Chapter 5 – The Aftermath

“Babe are you alright?” Sophia asked you, still puffing from exertion she reaches forwards and lifts the glass off of you, freeing you from what you now saw as a prison.

Stepping towards her you shout “No! I am not ok!”

“Babe what is it? Did I do something wrong? I watched loads of videos and read some stories and thought that was a pretty good way of doing it” peering into the glass, seeing your seed splattered there “and it looks like you enjoyed it, so what’s the problem?”

“You murdered someone!” you shout

“Well, I wouldn’t call it murder… more like pest control” she giggled

“He was a living person!”

“Barely, these guys are usually criminals according to the website, so what does it matter?” stopping giggling, replacing the look of humour on her face with one of confusion

“I can’t believe you! You took a life and you don’t even care?” you fire back, getting angry

“Wait, are you being serious right now?” her tone changing from confused to indignation

“You’re damn right I am. This is wrong! I can’t believe you did this”

“What the fuck – you fantasise about this for years, and when it actually happens you act like this? That’s so ungrateful and rude!”

“I don’t care, give me the cure right now. Return me to size and I’ll take the other two to a protection shelter” you yelled angrily

Pausing for a moment, Sophia stared at you in complete shock before a small tear formed in the corner of her eye “fine” she said quietly through gritted teeth clearly mad at your reaction and with that she stood slowly, her feet only a few meters from you (from your perspective) the remains of her victim still trapped between her toes - his legs, arms and head mostly intact. You looked at the carnage and shook your head in shame, turning and walking away from the scene. This absolute disrespect caused Sophia to snap ‘I can’t believe I spent my bonus on this, I could have bought a new handbag!’ raising her foot up to waist height she splayed her toes open, allowing the remains of the shrinky to fall to the hard floor, not too far to the left of you making a loud thump, causing you to startle. Turning your head towards the noise, Sophia angrily growls down to you “I’ll be right back then” and with that she stomps forward, her foot landing right ontop of the remains liquifying them instantly and sending blood splattering out the sides and front of her foot. Not breaking stride she continues towards the kitchen to retrieve the cure, leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind her on the floor.

Shocked at the display of anger, you feel real fear for the fist time in your life “shit maybe I should have handled that differently” you mutter as you look at the bloody scene infront of you.

In the kitchen

“I can’t believe this shit” Sophia angrily muttered to herself “the nerve to speak to me like that for doing something this expensive for him!”

Opening the delivery box she roughly pulls out one of the smaller of the two boxes labelled MISDV-001 – Cure “I pay the rent, I pay for our holidays, I pay for most of everything and this is what I get” angrily slamming the container on the kitchen worktop ‘I’ve had enough’ she thinks to herself ‘I can do so much better. I’m going to ask him to move out’.

Having decided on her course of action, she calmed down somewhat and with care opened the box revealing the small metal cylinder inside. About to twist open the end of the container she sees MISDV-001 – Virus stamped on the side ‘oh you have got to be kidding me’ furiously rotating the object only to see the same writing on the other side. Sophia puts the container down and closes her eyes as she sighs deeply and grips the edge of the countertop until her knuckles turn white.

Collecting herself after a moment she opens her eyes and grabs her phone. Returning to the larger box she flips it over and finds contact details which she punches into her mobile. The call instantly goes to a voice recording blabbing on about the usual ‘we are experiencing a higher than usual volume of calls right now, please hold and one of our team will be with you shortly’. Sighing again, she looks down and notices the blood drying on her foot. Grabbing some tissues, she walks to the kitchen table and sits down, crossing her leg over the other and rubbing the remains away.

“Good afternoon!” said a chirpy voice on the other end of the line “you’re speaking with Sean, how can I assist you today”

“Hi Sean, I bought a virus and cure kit from you recently, and have just noticed that the cure isn’t here, there’s just a second virus container”

“Ah yes, just let me pull up your order… right… well thanks for calling us Sophia, and we do apologise for the inconvenience. Just let me put you on a brief hold whilst I escalate this”

“Thank you” she sighed as she held her head in her hand

In the bedroom

“What is taking her so long” you mutter as you hear her aggravated voice “oh come on she isn’t seriously making a call is she?”. Annoyed and wanting nothing more than to return to your full size, you start trudging the mile long trek to the kitchen.

Back In the kitchen

“Hello Sophia, are you there?”

“Yep, still here” she sighs
“Thanks, I have just been advised by my manager that we are experiencing an international shortage on the cure capsules due to an issue at our production facility. The good news is that production is back at full capacity, now we are just working through the back-log of orders which is approximately two weeks at this time”

Mouth agape as the prospect of not being able to get hold of the cure immediately, Sophia snapped back “are you kidding me!? But I need it now. Look…” she turned to reason “I can pay a premium to be put on a shortlist if that’s what it takes”

“Sorry Sophia, due to the pharmaceutical nature of the product, we are bound by law to process orders as they are received. As an apology on our behalf and acknowledging the issues you will face whilst waiting for the cure, can we send you a complimentary ‘care kit’?”

“Well that doesn’t exactly help me does it, but what is the care kit?”

“Its basically some supplies to keep the shrunken gentleman comfortable while you wait for the drug to be delivered. It includes things such as a mobile mini-home with food, drink and an entertainment system, plus some clothes and things of that nature”

Sighing deeply but realising she would need something to house her shit of a boyfriend “ok, that would be great – please keep me advised on the order status”

“No worries” replies Sean “the care kit will be with you later on today. Have a great day”

“Thanks you too” she says half-heartedly, hanging up. “Guess I should let him know the news” Sophia sighed, imagining the argument that was about to be had. After a moment’s pause Sophia stands and starts moving towards the bedroom

In the corridor

Walking at a fast pace down the corridor towards the kitchen, you hear Sophia hang up the phone after a clearly frustrated phone call ‘great, probably a work call’ you think to yourself.

After a moment of silence you hear the sound of her bare feet slapping across the hardwood floor ‘oh good she’s finally coming back’. As she turns the corner you notice she has nothing in her hands “hey!” you shout at her, completely forgetting she can’t hear you “where is the damn cure!?”

Sophia walks towards the bedroom going over in her head how to break the news to her partner, not really focussing on the world around her.

As she gets closer to you, her beautiful naked form getting larger and larger, you realise she is looking straight ahead and won’t see you “shit!” at the last moment you throw yourself sideways and roll onto your back. Her foot slams down right where you were standing, sending a rush of air that pushes you back slightly. “fuck, she could have killed me”

As Sophia enters the bedroom, she looks down and realises she can’t see you “hey stop playing around, we need to talk”

Deciding it’s not worth chasing her around the house, you wait in the corridor by the wall ‘eventually she’ll come back and see me’ you think to yourself

“Seriously I’m not messing around, come out now!” she shouts as she stomps her foot, making you flinch. You are about to start walking, but realise again it’s pointless and unsafe “just going to wait here for you, bitch” you mutter to yourself

After a few minutes of waiting in the bedroom, tapping her foot impatiently Sophie thinks ‘I was on the phone for a while there, maybe he came looking for me’, panicking she walks carefully back to the kitchen looking at the ground and soon spots you by the wall in the corridor “what are you doing here?” she asks frustrated

“I was coming to get you, and my cure! You were taking forever” you grumble, barely audible to her.

 “Ok come here” she reaches down plucking you up between her thumb and forefinger and carries you into the bedroom, dropping you roughly onto a pillow. “right, listen to me please” taking a deep breath she explains the situation to you, along with the timeframes around delivery

Finally finishing up, you look up at her “so I’m stuck like this then…”

“For now, yes you are”

“Why the hell wouldn’t you check the cure before you spiked my drink? That’s such a stupid thing for you to do!” you exploded before even thinking about it, instantly regretting your words

Her already cold stare turned downright frigid at this point, her lips involuntarily falling open in a slight oval ‘he did not just say that to me… what the hell is his problem… does he realise the position he’s in? I have to look after him like a baby for two weeks… two weeks of my life I’ll never get back!’

You couldn’t meet her icy glare, looking down you notice her hands have balled into fists and are squeezing so tight her knuckles have turned white. Her breathing has become slow and deep, and you start to feel the fingers of panic tugging at you as you recall how much she enjoyed taking the life of the shrinky she had purchased.

‘Ring-ring…. Ring ring…’ she snaps out of her anger fuelled state “I’m going to go answer that” she says coldly as she stands up and walks away, saying over her shoulder “do us both a favour and don’t move”

Watching her naked form walk away from you, you can’t help stare at her arse as it wiggles left and right in time with her steps, once again feeling a mix of arousal and shame

In the kitchen

Reaching her phone she sees it’s her boss “good afternoon, sir” she answers in a forced chirpy voice, trying not to let her personal issues impact upon her work

“Hey Sophia, apologies for the weekend call – I hope I’m not interrupting anything?

“No sir, nothing important!”

“Good – something has come up with one of our accounts and we need someone to fly out to settle some issues in Perth. It’s a five hour flight, business class of course, and the nominated representative will be put up in the Ritz for the duration of their stay. Who in your team would be best suited?”

About to answer that her associate could handle the task, Sophia pauses and thinks for a moment “Actually sir, I think this could be a good opportunity for me to meet some contacts out there” wanting nothing more than to be on the opposite side of the country from you

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, I’ll reach out to our travel booking team now and get the ball rolling”

“Excellent, I’ll be in touch with more details later”

“Thank you, sir” hanging up the phone ‘alright then’

In the bedroom

“What the hell!” you exclaim “she just volunteered herself to fly to Perth!”

Coming back into the bedroom Sophia walks over and stands over you, intimidating you with her full naked glory. You couldn’t help glance down at the pussy that had recently almost crushed the life out of someone, up over her flat stomach to her gorgeous perky breasts, and finally to her face returning your eye contact with an icy stare “I’m going on a work trip”

“Well what about me?” you ask timidly

‘Is he for real? It’s all me, me, me with him’ she thinks to herself as she replies “well you can’t stay here alone, maybe I can drop you at one of those tiny hotel things”

You had heard of these ‘hotels’. They were not much more than facilities in warehouses made up to look like like a small city block where tiny men could rent a small room in safety. Tiny men were dropped off by wives and girlfriends, saying they would be back but sometimes never returning to collect them. Prepaid, the rooms had a limited time for the small men to stay (the same as a normal hotel) at which point the occupant would be evicted. You had heard horror stories on the internet where these evicted shrinkies weren’t turned onto the street, but were kept by the women that managed the facilities or sold off for various purposes.

“You can’t be serious, please don’t do that!” genuinely terrified of the prospect.

“Oh my god, you just can’t be content with anything can you!” Sophia yells down, causing you to trip and fall backwards in fear “the past year has been just you complaining about everything all the damn time! You hate your job, you’re not happy, your boss is a prick, blah blah blah – enough!” clutching her temples, she yells “Argh!” and storms away, slamming the bedroom door behind her

As you lie on the pillow shivering in fear, you start to think you need to find a way of getting away from Sophia “she’s lost the plot completely” you mumble. The events of the day have left you exhausted. Without thinking, you shuffle off the pillow and climb under a loose bit of the blanket, lying down and letting sleep claim you.

A while later you hear the doorbell ring, disturbing your slumber, followed by a brief conversation between Sophia and someone else. Looking over at the alarm clock on the bedside table, you see that it is just past 8pm. Hearing the door close, the sound of cardboard being ripped open reaches your ears. After a minute the door opens and in walks Sophia now wearing cute, loose, gentle pink coloured pyjamas. She approaches the bed with what looks like a small plastic pod held between her hands. Standing up, you climb back onto the pillow “what’s that?” you ask politely

Not giving you any forgiveness for your previous attitude, she barks back “it’s the sleeping pod the company sent so you can sleep safely. There’s some food and water in there and a little toilet if you need it. There’s even a built in TV with Netflix”

“Thank you” you say softly

“They just sent it because of the mess up with the cure. Look, I’ve thought about our discussion earlier and figure it’ll be best to leave you with someone we know here to care for you, so I made some calls. Leah and Izzy are both free and happy to look after you for a few days… what’s your preference?”

You wouldn’t really call your last engagement with eachother a ‘conversation’ but swallow your pride and instantly answer “Leah would be fine, thanks”

“That was a quick answer…”

In your mind you knew exactly why, but couldn’t bring yourself to tell Sophia the logic behind your choice. Leah was a beautiful Greek goddess of a woman – flowing dark hair, olive skin, deep brown eyes, a slim frame but with disproportionally large breasts and a great arse – more importantly though was she was a gentle primary school teacher, and advocate for shirnkies rights. Izzy on the other hand was an equally beautiful woman of Croatian descent – she shared the brown eyes and olive skin, but physically she was very different. Working out most days of the week, her body was incredibly well toned and muscular, with massive boobs and an arse you only get from weight lifting and squats – her attitude to shrinkies however was very different.

One evening when Sophia was at a work function you found yourself surfing the web for some porn material, and stumbled across a page where people posted pictures of them doing stuff with shrinkies for people to purchase. Noticing Izzy’s face on one of the profiles, you reviewed some of her free samples which included using little men as servants massaging her feet, rubbing her shoulders etc. but also gently torturing them using her mouth, tits, and arse. Curious and turned on, you paid $25 for her ‘special spicy’ pack of images which shocked you. These images were of her crushing men to blood smears between her boobs, grinding them under her arse, and chewing them up and swallowing them. The few images that turned you on the most were the series of stills formatted into a recurring GIF showing her wearing a skimpy black crop top barely holding her boobs back, with wearing mint green tight fitting leggings. She placing a tied up tiny on a workout bench beneeath a suspended barbell with 20kg on each side. Straddling the tiny, she spreads her knees out and drops her butt on him, completely smothering his tiny form. She then lifts the bar and lowers it behind her head, showing her toned shoulders and upper back flexing before pushing it up and placing it back on its support. Standing up,  she looks down over her shoulder at patch of gore left stuck to her arse. Convincing yourself these were just photoshopped images, you blew your load into a tissue and hid the files on your laptop.

Now you were the size of her middle finger, you had no desire to be subject to the whims of someone who clearly made a good amount of money from humiliating, and maybe even killing shrinkies

“She just lives closer is all… it will be easier for you to drop me off there”

“Hmm… fine. I’ll let her know that I’ll drop you off in the morning.”

“What are we doing tonight?”

“Well ‘we’ are doing nothing. You’re going to bed in your pod and I’m packing and getting ready for my trip. You have food in there so we can just be apart for tonight, ok? I have a lot to get done”

“Ok” you sigh as you step into the pod.

Sophia lifts the pod, causing you to shake and fall over, and places it on the bedside table.

You hear the draw below you open and close as followed by Sophia leaving the room.

You settle into the small bed and turn on the TV using a wall mounted control panel ‘this isn’t too bad’ you think as you settle in for the night.