of Gloria’s magnificent ass. He was hers to do with as she pleased, pleased being the keyword. He estimated that 75% of his time was now spent on or inside her when he wasn’t hanging out with Kate and Emma.

“So you belong to us now?” Kate had asked, when Gloria had set him down on the kitchen table, announcing that the secret is blown and they didn’t have to pretend anymore.

“I guess so. Your mom made a convincing argument.”

“Yay!” Kate’s face lit up and she grabbed John brusquely, rushing off to her room. Gloria and Emma were left sitting around the table.

“Mom?”

“Yeah, Emma?”

“How long is John gonna last?”

“Hopefully longer than your father.” They laughed.

Kate slammed the door to her room shut. “So you’re ours. I knew you liked it when we shrunk you!” She placed John on her bed and stood triumphantly, hands on her hips, as if she found out his biggest secret.

“Kate, that doesn’t change–”

“Shut up slave! Talk only when I let you talk! And you will refer to me as goddess Kate!” Was she serious? John couldn’t read her face. They stood, facing each other, John refused to break the standoff. Then, first slowly, then rapidly, her stone-faced pursed lips broke into a smile. Her body shook as she tried to contain her laughter. “You should see the look on your face!”  

Relieved, John smiled, glad their dynamic wouldn’t change. “You had me for a second there Kate, I-”

“Shush! You’re still my toy, and you’re still going to serve me… You’re just my friend too y’know. Now, first I think I want you too… help me get ready to go hang out with friends.”

“Ok, sounds easy enough I guess.”

“Great, I’m just going to do my makeup first, aaaaand you’re too tiny to help with that. So howabout you brush my teeth?” Without waiting for a response, she grabbed John. She raised him up to her mouth. John got a quick glimpse of her slightly chapped lips coated in a subtle red lipstick before they opened, awaiting his entry. Her hot wet breath hit his face. It was not pleasant, more like a mixture of old cereal combined with old chicken sandwich left to dissolve in her mouth – likely what she had eaten earlier. “Aaaaahhhhhhhh!” She held him dangling over her open mouth, using her hands to uncap a tube of toothpaste and rub it all over his flailing body. Her tongue swayed back and forth, like a huge pink snake waiting to feed. When he was coated head to toe in the painfully minty fluid, she dropped him in her mouth.

He hit her tongue hard, temporarily stunned. She closed her mouth, humming some simple tune. To her, the sound was barely noticeable but to John it was like a foghorn. He had to orient himself to the humidity and lack of oxygen inside her mouth too, combined with the overwhelmingly minty smell of the toothpaste coating his body he felt lightheaded. The thick tongue slipped itself free from underneath him, causing him to tumble to the hard bottom of her mouth. Her tongue hit him like a train, pushing and rubbing him against the smooth, hard surface of her teeth. Even within the confined space of the 13-year old’s mouth John was buffeted about in a foamy sea of toothpaste. This can’t be the most efficient way to do this. He thought to himself. After several minutes he was finally pushed against the soft, fleshy inside of her cheek, outside of her teeth. He was treated to a view of a table covered in niche makeup products John couldn’t identify. Then, Kate raised a bottle of water to her mouth. A large torrent of cool water engulfed John, bringing him back on top of her tongue. There was no air in her mouth, as she swished the water around in her mouth John struggled, pushing against any surface he could reach. He was covered in a mixture of thick saliva and water when she finally parted her lips, letting the water course out like a waterfall over the rocks of her teeth. Gasping, John rested on the slightly bumpy but warm tongue. He didn’t get to rest long though, as he was immediately pushed against her palette. She began to suck him hard, making contended noises as she finished her beauty regime.

She giggled thunderous giggle, “you’re like a mint, John. I should keep you like this for longer next time.”

John heard a pounding sound coming from outside her door. “Kaaaaaate! Mom says it’s my turn to use John, come on you can play with him later.”

Kate sighed, then, Pwah! She spit John out into her palm. Smiling her now customary predatory smile and said, “I hoped you liked that John, you’re going to get very familiar with my body soon. It’s going to be so fun to have a tiny servant!”

Kate handed John to Emma and walked happily out the door. “Hi John,” she grinned happily, cupping him in her hands.

“Hey Emma.” John replied, “and how can I be of service to you on this fine day?”

She missed his sarcasm, “well I know you’re going to be spending most of your time with Kate and mom so I thought, maybe, you could do me a favor.”

“What?” John asked warily.

“Get Johnny to love my feet like you do.”

“Wait, hold on, I never said –”

“Well you want to serve us forever so that means you must love me and my feet right?”

“Look Emma I see where this is going and how about you just do what you want to me with your feet and what happens happens?”

“I was gonna anyway, whether you like it or not little man!” She laughed, “say hi to Johnny.”

Emma had reached her room and jumped onto her bed. Today she was wearing sky blue socks with little turtles on them. Apparently it was a turtle day. She looked at John, concentrating hard on something that became immediately clear when John saw stars in his vision. Shaking his head to regain clarity, he noticed he had become even smaller, maybe half an inch. One familiar free fall later he found himself directly underneath the smooth white arches of her feet. One big skin crease was the only unconformity running down her entire foot, changing in size as she wriggled her toes. Otherwise it was like a wall of faintly soapy-smelling white-pink skin.

Her finger dragged John across the silky-feeling fabric of her sock until he was underneath the knuckles of her toes.  It was like being hugged by a wall of slightly-rough skin with a hard bone underneath, which, well, it was. She squeezed John several times, curling her toes around his body and blacking out his vision. The pad of her big toe rubbed against his face and he could feel the infinitesimally small particles of dust and carpet attached to the prints of her toe cling to him as she essentially used him as a miniature foot-cleaner.

“I don’t feel licking.” Emma said in a matter-of-fact voice. She pressed her foot down and, even on the bed, John was subjected to massive pressure as the girl shifted her weight. John sighed and started licking up and down the pad of her middle toe, it tasted slightly of dust and sweat but mostly just like any other patch of skin. Emma’s toes wiggled in appreciation, “good job John, you follow orders so good!”

“Why, why are you here?” A hoarse voice croaked from somewhere beside him. Johnny was stuck in-between Emma’s smallest toes, forced to wallow in her accumulated toe jam and sweat.

“Mostly for Gloria, their mom, she’s a wild ride let me tell you. Ah!” Emma had slid John between her big and second toe and started a scissor-like motion, grinding his body between the smooth skin. “But… This… Isn’t…Terrible…Whoah! I… Mean… Don’t… You… Think… The… Power… Dynamic… Is… Hot…?”

“Maybe is it was Kate, she’s so fucking hot man, and she was totally into me until she turned into a bitch and said I attacked her.”

“Look I know you’re a teenager but you need to cool it dude, you got to get over her and maybe she’ll make you her toy instead of Emma’s.”

“Whatever, you’re just some pervert, once you’ve been down here for like a year you’ll get it. She’s about to start sweating.”

“What?”

“You’ll see.”

The humidity in the sock had definitely increased, the fabric had started sticking to her foot, outlining her contours. But that didn’t last long. John was held firmly in place between her toes as Emma slid off her sock. Only his arms and shoulders were sticking out above her big and second toe, her gigantic body stretched in front of him, terminating in her smiling face far above him.

“Look at you cute boys stuck on my feet! Say, ‘I love your feet queen Emma’ and I’ll give you a nice treat!”

“Just take me to Kate you dumb bitch!” Yelled Johnny

“Jesus man how stupid are you?”

“You just don’t understand me, dumbass.” Replied Johnny before a frowning Emma replied.

“Hmmph! I can’t believe you’ve been such a dumb boy this long. You need more time outs!” Emma peeled John off of her foot and stuck it in a very used gym sneaker, no sock. John could nearly smell it from where he was being held. He almost felt pity for Johnny, but honestly, if he didn’t get it by now maybe he deserved to spend the rest of his time under Emma’s feet. Maybe she would be a productive member of society.

“I love your feet queen Emma.” Repeated John dutifully.

“Good boy! You’re the best pet John! I can’t wait to play with you again soon. But you belong to me so I can wait… Now, your reward. I know how much you liked being used by my mom, Kate told me, so I’ll put you back in your favorite place.”

Things had taken a weird turn, John hoped that despite how unconventional this family was Emma wasn’t literally sticking him in Gloria’s pussy. Thankfully, he found himself being placed back in the drawer. If only Johnny had an ounce of common sense, he could be enjoying this too.

“Mom I left John in the drawer you told me never to go into!” Emma called.

“You’re lucky that’s what I want young lady, the next time you go in there you’re grounded!” Gloria called back. John could hear the smile in her voice though as she hurried up the stairs.

After some time the drawer slid open slowly but before John’s eyes could adjust a much larger hand grabbed him, obscuring his vision. He was slid onto a hard, wooden surface in a sitting position. Looking up, John’s mouth fell agape as Gloria stood before him in full nude glory.

Perfectly tanned feet with nails painted dark blue led up to muscular calves and fit, toned thighs. The smooth, inner thighs were slightly lighter and softer looking than the outer thighs, leading to the treasure in the center, Her pussy awaited him, slightly darker than the rest of her skin, lips slightly spread as if welcoming him into its depths. But John’s gaze continued upwards. His eyes traced her glorious curves that outlined her flat stomach and massive, perky tits. Her nipples were erect, and her face was flushed. She was already breathing heavily, staring at him like a hungry lioness.

“Don’t talk, you’re mine now. You’re not leaving the inside of my body until I cum I hope you realize that. I’m your world now and you’re here to serve.”

John nodded.

She lay down on her back on her bed, placing John between her legs. She slowly straightened her legs, tightening the mountains of sensual flesh on either side of him, drawing him toward her center. Eagerly, he stroked the outermost parts of her pussy, eliciting a quiet but deep moan from far above him. Her clit was stiff above him, a nub just waiting for him to touch. He stroked and licked the pleasure center, almost being bucked off as she thrust into the air. The idea of the little man holding on as she humped the air only turned Gloria on more and one of her hands traveled down her body. She reached John and gently pushed him inside her, moaning as his body entered hers.

She gripped him tightly, sliding him in and out of her burning hot hole, coating him with her juices and her scent once more. It was like returning home. As he rammed headfirst into her folds he noticed she had synced his movements to her breathing, gasping each time as she pushed him further inside her. Soon, her fingers left him and he was free to explore the cramped space squeezing down on him. Each time he made a sudden move her walls clenched tightly around him and she let out a squeal of pleasure. The wetness around John was increasing, making it more difficult to maintain his position in her, soon he was unable to control his movement and forced to contort his body inside her as the intensity and frequency of her clenching increased. His world inverted as Gloria changed position, raising herself on her knees with her massive ass waving tantalizingly in the air. Too bad John couldn’t see it. Inside, John was almost as turned on as Gloria, rubbing himself against the hot walls of her pussy. As he came his grunts of pleasure were lost to the volume of her moans of pure pleasure and the drumline sounds of her increased heartbeat. She spasmed with pure pleasure, forgetting to hold back and nearly crushing John with her pelvic muscles, gushing cum but not displacing him. His frantic movements induced a second orgasm in quick succession. Gloria’s eyes rolled up and she nearly lost control of her body. She collapsed in a sweaty heap on her bed, focusing entirely on the pleasure John was creating inside her. A third orgasm, John still couldn’t dislodge himself. Her whole body trembling and spasming, she managed to fish him out with two fingers. John had cum as well, his pleasure lost entirely in the act of serving her. HE doubted she had noticed or cared, but that was what he was here for. He was hers to use as she will.

This had been John’s life for nearly a year now. A new sexual awakening each day. Today, however, was special. Gloria and the girls were going on vacation, leaving John with Tatiana for the weekend. They had made wild, unspeakable plans, exploring the craven depths of his psychosexual fantasies. John couldn’t wait. Each day he felt like a new man. Each day he pitied those lost in a world without these wonderful giantesses to serve.