A clandestine conglomerate has successfully developed a new drug that is specially designed to prolong life expectancy by drastically increasing the physical adeptness and healing ability of any private client. It is registered as the “Longevity”, which is at the final testing phase. Actually, while it is inexpensive to produce, but the marketing department sell it at a high price. So, when I got employed to be a test subject for another experimental drug, I signed the contract right away. This new drug is designed to significantly reduce human food consumption, also most importantly, it is designed to greatly improve the pain resilience of an intelligence agent, in case of being captured. They thought that I will be an ideal candidate for the job because they have knowledge of my squash fascination.

As the chauffeuse dropped me at the test center, the receptionist guided me to the chief executive’s office. As I walked in, Samantha Cook is expecting me and she greeted me with a whole-hearted welcome. She is of an Anglo-Saxon origin, I read that she is actually 57 years old, surprisingly, she looks at most in her early 30’s, with an athletic, slim figure, and a pair of modest B cup breasts. I figure that she is about 5' 5", 120 lbs. She has a classy pixie cut hairstyle, wearing a petite one-button pinstripe pantsuit with a pair of 1 3/8 inches (35mm) pumps combine a classic block heel for stability. It is apparent that her dress pumps are meant for walking as well.

After a warm handshake, I introduced myself.

“It is a pleasure to meet you and thank you very much for hiring me. I’m Theresa Yuen.”

“The pleasure is mine as well, just call me Sam.” Samantha replied warmly. “I saw that you have signed the contract, the nondisclosure, and indemnity. Let’s start by giving you a complimentary, perpetual dose of our latest Longevity injection. No worries, it is well tested, just look at my figure and my youthful appearance! It is the distinctive benefit of Longevity.”

“Actually, this is a key part of the contract that is irresistible. I know that the perpetual dose of Longevity is priced at a quarter-million dollars! There is no way that I could afford it, especially when I just graduated with my MBA from the Anonymous School of Economics.” I replied with sincere gratitude.

Samantha proceeds to open the pack and check the syringe to make sure it is all set. She warmly smiles and carefully injected the genetically altering drug in my left deltoid (left upper arm). “There, it is done. It didn’t hurt, did it?”, she smiled.

I smiled appreciatively, “I am fine.”

“Now, let’s go to the health center for the next part” Samantha smiled. We strolled down the long hallway and entered the posh health center, which looked more like a luxurious lounge. In the middle, there is a flat bed that's designed to move into a futuristic machine, very similar to an MRI scanner. Samantha smiled reassuringly, “I will leave you with Dr. Rao. I will see you after the final procedure.”.

Dr. Laura Rao (a surname native to India) welcomed me. She looks like that she is in her late teens, way too young to be a doctor! For the moment, I saw her stunning, but short figure, fine-looking dark complexion, as she stands at around 5' 2", 105 lbs with a pair of especially humble B cup breasts.

Being skeptical, I politely asked to Dr. Rao, “You seems so young, are you a medical student?”

“I can see that you are skeptical on my experience because of my young appearance. No worries, it is an advantage of Longevity, which I meticulously developed. I am actually 42 years old.” Dr. Rao politely replied and she continues to say, “you should have a look at the mirror. Clearly, the perpetual dose of Longevity is working”, as she smiled and pointed to a dressing mirror.

As I’m looking at my reflection, I am ecstatic to see my new figure, I look as if I am just 18 years old.

Dr. Rao continues, “I will need you to be unclothed for the physical exam.”.

After I have undressed, Dr. Rao asked me to lie back on the flat bed that's designed to move into the futuristic machine. The bed has various sensors as it took my measurements precisely and methodically. As Dr. Rao read the report, she learned that my genetic composition is of an Asian ethnicity. The sensors reported that my height is 170 cm (approximately 5’7”), 60.9 kg or 134.26 lbs in weight, and the cup size is C. While Dr. Rao completed a comprehensive health assessment on me.

With a warm smile, Dr. Rao speaks, “You are in perfect health and I see that you very athletic. Are you ready for the final procedure?” I replied somewhat nervously, “I guess so”. Dr. Rao prudently started the machine and the flat bed retracted in it automatically. The compartment is sealed, as Dr. Rao speaks into the microphone, “Just relax Theresa, breathe normally, you’re in good hands with me.”. Misty particles dosed on my body and I felt drowsy and felt sound asleep.

I slowly open my eyes and it appears that I am resting on a soft, cotton percale duvet cover. As I gradually observed the enormous room, everything seems to be very similar, then I grasped that I was lying on a recovery table in Dr. Rao’s health center. Afterwards, I heard a soft, yet overpowering voice, “Good, you’re awake, the procedure went well, as I’ve predicted.”

I see Dr. Rao towering at the side of the table as I scream, “What happened?”. I started to shambling to get off the table, all of a sudden, it seems like that I am falling off a cliff. Thank goodness, I was grabbed by a gigantic supple hand and place back on the cotton percale duvet cover.

I calmed myself while staring bewilderingly at the giantess, as Dr. Rao starts to explain the situation to me. “I am really pleased to tell you that I’ve successfully shrunken you and you’re merely 7 cm (2.8 inches) tall, that’s approximately the length of my middle finger. Your weight is at the most one ounce, probably less. The only drawback is that the procedure is absolute irreversible”.

I pondered on my situation, given that I got the perpetual dose of the Longevity injection, I could actually live out my life in my desire. Normally, it would be a nightmare to be shrunken to just about 3 inches tall, but, because of my eccentricity, I was actually in high spirits! Impulsively, I opted to thank Dr. Rao for her hard work.

Surprised by my gratitude, Dr. Rao apologetically replied, “I guess that you’re very welcome, please know that it's nothing personal”. I embarrassingly interjected, “Genuinely, I really appreciate that you have shrunk me. If you will excuse my peculiarity, I need to tell you that I have a squash obsession and I really enjoy being physically subjugated!”.

Dr. Rao lighten up and started clapping her hands and laugh, as the acoustic waves blasted my eardrums and caused sudden sensorineural temporary hearing loss. She started to explain, “I forgot about your fetish, I actually read that in your file. Wait a minute – can you hear me?”. As she realized what occurred, she wrote a note to me, “Sorry, I overlooked that you are feeble, but the wonderful healing ability of the Longevity should start working in a bit.” Sure enough, I regained my hearing in just a few minutes, as Dr. Rao talks softly cheerfully, “You see, it works well indeed!”.

I exclaimed, “Wow, it is brilliant! Cheers to Dr. Rao!” Dr. Rao bowed and start smiling, “Please call me Laura from now on, we are friends!” Then she continues to make a joke, “If you don’t start to call me Laura, I will deliberately clap right next to you!”. We giggled together.

Since it is a challenging effort to make my voice audible at my newly diminished size, I politely yelled, “Laura, please clap right next to me anyway.”. Laura being perplexed, “Could you repeat that?” I eagerly shouted, “Please! Give it your best shot!”.

Laura grinned and without any further question, she starts clapping literally right next to me, as the overwhelming sound waves forced me to tumble on the soft, cotton percale duvet cover. She kept on clapping for at least 20 seconds and the clapping came to an end.

Just in a minute after, Samantha Cook walked in, smiling, “So, I figure that the procedure went well. I heard the cheerful clapping as I was walking here!”. Laura making every effort not to burst out laughing, “Indeed, it went flawlessly!”, then, she lightly pinched out a teensy-weensy patient gown and placed it next to me. As her feminine finger (approximately the same height as me) kept pointing at the minuscule gown, I got her meaning and started to put it on. By the time that I got robed, my hearing has returned.

I started to thank and explain to Sam about the wonderful reality that I can actually live out my life satisfying my desire. I told her about my eccentricity regarding my squash obsession and I really enjoy being physically subjugated, so, I am really grateful! She smiled and warmly replied, “Splendid, this company is like a family to every loyal employee, so welcome to the family. Anyhow, I must emphasize that your job is to be the test subject and I understand that Laura hasn’t fully tested the physical healing aspect of the new procedure.” I replied cheerfully, “The best part of this shrinking procedure is that it is irreversible and I like to thank Laura once again. Honestly, I am eager and ready to fulfill my tasks.”.

Laura kept me overnight at the health center for observation. The next morning, after another thorough assessment, she cleared me and I am ready to fulfill my tasks. At that moment, Samantha Cook walked in, and she was delighted to see that I am all set.

“I was reviewing your file, I learned that the main reason that you allowed us to permanently shrink you is because of your significant other.”, Sam smiled warmly at me.

“Sam, please understand that I really need the high salary to pay for her chemotherapy, she has stage 3 leukemia.”, as my eyes start to water.

“Don’t cry Theresa. Jessica ‘had’ leukemia; Laura has treated her with an everlasting dose of Longevity a few days ago!” I just didn’t want to say anything during the interview as Laura hasn’t confirmed that the treatment has killed all the leukemia cells. Well, Laura confirmed it this morning. And now, without further ado, here is Jessica Chan.”, Sam lovingly comforted me.

As Sam comforted me, an afterthought set in my mind. Thinking back, even before the Longevity injection, Jessica is always hale and hearty. So, when she was suffering from leukemia, it was heartbreaking. Seeing that she has been completely cured and drastically rejuvenated, I am so grateful. Especially when she really looks like a recent high school graduate these days. She has a short and spiky hairstyle to go with her beautiful figure and light brown complexion. She is petite, just 93 lbs., with a height of 5’4”. She often gets upset whenever I hinted that she is slender and she would exclaim that she is just wiry, thin but strong! As my mind wandered back to reality when I sensed the vibrations of another lady’s footsteps.

Jessica (a 37 years old, petite Asian) walked in to the health center. The moment she saw me, she reacted with a stunned expression on her face.

“Oh gosh! Theresa, what happened?”

She intriguingly dashed to the table to take a closer look. Sam calmly walked over, reached out and warmly holds her hand.

“Dear, she is all right. Aside from her new, teeny size, she is actually enhanced with our latest Longevity injection. The same prescription that cured you from leukemia. She agreed to the extra shrinking procedure in exchange to make you well.”, as Sam assured Jessica.

I wave to her with a cheery smile, as she calms down gradually, then I shout out to her.

“You look gorgeous, like you are just 18 years old!”, when Jessica went red in the face, while her mind became at ease.


Since Jessica is a gynecologist, she started asking all kinds of questions, while Laura gladly answered. Laura explained that while the Longevity has much enhanced the subject’s immune system, the shrinking procedure is expected to enhance the physical healing aspect, especially from fatal injuries. Yet she added that the Longevity doesn’t have any pain anesthetizing element. Soon, the two doctors are completely immersed in the science.

Since the scholarly dialogue was rather complex and it was challenging to follow. So, my attention diverted to my beautiful partner’s figure. She was wearing a black stretch-cotton twill ankle pants, contrast with a cotton dress shirt.
Knowing Jessica, that’s her typical dress style, as she is somewhat a tomboy at heart, she cares to dress rather femininely, just so long as it isn’t a dress. Though, she would look beautiful in a dress, as I would love to view her beautiful legs.

Since her pants were concealing her legs, I started to concentrate on Jessica’s slingbacks. It called to mind that I bought them for her two years ago. They’re based on a light cushioning and flexible design. They stylishly complement her elegant outfit. Made from black soft leather, as they have been set on a comfortable mid-height heel decorated with a crisscross pattern for a touch of her tomboyish personality. While they are gigantic to my newly diminished size, I know they’re designed to be light, flexible and with a slip resistant sole, plus they come with a memory foam insole, while the exterior is covered in soft leather for a heightened comfort as she walks.

While I was completely engrossed by Jessica’s slingbacks, suddenly, Laura did an earsplitting clap and I was knocked down by the overpowering sound wave. I got up and agonizingly looked around and saw Sam and Laura laughing, while Jessica cocooned me with her hands. In just a few minutes, I reassured Jessica that I am all right and my hearing is back.

“Dear, we hired you because you’ve a femme/femme relationship with Theresa. We like you to rigorously test the physical healing aspect of the new procedure. Since you and Theresa have been together for years, there is a well-established trust. Your expertise as a gynecologist should be valuable as well.”, Sam explained, as Jessica thrillingly nods to Sam’s praise.

“Yes, I am fascinated by Laura’s discovery! I am looking forward to help her with the experiment.”, Jessica added.

“Yep, it’s a win-win situation, as Theresa has a squash obsession! At just about 3 inches tall, her dream will be met rather extremely! Anyway, unless you have more questions, when you’re ready!”, as Sam commented casually.

Laura smiled warmly at Jessica and assured her with the OK hand sign. Then, Jessica grabs on to my thighs with just her forefinger and thumb, and swiftly lift me vertically.

The tremendous upward yank forced me to bend forward uncontrollably, as I was lifted to her eyelevel. I nearly throw up, when I settled down, I really appreciated the panoramic view of my surroundings, like I am at the top of a high-rise building. I screamed in excitement, but to the others, my screaming merely sounded like a quiet squeak, such as that made by a mouse, so they were engaged in wild uncontrollable bursts of laughter.

Jessica blew a kiss at me, seeing that I was savoring the minty fragrance of her breath, she smiled gleefully. “Wow you’re so feathery, how much do you weight now?”. Laura having a wary glance at Theresa and said, “She’s barely one ounce. Keep in mind that while the Longevity does miracles to mend extreme injuries, but it has no aesthetical element! Please, let me administer a local anesthetic injection first”.

“Thanks Laura, but there is no need for any anesthesia. Jessica isn’t that strong, so I can take whatever she can dish out, no matter what!”, I boasted.

“All right, have it your way!”, Laura added sarcastically.

“She won’t mind the ache. That’s the way she is.”, Jessica explained.

“Anytime you’re ready, I would like you to inflict a severe contusion.”, Laura requested.

“What do you mean by a severe contusion? Should I cause a quadriceps contusion with resultant hematoma, Dr. Laura Rao? Jessica playfully asked.

“Fine, whatever floats your boat, Dr. Jessica Chan!” Laura replied mischievously.

As the two doctors kept on messing around with the medical jargon, I got impatient and started to punch Jessica’s thumb with all my might to express my frustration.

“Hey! I am ticklish! You need to be patient! Well, as I got you looking toward me, given that I am right-handed, I will do it on your left thigh. I’ll get going with it now. Start squeaking if you want me to stop!”, Jessica spoke softly.

As Jessica’s expression became serious, she started to adjust her grip. I felt her feminine forefinger and thumb aligning on my feminine left thigh. Subsequently, as she somewhat tightened her grip, my anterior thigh muscles were being heavily compressed. It felt like a pencil being flattened between a huge vise. Yet, I hardly notice any major muscle contraction from Jessica, as she looked very relaxed. As I worked hard to endure the pain, while pretended to smile.

“I am starting to be able to feel your femur, but I am hardly squeezing. Aren’t you going to start squeaking?”, Jessica asked mischievously, while I shook my head fearlessly. “All right! You’re really asking for it!” Jessica annoyingly added.

As I was willfully disregarding the pain, I finally saw Jessica’s silky, supple hand muscles contracted a little when an audible crack occurred. Taken aback by the crack, Jessica loosened her grip, as she rushed me to the clinical table.

“I must have fractured her femur! Oh gosh, is it a Compression fracture?”, Jessica panicked.

“Let me see, I reckon that it could be just a Greenstick fracture.”, Laura replied calmly.

“Never mind, take a closer look, the Nano Intelligent Cells of the Longevity is working! The quadriceps contusion with resultant hematoma is fading.”, Laura exclaimed cheerfully.

“That’s an amazing breakthrough, congratulations Laura!” as Jessica hugged Laura enthusiastically.

Laura dashed to the phone to call Sam. “I am so happy Sam. Anyway, we will talk during lunch.”, as Laura hung up the phone.

Meanwhile, I stood up waving to the two doctors, “Ah girls, I don’t have any clothes to dress for lunch!”, as the two ladies were just looking at me. “Well, I guess you will have to go to lunch in your birthday suit!”, my significant other, Jessica replied playfully.

Preface – Please understand that a genuine, lesbian relationship is about trust, it isn’t the same as a heterosexual relationship, so I sincerely hope that you will enjoy this chapter. This chapter is about the follies that Jessica and I had to face to maintain our rituals. Over the years, we’ve established meaningful rituals that are important to our happy and healthy relationship, such as taking long strolls. Meanwhile, Laura is inadvertently bonding to the relationship, as she and Jessica are very fond of each other, because of their common intellectual interests. Moreover, I am in the care of Laura, so we are very fond of each other as well. Since Laura is a lesbian as well, things are becoming more entangled.

Laura and Jessica are pondering on what to do about arranging some clothes for me, especially when I am just 7 cm (2.8 inches) tall these days. Meanwhile, Laura set up a mango-scented hot bath for me in a ceramic cereal bowl. It was so soothing as I soaked my thighs, especially after the affectionate affliction by Jessica. After my bath, I am amazed that my extremely bruised left thigh is completely healed. While Longevity is truly a miracle prescription, the most unpleasant drawbacks are that it doesn’t do anything for pain reduction and physical sturdiness.

Soon after the soothing bath, the breeze from the air-conditioning system blew on my teeny figure, as I got really cold. I learnt that because my minuscule frame simply doesn’t have enough mass to maintain heat efficiently. I jogged to the reception of the health centre, as Laura and Jessica were relaxing on the sofa.

“My apologies, I’ve completely overlooked the needs at your minuscule size. I got some cloth bandage for you to dress in for now.”, Laura apologized. “So, I’ve to dress in a bandage from now on?”, I squeaked as I quickly put on the vast cloth to get warm. “Sorry.”, Laura apologized once again.

“Anyway, we got some kill-time before meeting Samantha for lunch at the cafeteria, so we are going to take a stroll around the estate, come on, let me carry you.”, Jessica spoke cheerfully.

“That’s a good idea! But I would rather walk with you, instead of being held.”, I replied as taking a loving stroll has always been a ritual between Jessica and me.

“All right, it will be a one-mile walk, can you handle it? Meanwhile, we still need to get you to the main lobby, as you won’t be able to get down the stairways.”, Laura explained warmly, as she proceeded to hold me in her hand.

Laura set me on the cemented walkway and we started the stroll. As Laura and Jessica started walking, I became aware of my handicap, as the superior strides of the ladies are just much longer comparing to mine. Farsightedly, I’ve strapped up my feet in the cloth bandage, so I can run as normal. While they were strolling at a leisure pace, I had to run, nearly sprinting just to keep pace with them. Besides, their thumping footsteps are obscuring me from their conversation.

“I wonder how long she can keep up with us.”, Laura giggled.

“She will certainly do her best, that’s my Theresa!”, Jessica giggled as well.

“You look beautiful in your outfit, black stretch-cotton twill ankle pants contrasting a white cotton dress shirt, that’s tasteful.”, Laura praised with an affectionate smile.

“Thanks, you’re lovely as well”, Jessica blushed.

“I can't wait to show you the beautiful vegetable garden! Let’s get there to pick something to make a salad for lunch.”, Laura thrillingly spoke, as she quickened her pace to a brisk walk.

As I was already nearly sprinting just to keep pace, unexpectedly, the two ladies started brisk walking. Even though I started an all-out sprint, their pace was too fast for me to keep up. So, I was left in the dust eventually.

Taking a subtle glance, Laura saw that Theresa has lagged behind, so she slowed to a stroll and smiled warmly at Jessica.

“Theresa is lagging behind, let’s slow down.”, Laura said, pretending to be caring and she continued with the dialogue. “Just curious, have you thought about your relationship with Theresa? I meant that it will be difficult for you to maintain many of the rituals with her. Seeing that she can’t even keep up with us in a stroll.”, Laura commented sympathetically.

Jessica was contemplating when Laura slowly reached out and held her hand. They blushed at each other and kissed.

Preface: Ceci is the senior attorney-at-law for the corporation and she has been Samantha’s significant other for years. She has a lovely figure, at 170 cm (5’7”) tall, 136 pounds, with an average pair of size B cups.

With tears in her eyes, Samantha brisk walked down to the third floor and rushed into Ceci’s office. Ceci was sitting behind her executive desk, as she saw Samantha crying, she hugged her warmly and sat her down on the sofa.

“The bastard is threatening to cut all our funding unless we agree to give him the Longevity formula!”, Samantha continues to shed tears in desperation.

“Calm down, my love. Assuming that he knows the formula works, but does he know the specific procedure, for example, does he know that it is just a simple injection?”, Ceci asked calmly.

“No, I don’t think so.” Samantha continues to cry.

Ceci picked up the phone, “Laura, please come to my office immediately! I will explain when you get here.”.

As Laura rushed into Ceci’s office, Ceci closed the door and said, “This bastard has threatened to cut all our funding unless we agree to give him the Longevity formula!”.

“No! It is my life’s work! I won’t give it to that bastard!”, Laura shouted while panicking.

“Calm down, my dear. While I know that your shrinking machine worked well on Theresa, but would it work without injecting a dose of the Longevity in advance?”. Ceci asked calmly.

“Theoretically, yes.”, Laura replied curiously.

“I want to be sure that this plan will remain hush-hush, just between the three of us! It is not to be mentioned to anyone, no matter what kind of standing they have in the corporation. That would include our dearest friends, including Jessica and Theresa.”, Ceci explained seriously.

The ladies agreed.

The next morning, the bastard arrogantly walked into Laura’s test centre, as the three ladies were waiting for him politely.

“Thank you for coming, I would like to show you how the machine works, before passing you the blueprint. Please note that the secret is not of any formula, it is all about this machine.”, Laura explained timidly.

“Before the demonstration, please sign the contract and indemnity, so that we agree that the rights are transferred to you.”, Ceci explained to the bastard. The bastard signed the documents.

The bastard laid on the flatbed that's designed to move into the futuristic machine. Laura carefully started the machine and the flatbed retracted in it automatically. The compartment is sealed, as Dr. Rao speaks into the microphone, “I’m going to enjoy this part, you BASTARD!”. Misty particles dosed on his body and he fell sound asleep before he could do anything.

As the bastard became conscious, he saw that everything is enormous to him, as he gradually discovered that he is in a ladies’ powder room. There is a gigantic painted paper package that seems to be bigger than his body, placed near him, with various printed labels, such as “Gynecologist Tested”, “Hypoallergenic”, “pH-Balanced” and “Clinically Tested Safe Scents”.

“Wake up, you BASTARD!!! You are now just 8 cm tall!!!”, Laura screamed and permanently blown out his eardrums. While all three ladies were given him their middle fingers! Then, the ladies put on some surgical gloves.

“Listen you bastard, our middle fingers are going to give you a pounding that you well deserved”, Samantha laughed viciously.

Without warning, Ceci flicked his penis with her middle finger as hard as she can! The knock was so hard that he flew across the counter and landed in the basin. As he was screaming in distressing agony, the three ladies were falling about laughing. At that point, Samantha flicked him in the testes as well, as his body smashed against the faucet and landed back in the basin.

“Let’s move on to the next step. This douchebag needs to be douched!”, Ceci exclaimed.

“Should I perform the procedure?”, Laura asked curiously. “Stop being a doctor and let’s have fun with this BASTARD! Just let Ceci do whatever she wants!”, Samantha interjected assertively. “Besides, I know how to douche, I am a woman.”, Ceci laughed.

Ceci removed the sanitary overwrap, then held the cap of the bottle with one hand, while holding the nozzle with the other hand. She pulled the nozzle straight up until it clicks in place.

“The Douche is ready now!”, Ceci laughed as she clutched the bastard in her hand without any care at all.

Ceci maliciously inserted the nozzle into his anus, around half an inch, and slowly squeezed the bottle. Since the anus opening was closed; the douching solution couldn’t flow freely out of his anus. As the douching solution is being injected into the bastard’s abdomen, his belly started to swell rapidly! He was screaming at the top of his voice, but it is just a low volume squeak in the outdoors. As the pressure increased, his excrement started to flow freely out his mouth! Subsequently, Ceci continued to squeeze the entire bottle of douching solution into the bastard, while the liquid became clear and she yanked out the nozzle.

The three ladies were discussing which one of them is the heaviest, it appeared that Ceci is the tallest, so supposedly she is the heaviest as well. While the bustard was still sobbing in the basin, Samantha carelessly and repeatedly flicked him with her middle finger until he got flung on the floor.

Ceci took off her elegant pumps, then removed her stockings, then, swiftly step on the 8 cm bastard with the ball of her right foot. For the moment, she was resting mostly on her left foot, so only a modest part of her weight is on the bastard. Then, she started to rotate her right foot left and right leisurely and shifting to different positions, from his upper body to the middle, and lower legs. She was unrelenting even though the bastard became unresponsive. Eventually, she got bored, applied her full weight, and repeated the process. Instantly, all his insides were bursting out, as the floor became slippery.

Laura handed a stack of paper towels to Ceci, as Ceci lifted her foot off the bastard. A large part of the pasty mess was pasted on her sole, so she was cleaning it off with paper towels.

“Oh yuck”, both Laura and Samantha exclaimed. However, something fascinated Ceci.

“Wow, the bastard’s bones were scraping against my nastiest calluses, so my foot is much smoother now!” Ceci laughed hysterically.

“That’s gross!”, Samantha exclaimed. “Well, the funding issue has been resolved!” Ceci laughed pompously.

Preface: Realistically, many of my friends have moderate calluses on their toes, between two toes or on the ball of their feet. Why? Typically, from wearing heels or even pumps with rather high heels. In a way, it is uncaring of most of the male authors that are writing about our feet, yet hardly anyone ever wrote about hammertoes. Luckily, most treatment of hammertoes is non-surgical. Anyway, I am writing this chapter to voice this issue, hoping that you guys will be more sensitive about women’s health. Yet, to make this chapter enjoyable, there I will be inside my friend’s shoe and allow her to use me as padding to relieve the pressure on her toes to help reduce the symptoms.

Note: Ceci is the senior attorney-at-law for the corporation and she has been Samantha’s significant other for years. She has a lovely figure, at 170 cm (5’7”) tall, 136 pounds, with an average pair of size B cups. At a height of 5’7”, she is one of the heaviest ladies in the corporation.

Jessica placed me in her soft baggy shoulder bag in supple leather and she walked to the corporate restaurant for the daily breakfast meeting. Laura has already arrived, after Jessica placed me on the dining table, the two doctors kissed softly. Laura gently carried me in her supple hand and gave me a soft kiss as well.

“Theresa, you smell like minty mouthwash.”, Laura gave Jessica a naughty look. Jessica smiled subtly as she continued to read the breakfast menu.

Then, Ceci and Samantha walked in. I was attracted by Ceci’s beautiful outfit, with a single-button blazer and ankle pants, matching a pair of black, classic slip-on pumps, leather upper with an almond toe, non-slip sole with 1.5" heels. Yet, I noticed that she was walking sluggishly, so I squeaked, “Ceci, is there anything wrong with your pumps?”.

“This pair is fine; they are made for all-day wear, with leather lining and insole for comfort and breathability. It is the awful 3" heels that I had to wear to the investors’ meeting yesterday, I really should have just worn a pair of pumps. Besides, I’ve hammertoes on my left foot, especially on my 2nd and 3rd toes.”, Ceci complained.

“Did the peppermint oil and salt crystals foot soak help?” Samantha asked.

“It was lovely, my dear. But my hammertoes are still bothersome.”, Ceci replied sorely.

Meanwhile, I was using a cotton napkin as a blanket. Laura reached out and picked me up with the king-sized napkin wrapped around me while feeding me a crumb of her lemon poppy-seed muffin. While Ceci and Samantha were realizing that there is a threesome relationship between Laura, Jessica, and me.

“Anyway, I heard that the new version of the Nano Intelligent Cells has worked brilliantly. So, Theresa, can I take a look at your brand-new, left arm?”, Samantha asked excitingly.

“Well, you can take a look. But the Nano Intelligent Cells doesn’t do anything for pain prevention, it was very painful for Theresa when her whole arm was torn off from her shoulder!”, Jessica explained firmly.

“I beg your pardon? She did sign the contract.”, Ceci interjected politely.

I saw the discussion is being heated, so I ask Laura to carry me to Samantha at her eye level and I showed her my new arm. While Jessica played the video of the event to Ceci and Samantha as well.

“We are very happy with the results. Anyway, my apologies for being edgy, it is my hammertoes that are bothersome.”, Ceci smiled warmly.

“Your toe joints are quite flexible, from the last examination. All you need is more support under the arch of your toes, and it will be alleviated. Besides, we all had a full dose of the Nano Intelligent Cells, but I think that it could be a misalignment of the toe joints, then a physical readjustment might be needed.”, Laura explained.

“I would like to volunteer to be your toes padding. I would like to see if I can withstand your weight.”, as usual, I was biting off more than I can chew.

Before anyone can interrupt, Ceci nodded warmly, she reached out and picked me up from Laura’s hand, then took the napkin off and exposed me in the nude. She took off her left pump and put me in it widthwise, while laying on my stomach, with my head facing the left so my head will be under her pinkie toe. She put her pump back on her foot with care.

As soon as Ceci inserted her supple foot in her pump while sitting on the restaurant’s posh chair, the ambiance became pure darkness. The most unpleasant attribute is that I could feel two huge claws clenching me in place between her toes and the ball of her foot. I felt a heavy thump as she set her foot on the tiled floor, while she was still sitting. The weight increased tremendously, as all of my spinal joints popped and cracked like I just got a series of extremely heavy chiropractic adjustments. As I was somewhat dazed, I heard Jessica’s voice, coming from the outside, “Are you all right? If you can hear me and you are okay, try to move so we know you want to go forward with this foolishness!

Since my arms were at my sides, I made every effort to squirm, but I am clueless on whether Ceci can feel the movement. Then, Ceci’s toes started to wriggle in response. As her hammertoes rubbed against my thighs and forearms, the calluses were like sandpapers.

“Yea, I can feel her moving. I guess she is all right, the Nano Intelligent Cells are working.”, Ceci tried to set Laura and Jessica’s minds at rest. “I will give her back to you by the end of today.”, Ceci said politely as she eats her full breakfast.

The breakfast meeting continued for another one hour, as Laura and Jessica are self-assured that the Nano Intelligent Cells will surely work, they returned to the treatment centre to finalize the report. Samantha and Ceci finished their cups of coffee and started their rather long walk to the executive block.

Ceci could feel the difference with Theresa underneath her tired toes. As she started to walk out of the restaurant, she felt that her hammertoes were being supported and the soreness has lessened considerably. As the 1.5" heel will put around 40% of her body weight between the toes and the arch of her foot.

“You look happy, your hammertoes must be better.”, Samantha commented curiously.

“Yea, I feel great!”, as the loving couple hold their hands together and started to stroll back to their office.

As I was just getting used to the weight of Ceci’s leg, I enjoyed the leathery, yet somewhat musky aroma of the leather lining and insole. The ambiance lasted for about one hour, then it was suddenly changed adversely. The weight increased abruptly by multiple times. Countless of my bones fractured simultaneously, while muscles were severely flattened and ligaments were torn. Ironically, my body became moulded to Ceci’s foot.

As Ceci continued to walk (clueless on her destination), various bone protrusions were occurring in a chorus of her footsteps, almost like a classical concert. The pain was extremely excruciating, while the Nano Intelligent Cells were swiftly repairing and sustaining my body, a complete loss of consciousness couldn’t occur. After a while, the two huge claws relaxed the grip, my body can move a bit, just in harmony with each movement of her footsteps. Likewise, the various bone protrusions are scraping against her calluses, which helped to smooth out her hard skin as well.

To be continued - - -

Ceci’s left foot is almost completely revitalized, her hammertoes have started to relax and straighten out. She was very in high spirits with much gratitude towards Theresa’s undertaking. Since all the senior executives have been injected with the latest Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC), the NIC started to repair and rejuvenate her straightened toes, so Theresa has done her task. But, Ceci is unwilling to part with this comfy support. Meanwhile, she shifted her whole weight on her left foot to further mould Theresa to the contour of her toes. Meanwhile, her mobile started to ring.

“Oh, hello Jessica. No worries, Theresa is all right.”, Ceci replied by lying.

“I figure that if your hammertoes have straightened out, the NIC should have repaired them. Please bring Theresa back.”, Jessica asked urgently.

“Well, my toes are still sore, so they might need further readjustment. Anyway, I have an executive meeting now. Cheerio.”, Ceci hung up and switched her mobile to silent mode.

While the couple is still holding hands, Samantha asked, “You are cheery. Your toes are okay now?”.

“They feel great! Theresa is a wonderful pad!”, Ceci grinned.

Back to my position.

My jaws have been brutally fractured and perfectly moulded to Ceci’s pinkie toe. While the NIC has stopped all the bleeding, it couldn't heal any of the fractures properly, as the bones are crushed and pressed to abnormal positions. Meanwhile, the temperature is at least 31 degrees C and the humidity is high. As my face was being smashed against the cushioning leather insole, I was breathing in the blended aroma of leathery, musky, and peppermint, while I was semi-conscious. I guessed that Ceci must be still walking as the recurring up and down movement always ended with a heavy, deafening thump.

Next, the thumping stopped, while excruciating weight started to squash me pitilessly. A severe tickling sensation focused on my head, which was the NIC sustaining my brain function for the most part. While it was unimaginably painful, yet I perceived it as Ceci throwing down the gauntlet at me! I made every effort to lift against the merciless weight, but none of my muscles obeyed. After what seemed to be a long time, the up and down movement/thumping continued.

Back to the outside.

Ceci reached her office and gave Samantha a brief kiss, as Samantha walked down the corridor to her office. She sat on her executive leather chair and took the weight off her feet. She focused on the legality of the marketing documents on the new Longevity injection. After around an hour, she felt a slight quivering underneath her toes. It felt good, like a delicate, pulsating massage. Ceci smiled and assumed that Theresa is all right. So, she intermittently wiggled her toes in response, as she continued to edit the documents. She glanced at her watch and noticed that it is almost lunchtime. As much as she is unwilling, she decided to take Theresa out of her pump and phoned Jessica to arrange for Theresa to be collected.

Back to my position.

After what seemed to be a very long time, the thumping stopped and much of the weight was lessened. Despite everything, there was the weight was still rather heavy. As my muscles started to heal, the natural reaction of my body is to convulse uncontrollably. Then, Ceci’s huge, supple toes began to wiggle and the heavy kneading was like forceful chiropractic adjustments, inadvertently aligning my fractured bones. Suddenly, the light came through, as I breathed in the fresh air. In the meantime, Jessica and Laura have arrived and they are glad to see that I seemed to be in one piece.

Men have long had access to this ‘Old Boy’s Network’ that women have been excluded from. Equipped with the new version of Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC), Laura and Jessica decided to have an outing at the local Old Boy’s gym. While we are aware that the NIC doesn’t prevent any physical injury, but it does enhance our strength, agility, and healing ability by multiple times. So, we decided to see the actual performance.

Upon arrival at the gym, the men were eyeing us right away. The two ladies were dressed conservatively, by wearing a pair of black tights, short sleeve t-shirts to avoid unnecessary attention on our breasts, and sneakers.

From Jessica’s perspective

As we walked into the gym, the testosterone level is very high, the sweaty odour is awfully difficult to put up with. Most of the members are jocks and they were fascinated by us, as they weren’t expecting two petite Asian ladies to walk into their Old Boy’s Gym. Hence, a jock approached us.

“Greeting ladies. My name is Mike, the gym manager, can I help you?”, Mike greeted us with curiosity.

“We are looking for an aerobics studio, we saw your gym and decided to have a look.”, I replied politely.

As we were being guided, we saw the bench-press rack and we noticed that a barbell set of 200 pounds was set on the rack. Laura proceeded to lie down on the bench. Mike was taken aback and warned Laura that it was too heavy for her to lift. While Mike went to spot her, Laura’s feminine, supple muscles flexed, as she lifted the barbell set rather comfortably. She did a set of 10 repetitions at ease, while many of the jocks are gathering to watch the event.

“It is fairly heavy but manageable. May I ask what is the top record in this gym?”, Laura asked softly.

“Well, it is at 320 pounds ma'am!”, Mike emphasized.

“Can you set it up at 330 pounds? I want to see if I can set a new record.”, Laura asked politely. Mike was in a state of unbelief, but he went ahead and set it up anyway.

Laura femininely lied down on the bench and lifted the barbell set, this time, she was experiencing modest stress, while she did a set of 10 repetitions once again. Then, she asked me to give it a try.

I was quite apprehensive about the heavyweight, but with Laura’s assurance, I lied down on the bench and attempted to lift the barbell set. As I made an effort, I felt a strong tickly sensation in my arms and upper body, while I lifted the weight rather comfortably, so I did a set of 10 repetitions as well.

These jocks were staring at us with astonishment! While Laura and I politely excused ourselves from the premises, we still haven’t fully realized our physical abilities.

Meanwhile, Laura is contemplating further testing Theresa’s limits at her shrunken height of merely 7 cm.

To be continued - - -

Background

The administrative centre has announced that it has installed squat eco-toilets for all the personnel. Several studies have found that the anorectal angle had greater widening in the squatting position, so the users should have less abdominal straining while squatting. Therefore, it is in fact, squat toilets are better for health. Since the office is part of a conglomerate with many foreigners, so squatting is favoured by most of the personnel.

Unlike a Western toilet, a squat toilet is installed at the floor level. For all the residential apartments, the administrative centre has purchased brand-new waterless, odourless, eco-toilets. They are designed like empty basins, in which, the bodily waste will be temporarily set, while a discreet fan will draw out the odour. Each squat eco-toilet is specially designed to be environmentally friendly, when the detachable, non-stick coated, tempered-glass basin is filled, it can be detached and the fecal matter can be poured onto a lawn or garden as manure. This way, it uses significantly less water because they don’t retain any water in the toilet bowls and the bodily waste will be recycled as fertilizer.

The Story

It is a rainy Saturday morning; Laura woke up and visited the squat eco-toilet. After around ten minutes, she came into the living room in a cheerless mood. Meanwhile, Jessica said good morning to us and went into the bathroom, around ten minutes later, she came out to the living room with a smile.

“Have you tried the new squat eco-toilet? It is so much better when you need to poo!”, Jessica said cheerfully.

“Well, it didn’t work well for me, I am still constipated. The Nano Intelligent Cells don’t have any prevention towards constipation.”, Laura explained cheerlessly. While she went to the bathroom cabinet to look for a suppository, but there is none.

I squalled and waved to Laura, “Use me as a suppository!”.

“I beg your pardon?”, Laura exclaimed unbelievably.

“Believe me, this doesn’t surprise me at all! I imagine that it would be reciprocally beneficial, as she is very peculiar, so she might enjoy being a suppository!” Jessica explained rather coolly.

Laura picked me up with her supple thumb and index finger and started to instruct me on what to do.  Meanwhile, Jessica was impressed by the efficiency, built-in, ventilator, as the bathroom remains odourless from her fresh feces.

“Thanks for doing this nauseating task. If you can soften the front part of the fecal matter, this should reduce the abdominal strain, I should be able to have an easier bowel movement. I will have to push you in rather deeply to be sure you can reach my feces. Anyway, I will lubricate you with some olive oil.”, Laura explained appreciatively.

Laura gently and thoroughly coated me with olive oil. Then, she sat on the daybed and spread her legs and revealed her vaginal opening, but as she brought me closer, she was steering me lower into her anus instead. She started to insert me head first, while she was trying to be gentle, she had to grip rather tightly and slowly but surely increase the shove into her anus. She moved her pinch to my thighs when my upper torso has passed the anal sphincter. Laura was unintentionally squeezing my arms against my waist, as I was inserted in the anal canal, I found that I couldn’t move my arms above my head at all. But there was no way that I could have communicated with Laura.

Subsequently, I heard Laura speaking, “So far, so good. I am going to push you into my rectum now. The air will be very foul, but the Nano Intelligent Cells will help you adapt to it. Thanks again!”. Afterwards, Laura used her middle finger and started to push on Theresa’s feet, until her metacarpophalangeal joint (the first knuckle at the junction between her hand and her finger) has reached near the anal sphincter, then, she withdrew her finger.

In the meantime, Laura settled on the sofa, as Jessica sat next to her and kissed her on the cheek.

“So, is Theresa all settled in?”, Jessica smiled naughtily, as she gave Laura a large glass of apple juice.

“Thanks, dear, the apple juice will help as well. Anyway, I can’t imagine how Theresa can enjoy being placed in this disgusting predicament!”, Laura replied doubtfully.

“Well, I love Theresa dearly, but I have accepted her eccentricity a long while ago. Trust me, she is most likely having a feast!”, Jessica explained sarcastically.

“Really? As long as I can dump it, I am happy!”, Laura replied humorously.

Note: Foresightedly, poo is mostly made up of water (more or less 75%). The remaining 25% of feces consists of solids, which are mainly organic (relating to living matter) materials. At a rough guess, 40% of the solids are organic material is teeming with microbes, mostly bacteria, such as Prevotella and Ruminococcaceae. This structure is also known as colon microbiota composition. Yet the rest of the solids are of undigested plant matter, protein, undigested fats, and undigested nutritional fibre.

Back to my predicament

Laura’s final push caused me to smash face first in the massive hot, putrid stool. It felt very lumpy, like a giant sausage, as a large gulp of it was forced into my mouth! The taste is distinctively bland, yet somewhat bitter. The piece that I got was quite chewy, similar to a piece of overcooked meat, as my face was fully stuck in the feces, I had to swallow it.

The air has a rather stale nauseating smell, but it was adaptable. The main problem is that I couldn’t raise my arm frontward because her rectum/rectal cavity is rather packed, so I couldn’t unstiffen the stool. The only possibility is to deliberately mash my face against it. However, it is an inefficient, laborious method. After a short time, I was very hungry, while the Nano Intelligent Cells needs nourishment. I resolved to eat Laura’s feces!

I took another large bite and I got a mouthful of tomato skin with some sesame. It was much better than the previous chewy piece. As I continued to eat, it became quite flavourless but the texture was very delectable. The main drawback is that there were a lot of chewier pieces of undigested meat than undigested vegetables. Even so, I was hungry, so I kept on eating.

Meanwhile, the stool is softening at a snail's pace. Eventually, sufficient pressure began to build up within the bloated rectal cavity. Laura decided to visit the squat eco-toilet for a second time.

I heard a loud rumbling sound and felt air escaping from the rectum, as I felt the massive fecal matter moving towards the outside. Subsequently, cool air reached my legs as my lower torso was pushed past the anal sphincter and I got stuck there. Then, another loud rumbling sound occurred and I was pushed outward.

I was anticipating a rather hard landing onto the ceramic basin, unexpectedly, I ended up landing on another massive log of cooled feces, with a shallow pool of urine. Interestingly, the other cooled log was much smoother and softer, yet resembled a spiral snake shape. As the rest of Laura’s log gradually landed on top of me, sandwiching me between it and the cooled feces that was already in the basin. As Laura continued to grunt from above, she pushed another huge log of feces out and landed on top of the pile as well.

As Laura wiped her anus with soft toilet papers, Laura exclaimed, “I feel so relieved!”. She stood up and looked in the huge pile of feces. It took a short while before she finally realized that I am being trapped underneath both of her huge logs while being sandwiched on top of someone else’s log as well.

While I was shouting to Laura to find out who has defecated before her, but as I am merely 7 cm tall, my voice is inaudible when Laura is standing. But Laura refused to bend down near the squat eco-toilet, as the odour will then be too potent, despite the automatic ventilation. However, Laura guessed what I was shouting about.

“It is Jessica’s poo that you are laying on, so it is not from a stranger. Anyway, let me put on a pair of rubber gloves and I will get you out of this mess.”, Laura said while apologizing.

Then, Laura saw me shaking my head and shouting, so she half-heartedly bent down while holding her nose to listen to me. So, I explained that I was still eating!

Laura stood up and softly replied, “Whatever floats your boat! Bon Appetit!”. As Laura washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom.

P.S. - Part 2 will be written in an upcoming chapter.

Even though that I have been fortunate to have the enhancement of the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC), the recovery from being utilized as additional arch support for Vicki has put an agonizing toll on my body.  It took much longer for me to fully recuperate than Laura’s anticipation.  Then again, my loved ones, Jessica and Laura earned their senior partnerships within the firm because of the success in the experiment, as I managed to live to tell the tale.  To cut a long story short, I fully recovered, but I haven’t gotten enough courage to lie in Jessica or Laura’s shoes for a while.  

It was a drizzly Sunday morning, shortly after breakfast.  Yesterday, Laura bought a pair of stunning, black Chelsea (elastic-sided, ankle-high, size 7.5) boots for Jessica during the Black Friday special sale.  It’s completed in black, supple leather, harmonized with the quintessential elastic panels, elevated on a sculpted, 2 inches (50mm) heel.   Its construction is enhanced by a TPU (thermoplastic polyurethane) outsole, designed to increase general support and stability.  Likewise, EVA (ethylene vinyl acetate) footbed provides foot-adapting comfort for a natural sensation.  Additionally, Laura bought a pair of moisture-wicking crew socks to go with Jessica’s new Chelsea boots. 

Since all three of us have received the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC) injections, Laura and Jessica’s physiques have been much enhanced.

Jessica (a 37 years old, petite Asian) is always hale and hearty.  Since the enhancement by the NIC, she has restored her early-year physique, like a recent university graduate these days.  She has a short and spiky hairstyle to go with her beautiful figure and light brown complexion.  She is petite but in good physical shape, via muscle toning, she has developed her body to have a toned, sleek look with long and lean muscles with a light-peach skin undertone.  As a result, she weighs 112 lbs., with a height of 5’3”.  One interesting attribute is about her feet, which there is a slight size difference, as her left foot is a size 7.5 and her right foot is a size 7.  As expected, her new Chelsea boots are sized to her bigger left foot at size 7.5, so her right boot will be slightly roomier.   

We started the day with a refreshing shower.  The luxurious bathroom has a spacious shower for two, furnished with a ceiling mounted.  Jessica has prepared a lemon cleansing hair and body shampoo.  Laura and Jessica stepped into the shower, while Jessica is gently holding me in her palm, then placed me on the centre of the matte porcelain floor.  I could smell the residual scent from the hydrogen peroxide cleaner spray that the cleaning lady used to clean the bathroom.

Laura and Jessica started to do their routine feminine shaving with their lady electric shavers.  Afterwards, Jessica gradually picked me up in her left hand and started to shave my legs with the electric shaver.  Imagine being shaved by a huge lawnmower, that would be the scenario.  But Jessica was meticulous and tender, as she gave my legs a clean and comfortable shave.  Then, she placed me back on the centre of the matte porcelain floor.

As I looked up, Laura and Jessica were towering above me like two feminine high-rise buildings.

“Ready?  I am turning on the shower.”, Laura spoke.

A cascade of warm water started to fall from above.  Laura and Jessica’s eyes met lovingly, as Laura squeezed out a handful of lemon shampoo and started to tenderly rub it on Jessica’s hair, while Jessica corresponded reciprocally.  As they continued to lather up each other, I got jealous.  But the cascade of soapy water was keeping me pressed on the floor and it was impossible to move.  In time, Laura turned off the shower, while Laura and Jessica began towelling off and took me to the bedroom.  

Jessica noticed that I was unhappy and felt left out.  To make up with me, she smiled warmly at me and showed me a plastic tub of coconut body butter, which is made of natural ingredients with mostly coconut oil and shea butter.  However, from my minuscule perspective, it looked like a bathtub of coconut butter.  Meanwhile, her giant feminine fingers grabbed onto the aluminum lid and removed it effortlessly.  

“Let me know if there are any stubbles on my legs.”, Jessica said naughtily.  “What?”, I replied hastily.

Unexpectedly, she took hold of me with her right fingers, and immersed me in the coconut butter and pulled me out simultaneously.  Then, she placed my body, forward-facing lengthwise, along her shin.  She leisurely rubbed me along the length of her left tibia.  It was like being pressed against a silky concrete pillar.  Then she dipped me in the coconut butter, pulled me out, moved onto her left knee and kneaded me against her patella (kneecap) in a slow, circular motion.  At that point, I felt a few stubbles scraped on my breasts and caused me to yelp.  Jessica simply placed me on the nightstand, next to the tub of coconut butter, then use the electric shaver on her knees once again.  

Jessica dipped me in the coconut butter again and kneaded me against her patella (kneecap) in a slow, circular motion, but she pressed me against both of her knees this time.  It was like being pressed against a massive rock-hard covering.  Meanwhile, I could hear Laura’s booming giggles in the background. 

Jessica’s thigh is like a pillar wrapped with a firm, hefty pad.  As I was being gradually pressed on her quadriceps and hamstrings, the surface was smooth, warm, springily firm.  As I was being pressed up and down along the length of her thigh, it was like being deeply massaged, as I fell asleep.

“Oh, how sweet, she fell asleep.”, Jessica whispered. 

“Let’s put her in my black, leather knee-high boots instead.”, Laura giggled.

“Aren’t they rather worn?”, Jessica asked.

“They are about two years old, but the style is chic.  I just had the leather polished”, Laura smiled. 

“Do you remember that we got a bottle of cherry blossom perfume as a bonus gift?”, Jessica went to get it from her cabinet and sprayed a generous volume in the inside of Laura’s knee-high boots.  Then, Jessica proceeded to place me in the forepart of Laura’s left boot.

“Wow, I could smell it from across the room!”, Laura exclaimed as Laura put on a pair of straight-leg jeans and a pair of crew socks.

After spraying the inside of Laura’s knee-high boots with the cherry blossom perfume, Jessica placed them next to the upholstered bench by the front door.  They are beautifully designed in a sleek style that would draw out Laura’s slim, sporty physique; sitting on a low block heel, and round-toed for comfort.

Laura casually put on her right boot first, then she meticulously put on her left boot, especially to place me under the curvature of her toes.  Since she can’t see how my body is positioned, she had to trust her sensation.  She could feel that I was lying flat, yet it was not possible to tell whether I was laying on my back or my stomach.  Eventually, she inserted her foot all the way and zipped up the side zipper.  While Jessica looked on with a worrying look.

“Oh, don’t worry.  Tess had a booster of the Nano Intelligent Cells not long ago.  She is well protected.”, Laura reassured Jessica with a warm smile.

***

As I started to regain consciousness, I felt like being wedged between a firm padded floor and a weighty woven ceiling with five sturdy, claw-shaped, yet supple appendages, while an intense flowery fragrance is overwhelming my awareness.  The aroma was overly potent, I thought that I was in a cherry-blossom gas chamber, my nose got very runny and my eyes were very irritated.

While I found myself laying down on my stomach, I struggled to lift the heavy ceiling, like I was persisting to do a push-up.  Yet, even with additional strength from the Nano Intelligent Cells, I merely managed to lift it slightly.   The enormous appendages clutched at me to assert their dominance.  Since both Laura and Jessica have been benefited from the Nano Intelligent Cells as well, my tiny size is extremely outmatched.  It was like being manoeuvred by a compact excavator.  Yet, my determination kept encouraging me to fight on until both of my shoulder joints were completely disjointed all together.  The supple, mighty appendages continued to manipulate my body to fit the contour of their curves, as my spinal column was being mercilessly twisted with countless loud pops and snaps.  I tried to scream, but my lungs were being compressed by the weight.

***

Laura was merely sitting on the bench, waiting for Jessica to get dressed.  Jessica came into view in a red Merino wool sleeveless sweater, with a pair of black chino pants, completed her outfit with a pair of stylish, black Chelsea boots.  That’s the boots that I wanted to be in, but things didn’t develop as I hoped for.

“Wow, you look beautiful!”, Laura praised Jessica, as she stood up to get going while being unmindful about the abrupt, added pressure that has multiplied on my body.  Jessica blushed and pecked Laura’s lips.

“Is Tess well fitted in there?”, Jessica asked caringly.

“No worries, she is underneath the bends of my toes.  Most of my weight is being concentrated at the ball of my foot, she'll be alright.”, Laura reassured Jessica sincerely.  

After leaving their apartment, the two ladies started to stroll along the corridor, then down the stairways.  As Laura walked down the stairs, she began to get pleasure from the extra padding in her left boot.  Each time the anterior part of her left foot is set down on a step, the cushioning is especially comfy and I turned out to be a nice add-on to the worn insole.  Meanwhile, Laura was thinking to herself that it would be unnecessary to have these fancy memory foam insoles.  

***

Suddenly, the weight multiplied by several times.  Since my head was directly under her hallux (the “big toe”), this instant caused my head to twist to one side severely, while my jaws were brutally displaced and caused my mouth to open widely.   Her second and third toes (the “long toe” and “middle toe”) were squashing on my back, subjecting each vertebra of the spinal column under immense pressure.  Both of my scapulae (shoulder blades) were fractured.  Her fourth and fifth toes (the “ring toe” and “pinky toe”) were pressing on my pelvic region and legs, unexpectedly, the pelvis and legs remained intact while under tremendous weight.

Since the merciless weight was continuous, I guessed that either Laura or Jessica was standing, as I was not cognizant of whose boot that I was held in.  Because of the intense weight, my body struggled to tremble in vain, as I was being kept still effortlessly by her foot.  Before long, my body was numbed, apart from the constant popping and cracking.

Thud

I must have been unconscious, as I got wakened by a thunderous thud as well as excruciating pain.  My jawline was severely collapsed, while my tongue was forcefully stuck out of my mouth.  A metallic taste occurred as mouthfuls of blood were forced out from my insides.  During which, my kneecaps were severely fractured from being pressed against the firm, leathery padded floor unforgivingly. 

Thud

As I felt the rapid plunge, I finally sensed that either Laura or Jessica was walking down the stairs.  Another weighty landing with forwarding momentum occurred, this time, it felt like her third to fifth toes stepped down on me for the most part.  In reality, the ball of her foot absorbed most of the force.  Despite the fact, the forward thrust coarsely chafed my pelvis and legs against the firm, leathery floor.   The pain was unbearable, I wanted to scream for mercy, but couldn’t as there was insufficient air in my lungs, combined with a crushed mandible.  Much of the skin was worn down, as various bones of the hips and kneecaps were visible.  In the meantime, the heavy, supple, woven ceiling was getting very hot and humid, while the air was getting stale with a cheaply fragranced perfume.  Plus, oil was seeping from the ceiling, which smelled like musky coconut.

While I was enduring severe vertigo, it was very confusing since I couldn’t figure out whose boot that I was being confined in.  One possibility is to use my get a whiff of the scent, but the overwhelming cheaply fragranced perfume and musky coconut oil were suppressing any natural scent.  In time, I felt the rough callus on her hallux (the “big toe”), which sensed like a coarse armour to me.  I realized that I must be underneath Laura’s foot at that moment. 

Thud

Another long vertical drop transpired, this time, Laura’s big toe and long toe landed first.  The rough callus on her big toe seemed like a gravelly platter being slammed on the side of my face.  Since the environment was pitch-dark, I couldn't ascertain the actual damage, but I felt that my cheeks were trampled pitilessly.  I simply got knocked out.  

***

As Laura and Jessica continued down the stairs, they were engrossed by the Winter Festive decorations along the stairways, while Laura has forgotten about me in her left boot.  The grand interior was perfumed with a fresh-pine fragrance, which further diverted Laura’s attention.  The two ladies decided to walk to the wharf and enjoy the sea breeze.  An hour later, after the relaxing stroll, they entered a seaside café to enjoy some coffee.  Meanwhile, Jessica asked Laura to release me from her boot.  

To be continued.

As Laura and Jessica sat down at a table in the seaside café, Laura released me from her lovely boot subtly.  I was grateful for the fresh air.  I found myself lying on Jessica’s warm, supple palm.  She took a good look at me and spoke softly.

“Gosh Laura, what did you do?  She is all wonky.  You shouldn’t have put so much weight on her.”, Jessica spoke subtly, while making sure that the waitress didn’t notice the state of my condition.  

“I beg your pardon?  I have a petite figure, I couldn’t have put that much weight on her.”, Laura replied humorously while giving Jessica a naughty wink.

While holding a cup of coffee in her left hand, Jessica calmly closed her supple, right hand around me, it was like being embraced in a warm, muscular, titanic grip.  With my minuscule body in her fist, she started to manipulate and straighten my frame.  I was literally at her fingertips, as her powerful fingers forcefully straightened out my joints and bones.  

Meanwhile, Laura was appreciating Jessica’s feminine forearm, with a lovely toned muscles look.  As Jessica’s forearm muscles tightened, Laura looked intently with a warm smile, which caused Jessica to blush.  In the meantime, I was in a painful, yet thought-provoking position, as I was getting a sense of Jessica’s muscular strength.  While her hand has unimaginable power, yet with great meticulousness, which brought about a great deal of admiration from my perspective.  My bones and joints were snapping and popping back in place, and it took much determination to prevail from screaming in pain.  It seems to be a long while for Jessica to complete the complex procedure, in reality, it took merely ten minutes.  When it was done, the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC) worked efficiently and I was benefiting from the powerful manipulation.

Suddenly, both Laura and Jessica’s mobiles were buzzing at the same time.  An urgent text was sent by Heidi, the marketing manageress.  Jessica took hold of me and placed me in her handbag, and they hurried to Heidi’s apartment.  There were lots of cosmetics in her purse, so I was being bounced around until a grabbed onto a stick of tampon that offered some stability.  Meanwhile, I was curious about what the urgency was about. 

Jessica took me out from her handbag and placed me on a glass rectangle coffee table in the living room.   Heidi, Jessica, and Laura were seated around the table.  There was a bundle of used cleansing wipes in front of me, that are blood-stained.  I saw that there were unidentified substances wrapped in it.  At that time, Heidi started to describe the sequence of events.

Heidi explained that she went for a run and felt a squashy lump under the ball of her right foot.  It didn’t bother her at all, so she continued her run.  When she returned to her apartment, as she removed her running shoes, she discovered a red mush.  After she has cleaned the mess with two cleansing wipes, she noticed that it could be the remains of a minuscule person. 

Laura and Jessica were skeptical as our corporation has kept the technology under wraps.  So, we decided to perform a home-based autopsy.  Since there was a nice set of cutleries in the kitchen, Jessica picked out a stainless-steel paring knife as the main instrument.  To me, it looked as if it is a giant machete.  Jessica started to meticulously scrape off the remains from the soiled cleansing wipes and spread the mess out on a paper plate.  The mush wasn’t very bloody as much of the blood has been absorbed by the wipes.  After around 15 minutes, Jessica figured that she has got most of it on the plate.

Next, I was tasked to perform the autopsy.  Heidi gave a roll of food plastic wrap to Jessica, as Jessica picked me up with her left thumb and index finger and wrapped my body in a layer of the plastic wrap.  It serves as a coverall.  Then, she wrapped my arms and legs individually.  So, I was well protected from any germs from the mush.  

As I moved towards the crushed, gory mass, it was smelled with a sweaty stench.  I recognized the scent right away, as it was somewhat like the aroma of Jessica and Laura’s feet.  However, it was mixed with a somewhat rotting odour, which was like menses.  Then, Laura started to give me instructions on what to do.

“Tess, you should be able to see much more details of the remains because of your diminished size.  Let’s try to put the remains back together.  Start by putting the bigger pieces in order.  You can spend as much time as you need.”  Laura explained meticulously.

I began to look at the remains closely and a strange part caught my eyes, so I proceeded to grab it with both hands and yanked it out.  It is an awkward sausage with a thin external sac of skin that was hanging below it.  So, I described it to my friends accordingly.  Laura and Jessica started laughing and explained that would confirm that the remains are of the male gender.  While Heidi commented that it was his pride and joy.  The ladies gestured me to carry on.

I placed the sausage aside.  I found the task to be very difficult, as the whole thing is flattened like a pancake of flesh and bones.   However, I was determined to complete the challenging task.  

I took hold of another handful of mush and found a few teeth, then another larger bone with a tooth still attached to it.  I figured that must be part of the head, after that, I found a few pieces of bones, those of the cranium and those of the face.  It took a long time, but I managed to gather around 25 pieces to put together something that resembled a skull.  Afterwards, it was time for a lunch break.

After the detailed autopsy, I didn’t have much appetite.  However, it didn’t bother the three ladies, as they were just jotting down notes and didn’t bother with a close look at the remains.  I was curious and asked how come I didn’t get flattened that severely, every time that I was underneath Laura and Jessica’s feet.  They replied seriously and explained that I am their partner and they’ve always been certain to place me under their arches or the curves of their toes, plus I have the enhanced healing power of the Nano Intelligent Cells.  Meanwhile, Jessica place me on her palm, lifted me to her face and kissed me lovingly.  Meanwhile, I got a whiff of a mixture of her tuna salad sandwich and cappuccino.  It was much better than the stench of the gory mush. 

As I proceeded with the examination, I found twelve vertebras, even though several vertebras were missing, I muddled through and put together a part of the spinal column.  Alas, I couldn’t gather enough pieces to put together a ribcage.  Though, I found enough pieces to fit together a pair of thighbones.  Sadly, what's left was too trampled to bear a resemblance to anything else.  Therefore, the autopsy was somewhat completed.

Even though I have been fortunate to have the enhancement of the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC), the recovery from being utilized as additional arch support for Vicki has put an agonizing toll on my body.  It took much longer for me to fully recuperate than Laura’s anticipation.  Then again, my loved ones, Jessica and Laura earned their senior partnerships within the firm because of the success of the experiment, as I managed to live to tell the tale.  To cut a long story short, I fully recovered, but I haven’t gotten enough courage to lie in Jessica or Laura’s shoes for a while.  Hence, I embarked on other peculiar pursuits.

It was a relaxing Friday evening, Jessica and Laura have brushed their teeth and settled on the Queen size memory foam mattress, complemented with a comforter bedding set, including a soft comforter decorated with a pinkish flowery pattern, and fitted sheet, and plush pillows.  As a tiny at 7 centimetres tall, I would barely take up any space from the gigantic bed.  Jessica placed me in between the two pillows, turned off the table lamp, and said good night.  

Both Jessica and Laura are gorgeous.  Jessica’s beauty is based on her light-peach skin undertone, with a slim, sporty figure at 160 cm, 50 kg.  While Laura has a somewhat darker tan skin undertone, with a well-built, athletic figure at 165 cm, 56 kg.  As I lay down on the soft mattress, I was enclosed by their slumbering faces.  My eyes became heavy and I was sound asleep.

Unexpectedly, two booming, recurring, vibrating, sounds awakened me.  I recognized that the ladies were snoring naturally.  Being adventuress, I climbed onto Jessica’s pillow and lay beside her mouth.  Jessica’s oblivious intimacy was wonderful; as her moist, warm breaths were soothing to my body.  The aroma was fragrant with a scent of mint and the noisy rumbling sounds were tranquillizing.  I fell asleep after a while.

The clock radio came on with soft music, as we woke up gently.  Jessica wanted to snooze on, while Laura and I had an urge to answer the call of nature.  Laura held me in the palm of her hand and entered the bathroom.  A brand-new, upscale toilet has been installed a short time ago.  As Laura approached it, the toilet cover opened automatically.  Laura placed me at the forepart of the toilet seat, so I can relieve myself accordingly.  At the same time, Laura removed her panties and sat on the toilet seat.  A cascade of fresh urine showered onto the porcelain basin, then a hot fume of flatulence gusted into it, stinking the air.  Subsequently, a supple, massive, somewhat brownish log settled in the toilet in a long, spiral pattern, which size of it was many times my size.  In addition, a splash of menses dropped on top of the enormous mound of feces, as Laura changed her tampon.  She wrapped it with a piece of toilet paper, but she couldn’t find a litterbin to discard it.  On a whim, she handed it to me to hold, while she cleaned her buttocks.

The hydrogen sulphide from Laura’s feces was very whiffy, as the stench essentially overwhelmed me and I became nauseated.  What’s worse is having to hold onto Laura’s soiled tampon, as she stood up, she grabbed me with her left thumb and index finger and lifted me to the wastebasket that was near the hand basin, so I could drop the soiled tampon in it.  All things considered, I felt belittled, yet the situation boosted my determination to contest for equivalence within the trio relationship.  This is the impasse between Laura and me.

Upon the sunrise, Laura and Jessica were getting dressed for the hike.  The ladies’ matching attires consist of petite-sized trails shorts, moisture-wicking tank tops, and two pairs of trail-running shoes that are merely two months old, so partially new.  It is constructed with breathable yet rugged interlace uppers to provide breathability, with a moulded midfoot support to secure the foot for a more stable feel.   Regarding any difference in the ladies’ figures, which lead to the slight variance in their shoe sizes.  Since Laura is of Indo-Taiwanese ancestry, her face is elegantly oval-shaped, with slim jawline, and slightly high cheekbones.  She has a mid-length haircut with a stunning, but short figure, fine-looking sun-tanned skin tone, as she stands at around 165 cm, 56 kg, hence she wears size 8.  Regarding any difference in the ladies’ figures, which lead to the slight variance in their shoe sizes.  Since Laura is of Indo-Taiwanese ancestry, her face is elegantly oval-shaped, with slim jawline, and slightly high cheekbones.  She has a mid-length haircut with a stunning, but short figure, fine-looking sun-tanned skin tone, as she stands at around 5' 3", 110 pounds, hence she wears size 7.  

While Jessica is of Taiwanese descent, her oval-shaped face has a slender chin and jawline, combined with a pair of lovely big eyes with a double-fold eyelid, and a flat, broad nose.  She has a short and spiky hairstyle to go with her beautiful figure and tan, peach skin tone.  She is athletically petite with a height of 5’5” at 119 pounds, hence she wears size 8.

   
Jessica decided to use the two-pair sock system for the hike, by wearing a pair of ultralightweight crew socks as sock liners, with moisture-wicking fabric to pull moisture away from the skin.  For the outer socks, she chose a pair of medium cushioning, crew socks with classic merino wool and recycled nylon fabric to ensure warmth and protection.  And so, Jessica thought that it would be prudent to put me widthwise at the anterior part of her right foot, between the sock liner and the outer sock, just underneath the curves of her toes.  She is attentive to my safety, as she thoughtfully placed my head under the bend of her pinky toe, this way, the weight is minimized. 

 
* The Beginning of the Hike *

Upon Jessica has put on her outer socks, I was immersed in darkness.  Despite that, I was very comfortable.  The aroma was very comforting, as I sensed a fresh fragrance of flowery, garden-fresh scent, along with a scent of coconut and vanilla.  As I indulged in the aroma, I deduced that it was a blend of laundry detergent and foot lotion.  Then, as Jessica put on her trail-running shoes, I was pampered by citrus, floral fragrance, which obscured any odour from her perspiration.  That was very caring of my significant other.

A feminine, booming voice occurred, “Comfy?  Anyway, we are going to start now!”, Jessica spoke.

This isn't my first time at the rodeo, as I have experience being in Jessica and Laura’s shoes and I am sure that the Nano Intelligent Cells will keep me alive.  Though the pain is the most challenging aspect to endure.  Swiftly, the weight increased substantially.  I realized Jessica has stood up and the rhythmic thumping has begun. 

 
Each time Jessica would take a footstep, it would be like a roller-coaster ride.  The pattern is as follows:

1. When she takes a step forward, she would flex her foot at the ankle to be sure that her foot lands with her heel first.  At that point, the effect would be like a tremor.  

2. Then, after her heel hits the ground, the natural movement would roll forward onto the ball of her foot.  As the ball of her foot hits the floor, her toes should be slightly flexed, while the entire ball of her foot would press against the insole.  At that point, a major fluctuation in air pressure would occur, which would cause ear barotrauma.  My ears would feel the pressure/popping. 

 
3. As she rolls through the ball of her foot with each step, she would continue to roll forward onto her toes.  Her pinky toe would be the first to hit the insole while her big toe would be the last, while all her toes would meet the insole in sequence.  As she completes her step, her toes would lift off from the insole in the same order they met it — pinky toe first, big toe last.  At this point, while most of the weight is produced from the ball of her foot, a small part of the weight would be generated by her toes.  Despite the fact, the weight is still awfully heavy to me, considering that I am merely 2.8 inches tall.  This is the part where my figure is being forcefully manipulated to fit the contour of her phalanges.  While she would benefit from the added support, which could minimize the fatigue on her toes.  

Postscript – To be continued, the next chapter will get into the particulars of the things as they happened.

Addendum: Various studies suggested that most East Asians lack the ABCC11 gene, which is the single cause of whether one would produce a sweaty odour or not.  Therefore, due to this lucky genetic inheritance, most East Asian ladies are unlikely to have any foot odour.

* Recapitulation from Earlier Chapters *

Please bear in mind that most of the ladies in the corporation have been injected with the Nano Intelligent Cells, the difference is that they didn’t go through the shrinking contraption.  And so, Laura and Jessica can easily sustain a run at approximately 15 miles per hour.

What's more, while the footstep pattern would seem to be a lengthy process, all the stages would occur within a second.  Because of the suddenness and swiftness of the momentum, every landing is dreadfully abrupt and agonizing.

* Warming up for the Hike *

Jessica has merely started to stand up and the weight is mostly distributed on her heels and the balls of her feet; her feminine, supple toes were like five gigantic arms of a compact excavator.  The sock liner acted as a velvety rug, wrapped around her foot.  The ambient temperature was steadily heating up from a comfortable 72-degree Fahrenheit to harmonize with her skin temperature at 97-degree Fahrenheit.  Moreover, the humidity was rising steadily from 60 percent.  The heaviness was very challenging, as it was like being sandwiched in between two rugs.  Fortunately, the Nano Intelligent Cells boosted my ability to take in air, so I can still breathe under the weight.  

Momentarily, I sensed the familiar movement, as the upward and downward accelerations occurred.  I realized that Jessica has started to walk.  I vaguely heard the front door open and closed, as Jessica and Laura left the apartment.  It is always gruelling at the start when I must attune myself to the walking pattern.  In addition to my lungs being severely compressed, the most excruciating instant would be whenever the extreme pressure would come down on my bosoms.  While severe contusions are inevitable, the recurring impacts on the mammary glands would cause me to convulse uncontrollably.

* Holding Hands *

As Jessica and Laura eyed each other’s matching attires, they started to hold hands impulsively.  Laura pecked Jessica’s cheek, as she saw that Jessica was wearing the watch that she bought for Jessica’s birthday last year.  Suddenly, Jessica’s attention was distracted by a tickling sensation in her right sock.

“What’s the matter?”, Laura asked curiously.

“Tess is moving twitchily, should I take off my shoe to see if she is all right?”, Jessica replied worriedly.

“Don’t be silly, the Nano Intelligent Cells would mend any injury.  Besides, you ought to know that Tess enjoys being in our shoes, this isn’t her first rodeo.  She is probably having fun.”, Laura smiled assuredly.

“That’s true to some extent, but the Nano Intelligent Cells would take a long time to heal.  It could be very painful for her.”, Jessica questioned studiously.

“No worries, loosen up.  Let’s keep walking, she will settle down in time.  Besides, I’m a specialist in genetic engineering.”, Laura continued to smile positively.

As the two ladies walked out of the apartment building, Laura picked up the speed to a steady hiking pace.  Meanwhile, the tickling sensation in Jessica’s right sock has fizzled out, as her attention was engrossed by the picturesque surroundings.  

* Hiking – the Unceasing Thump *

While I was convulsing uncontrollably, the footstep pattern hastened drastically.  The increased rate of impacts was impossible to anticipate, so my breathing was at the mercy of chance.  Lungful of air was being forced out all at once, it was awfully painful as my screaming would be cut short abruptly.  My body was being mercilessly aligned to the contour of Jessica’s supple toes, even with the layer of her sock liner that has been lessening the recurring thumps to some extent.

Shortly after the onset of the hastening, the sock liner and the outer sock started to rub against each other, which would prevent any chafing on Jessica’s foot.  Unfortunately, I was sandwiched between the two layers of velvety rugs.  As smooth as it might be, the unceasing chafing caused intense friction and started to knead on my skin and muscles.  Intriguingly, while much of Jessica’s weight was distributed amongst the ball and heel of her foot, the rest of her weight is mostly spread on her big toe and her two subsequent toes.  Hence, the weighty kneading was repeatedly applied to my legs and pelvic region.

Then again, the merciless squashing was what I truly wanted.  Besides, Jessica hardly has any foot odour, due to the lack of the ABCC11 gene, which is the single cause of whether one would produce sweaty odour or not.  Whereas, like most East Asian ladies, Jessica has only a slightly acidic odour.  The aroma remained rather pleasant, but then, I didn’t know that there was a slight callus formation on her big toe.

The environment is continuously changing as Jessica has started to perspire.  The fresh fragrance of flowery, garden-fresh scent, along with a scent of coconut and vanilla has been altered.  An additional vinegary scent has emerged and started to dominate the ambiance, while the moisture-wicking threads of her sock liner were transferring her perspiration to the surface and my whole body was soaking wet.  

While Jessica’s sweat acted like body oil, my skin was being softened by the somewhat acidic perspiration as well.  My legs were very sore, but I assumed that Jessica would feel my legs being chafed and compressed under her supple big toe.  I didn’t anticipate that the slight callus formation was sufficient to prevent her from feeling any abnormality.

Unsurprisingly, the continuous, brisk roller-coaster movement caused me to be very disorientated.  The dark environment intensified the sinister atmosphere, then again, it was my fancy.  The never-ending chafing/kneading has produced intense abrasion, comparable to carpet burn, especially when I was sandwiched between the two layers of socks.  While the insufferable pain encouraged my eccentricity, the powerful abrasion has worn away most of the skin of my legs and pelvic region.  Yet, the Nano Intelligent Cells prevented any loss of consciousness.  Eventually, I wanted to scream but there wasn’t enough air in my lungs to do so, while tears were running from my eyes.

To be continued --- 

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or to any factual occurrence is merely coincidental.  Furthermore, be aware of the categories.  If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion. 

Addendum: Various studies suggested that most East Asians lack the ABCC11 gene, which is the single cause of whether one would produce a sweaty odour or not.  Therefore, due to this lucky genetic inheritance, most East Asian ladies are unlikely to have any foot odour.

Laura looked at the global positioning system and saw that it is an 8-km ascending jog to the peak of the trail.  It will take an average of 1 hour and 20 minutes to get there for an athletic person.  Thank goodness for Laura’s discovery of the Nano Intelligent Cells, especially when both Jessica and herself have recently received boosters, so they’ve superhuman muscles throughout their bodies.  As a result, the two ladies can easily get there in less than 40 minutes without difficulty.   

As they effortlessly jog up the trail, Jessica intentionally let Laura take the lead, while keeping the optimal gap to ensure the most favourable view of Jessica’s phenomenal, feminine figure.  Her thighs were elegant, silky, yet powerful; propelling her feminine, supple physique up the hill.  Her flawless running form illustrated a naturally beautiful, efficient gait.  

Laura and Jessica’s perfect techniques were mastered via years and years of running.  Their muscle memory helps them to be unconsciously competent and instinctively make use of their trail-running shoes to absorb most of the impacts.  As Laura and Jessica increased the pace, their natural foot strikes harmoniously changed to a forefoot striking pattern.  By landing on their forefoot, they basically would dissipate the force to protect their knees.  Additionally, they naturally maintain a fast cadence to minimize the braking force and bounce of each stride.  As Laura and Jessica continued to jog down the road, elegantly, their feet seem to float on the trail in a skillful dance.  Their strides are confident of perfection with gracefulness, their arms and legs in perfect, beautiful synchrony, and their laid-back expressions are highlighted by their unpretentious smiles.  However, their graceful running technique would intensify the stress on the structure of the running shoes, while a portion of the stress would be imposed on me as well. 

* The First Five Minutes of Thumping *

The Nano Intelligent Cells were preserving my consciousness relentlessly, consequently, I had to continue to endure the agony, no matter the severity.   I thought that my body was already aligned to the contour of Jessica’s supple toes, but the speedy cadence along with the fierce impacts pitilessly imposed inconceivable alterations to improve the fitting to the shape of Jessica’s silky, yet mighty toes.  The pitiless rollercoaster tempo made it impossible for me to anticipate the timing of the footfalls.  In addition, the dark, hot, and humid environment caused me to be oblivious to the circumstances.  All I knew was that the impacts became immeasurably harsher suddenly.  

Although the recent booster of the Nano Intelligent Cells boosted my muscles and frame, since Laura and Jessica have received the Nano Intelligent Cells shot as well, it pretty much redressed the balance.  Meanwhile, various parts of my body were being cruelly flattened and packed in between the gaps of Jessica’s supple, yet gigantic toes.  It was like being compressed by five, densely padded logs.  Both of my shins were compound fractured almost immediately underneath Jessica's thumb toe.  Her second toe repeatedly came down on my knees.  The pressure produced incalculably agony, as it mercilessly pressed my knees inversely.  While it probably took merely a minute, I felt like that time has stopped progressing, till a loud, synchronized snap occurred.  The darkness prevented me from seeing the damage, though the excruciating pain clearly put the circumstance in the picture.  The terrible part is that the Nano Intelligent Cells maintained my consciousness and stopped the hemorrhage quickly.  

Jessica’s third and fourth toes were landing on my hip, stomach, and upper body.  It was hellish, as I could retain sufficient air in my lungs.  I had to make every effort to take a short breath during the brief skyward movements of her strides.  Her fourth toe squashed my rib cage completely, persisting to mash on my heart and breasts brutally.  It was like having a constant heart attack, as every time a forefoot strike transpired, heaps of blood were being pressed out from my mouth and anus.  Amazingly, the Nano Intelligent Cells continued to sustain my consciousness and replenished my blood, yet Jessica’s strides persisted to force blood out of my body.  Inevitably, my blood started to mix with her perspiration, eventually, the mixture developed into an ointment to soften any callous skin on her foot.  At this point, while my arms and thighs were severely bruised, they were seemingly intact.

The impacts of Jessica’s pinky toe were the lightest in comparison.  Even so, my cheeks were mercilessly chafed and my jawbones were severely fractured.  As a result, my mouth was ajar, while countless mouthfuls of blood kept on pumping out from each of Jessica’s footsteps.  Since my head is forced on its side, every so often, a sequence of loud pops would inevitably occur.  It is comparable to a powerful chiropractic adjustment but awfully loud. 

To be continued ---

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or to any factual occurrence is merely coincidental.  Furthermore, be aware of the categories.  If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion. 

Note:  Various studies suggested that most East Asians lack the ABCC11 gene, which is the single cause of whether one would produce a sweaty odour or not.  Therefore, due to this lucky genetic inheritance, most East Asian ladies are unlikely to have any foot odour.  

After the recent Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC) booster, Laura and Jessica’s body fat has dipped close to 15 percent.  Yet each of their body weight is keeping a petite figure at around 51 kg, then again, that’s mostly muscular weight.  Also, the NIC would be most effective when the individual is well hydrated.  Laura and Jessica are well aware of it, so they were wearing a running hydration vest, filled with Laura’s DIY electrolyte thirst-quencher.  The beverage consists of coconut water, orange juice, mineral water, and honey.

Meanwhile, Jessica continues to run up the steep hill effortlessly at superhuman speed.  She has been drinking the refreshing beverage from her hydration vest instinctively.  In chorus, the NIC is benefiting from the homemade electrolyte by enhancing the perspiration to cool Jessica’s delightfully beautiful figure.  She is taking shorter, faster steps, keeping a fast-running cadence at nearly 160 steps per minute to increase the momentum efficiency and reduces the impact on her joints.  That’s more or less 80 steps per minute on each foot!  

Jessica has a pair of beautiful legs, as they’re especially sporty and supple.  The NIC has tailored her forefoot strike running technique by strengthening her Achilles tendons and her calf muscles.  The outcome is a flawless integration of concrete bones, healthy joints, well-built muscles, and flexible tendons, combined with her peach undertones, and light brown skin.  

* A Contrary Position *

The only liquid refreshment for me is a cocktail of Jessica’s sweat with a metallic taste from the blood that I’ve been coughing out repeatedly.  Given that the NIC needs lots of fluid to work well, I’ve been drinking anything that is being soaked through her outer sock.  Thanks to the moisture-wicking fabric, it is pulling moisture away from Jessica’s foot to keep her dry and comfortable.  Inadvertently, the fabric is transferring much of her perspiration on my entire body, giving me plenty to drink.  

Interestingly, the curves of Jessica’s toes are the one feature that’s preventing much of the weight from pressing onto my body.  Jessica has mastered her forefoot strike running technique, as she lands on the ball of her foot consistently, even though, the considerably lessened weight is still very heavy for my minuscule (7 centimetres), feminine physique.  

However, the weight might not be the worst part.  Jessica’s fast-running cadence inevitably inflicted unimaginable g-force on me.  My inner parts are being violently tossed, while the NIC is keeping me somewhat conscious.  Despite that, the g-force overwhelmed all my senses, causing me to be oblivious to my surroundings.  

* Enjoying the Run *

Meanwhile, Laura and Jessica are running alongside each other, their eyes glancing at each other lovingly.  Jessica’s right foot is getting a wafer-thin, extra layer of additional padding from my minuscule body, functioning as forefoot cushioning for her supple toes.  Nonetheless, Jessica is too engrossed in the picturesque landscape to feel any improvement.  She continues to drink the refreshing beverage from her hydration vest impulsively, which is boosting the efficiency of the NIC.  Before long, the pace has inadvertently increased to nearly 15 km/h.  While her running cadence has improved to nearly 180 steps per minute!

After another 20 minutes of superhuman jog, Laura and Jessica could see the hilltop.  They slowed down to a leisurely walk to cool down and switched back to a heel striking stride.  Laura starts to hold Jessica’s hand to create a romantic moment.  At that point, Jessica started to feel Tess underneath her toes.  

Supposing that the NIC is working well, Jessica continues to enjoy the romantic occasion, while holding Laura’s hand.  They walked for another 10 minutes and reached the peak.  The lovely couple sat on a bench, started to relax, and enjoy the scenery.  Suddenly, Jessica started giggling.

“What’s so funny?”, Laura asked curiously.

“Tess is so sweet; she is kneading my toes, but it feels tickly.”, Jessica continues to laugh.  

“Obviously, the Nano Intelligent Cells are working as they should be.”, Laura replied self-assuredly.  “Actually, the firm will be announcing dividends in a little while.”, Laura revealed the news.

Jessica’s mind has been side-tracked towards the impending dividends while disregarding the tickling sensation.  The twosome stood up and chose the much longer route down the hill, as it is a gentle downward slope to protect their knees. 

* A Contrary Position *

The unrelenting G-force intensified precipitously and combined with a sudden increase of the impact occurrence, I’ve taken on more than I bargained for.  

In the meantime, my heart is being exposed to merciless thumping, while my sternum is ramming against my heart.  All my ribs are sticking out of my body and my intestines have burst out as well.  As the impact rate kept on increasing, my ribs got disjointed and started to jab in my stomach.  The most horrible event is when my pelvic cavity got pitilessly fractured, as my uterus was partially flattened.  Parts of my sacrum have been embedded in my womb.  My womanhood is temporarily ruined.  Thank goodness for the Nano Intelligent Cells, these damages are temporary, but they will take weeks to heal. 

* The Relationship *

The overwhelming G-force has subdued my awareness and my mind started to wander.  Plus, the rapid cadence made it very difficult to get a gulp of air.  Each time I failed to time a breath; my lungs would be flattened.  Whenever I am being used as a shoe pad, it is always a traumatic event, then again, I literally asked for it.  I agreed to participate in the shrinking experiment, the main objective is to ensure that Jessica will get the NIC injections to cure her cancer.  Soon after, I realized that I had a fascination with macrophilia, along with a passion for pain.  Hence, Laura and Jessica often would use me as a shoe pad because that’s what I wanted.   Jessica thinks that my desire is of silliness, but she is happy to go along with it.  On the other hand, Laura is fond of my passion, as she would benefit from all the empirical data concerning the NIC performance.  

* Back to the Present *

That’s it, I’m breathing my last breath!  Unexpectedly, the speedy cadence slowed drastically and I managed to get a mouthful of the hot and humid air.  The much slower tempo made it much easier for me to match my breathing accordingly.  The NIC started to work more efficiently by stopping the hemorrhage.  Eventually, the pace is at a standstill, while the weight has reduced significantly as well.  

* An utter Jealousy *

As the weight has reduced considerably, my mind starts to ponder on what’s happening.  I regained my composure and guessed that Laura and Jessica are having a rest.  I can hear their voices, but it is hopeless to make out their words.  Are they having an intimate tête-à-tête?  This thinking caused much jealousy in my mind.  

My imagination went wild, the thought of Laura having a romantic time with Jessica is very upsetting.  Even though my whole body is wrecked, with countless fractures, my muscles are black-and-blue, and many dislocated joints, I muster all my strength to push against Jessica’s middle toe, making every effort to lift it.  To my surprise, the NIC starts to boost my strength, enough to move Jessica’s giantlike, almighty, yet supple middle toe.

At the same time, I strive to drink Jessica’s sweat.  The NIC has stopped the bleeding, so her perspiration is no longer contaminated.  By trying to rehydrate, the NIC is working more efficiently.  I keep on trying to push against her middle toe, but my endeavour is being ignored.  

Routinely, Laura and Jessica would ask me to describe the taste of their sweat, mainly to determine whether their bodies are balanced and hydrated properly.  In this circumstance, Jessica has been consuming a pescatarian diet, which includes fish but excludes other meats, like beef, pork, or chicken.  Also, her diet includes dairy products.  As it happens, she loves tuna and salmon sushi.

Jessica’s nutritional regime makes her sweat very fit to drink.  While she has consumed a little too much jasmine rice to load up with carbs to be prepared for the run, then again, plain rice is gluten-free, so her sweat isn’t thickened at all.  Thanks to the combination of rice, soybean milk, and tofu; her sweat tastes slightly salty and a bit vinegary.  Anyway, it is somewhat flavoursome.  

* A Sudden Defeat *

It was like a bolt from the blue when the weight multiplied without warning at all.  Jessica’s mighty middle toe effortlessly snapped both my ulna and radius (compound fractures), which caused the bones to stick out of my arms.  The protruding bones vainly pricked against the impenetrable skin of her almighty, giant-like middle toe, causing my bones to break into pieces.

Subsequently, all five of her supple, giant-like toes are pressing down on me simultaneously.  The weighty pressure replicates the earlier, horrible situation.  All the fluid that I struggled to glug down got forcefully forced out of my body in an instant.  The weight is very heavy and abrupt, causing the fluid, which consists of Jessica’s sweat and my own blood to burst out from my stomach and intestines.  I needed to scream, but I didn’t have sufficient air in my lungs. 

To be continued

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or to any factual occurrence is merely coincidental.  Furthermore, be aware of the categories.  If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion.

 I enjoyed using my Digital Single Lens Reflex camera with the 70-200mm f/2.8 lens.  However, it weighs around 3 kg.  Now that I’m just 7 cm tall, and weigh around 40 grams (given that the proportional reduction program is accurate), I must give up many life’s pleasures that I took for granted.  Anyhow, I can’t even lift my camera these days, so Laura has been making the most of it.  

Handling my daily physiological needs, such as having a nice meal is easier said than done.  Eating elegantly is out of the question, as there are no cutleries that are made for a minuscule person.   I’m forced to be a vegetarian, as Jessica’s nutritional regime is much more suitable for me than Laura’s diet.  For instance, Laura cut a thin slice of her filet mignon steak for me, to me, it was like an enormous chunk.  I had to use my hands and bite into it like a barbarian, afterwards, I got very constipated.  My tiny digestive system just can’t handle Laura’s carnivore diet.  Instead, I am keen to dine on Jessica’s leftovers.  

Getting a gynecological check-up is a very painful ordeal.  Since using an anesthetic could be very risky, it would be difficult for Fei, my good friend/gynecologist to determine the right dosage for a 40-gram person.  And so, she would just proceed with the examination without anesthesia.  Instead of using a speculum, she would use an otoscope (an instrument for examining the ear canal) to examine the interior of my vagina.  She would have me lie on a stainless-steel tray with my legs spread, then, she would insert the otoscope to examine the vagina and cervix.  In the past pelvic exam, Fei tried to make it as comfortable as possible, but the otoscope was too big for me, it was like having an arm jammed into my vagina.  Next, Fei had to use a plastic ear cleaning instrument to do a Pap test.  Again, it was like having an arm pushed into my vagina, however, once it is inserted, she took a sample of cells from my cervix.  During the ordeal, my peculiar fixation on pain became my worst foe, especially when the Nano Intelligent Cells worked flawlessly to maintain my consciousness.  I endeavoured to deal with the pain so that Fei is unaware of my agony until my body finally became spasmodic.

The most awful disadvantage is that Laura has been romantically advancing toward Jessica.  Since the shrinking procedure is permanently irreversible, is there any way that I can deter Laura’s advance?  

Postscript – Dear Readers, I would be appreciative if you can give me some detailed commentary, especially on the storyline.  While this is fiction, please note that the plot is constructed from various events of my day-to-day life.  Anyway, please leave your comments.   

Well, my friends have commented that it is a pity that my feminine figure is being subjected to all kinds of physical agony in the story.  Then again, I wanted to cause a daunting experience for my friends.  Please let me know what you think of it. 

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or to any factual occurrence is merely coincidental.  Furthermore, be aware of the categories.  If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion. 

Note:  Various studies suggested that most East Asians lack the ABCC11 gene, which is the single cause of whether one would produce a sweaty odour or not.  Therefore, due to this lucky genetic inheritance, most East Asian ladies are unlikely to have any foot odour.  

Laura and Jessica decided to take the scenic path with the gentler slope down the peak.  They slackened to a stroll, they started to hold hands, and enjoy a tête-à-tête.

“I heard that you’re planning to hire a research assistant to test Tess’s pain endurance.  While we have the research capital, I’m not sure if it is necessary to employ an assistant to do the job.”, Jessica questioned with an unconvinced look.

“In all honesty, I figure that we haven’t been applying enough pressure on Tess, don’t forget, we need the empirical data to determine the spot-on potential of the NIC.  The hindrance is that we have a caring three-way relationship, so we are both reluctant to put too much weight on her”, Laura came back with a loving smile.  

“What are you talking about?  Tess has been subjected to some heavy pounding!”, Jessica replied with certainty.

“Well Dr. Chan, we’ve mostly placed her under the arches of our toes.  I trust that you’re well aware that the phalanges are supple, so not much of the body’s weight is being applied to her.  That’s my medical opinion.”, Laura commented expertly.

“Well Dr. Rao, that’s still very heavy for her minuscule physique.  She is merely 7 cm tall.  Even with the enhancement of the NIC, she has managed to endure many ordeals.  We got the necessary empirical data.  That’s my medical opinion.”, Jessica countered.

“Well Dr. Chan, would you mind if I place her under my metatarsals?  If so, I would consider it unnecessary to hire a research assistant.”, Laura replied methodically, while maintaining a loving smile, which drew attention to her athletic figure, with the Indo-Chinese tanned complexion.

“Why are you staring at me?”, Laura asked playfully.

“You are very beautiful.”, Jessica replied lovingly

Laura kept on holding Jessica’s hand while pulling her closer 'til their shoulders are touching.  The couple gazed at each other and French kissed.  They remained standing during the affectionate moment, then, began strolling again.

* * *

Even though I’m enduring numerous bone fractures, as every single one of my ribs is sticking out of my body and various parts of my intestines have ruptured as well, the NIC is working efficiently.  Most of the hemorrhage has stopped, but then the fractures will need resetting and the muscular tears will take around a week to heal.  While the downside of the NIC is that it doesn’t have any pain control quality, however, it is a fortunate thing for me, as I have a peculiar desire for agony.  It is strange, as it isn’t of any sensual nature, but I endeavour to defy the pain.  The hard part is being economical with the truth to Jessica by giving her the notion that everything is all right.  So far, I’ve hoodwinked her into believing that the NIC is healing so efficiently that the pain is dulled.  While I’ve always wondered why Laura hasn’t doubted my narrative, after all, she is the inventor.

Meanwhile, the roller-coaster momentum has somewhat slackened.  At least, I can harmonize my breathing with the leisurely stride.  Breathe in when there is an upward motion; breathe out when there is a downward motion.  The impact of each footstep is much softer as well.  However, the weight is forcing my ribs to spread apart, as each footstep is like having five enormous, supple limbs coming down on my body.  Most of my main joints will crack with pathetic, loud popping sounds.  Jessica’s hallux (big toe) is the weightiest, sandwiching my calves between the memory foam insole and the silky-smooth big toe.  It seems unusual for an active jogger to have such a smooth sole, but this is the lovingness between us, as she must have taken a pumice stone to her foot calluses to ensure that I would get a silky touch.  Yet, there isn’t much she can do to ease the weight, so my tibias are at least partially fractured, with severe bruising on the lower leg muscles.  My knee ligaments are overstretched, causing my knee joints to make loud popping sounds.  To me, it is like getting brutal, prolonged chiropractic treatment.  Meanwhile, my body has been moulded to the contour of Jessica’s toes to offer the precise support for her comfort.

* * *

In the meantime, Laura and Jessica have reached their apartment, Jessica sat down on the luxurious armchair near the entrance and started to take off her shoes.  Subsequently, she removed her outer socks, at the same time, my brutally bruised body fell on the carpeted floor.

“Tess, are you all right?”, Laura put on a caring smile, as she tenderly picked me up with her right hand.  She looked at my bruised body, smiled at Jessica and said, “Tess is fine.  Would you like to take a shower first?  I’ll get some water for Tess, then I’ll take a shower and bathe her as well.”

“That’s sweet of you.”, Jessica replied cheerfully and entered the bathroom.  

Laura took a closer look at me, started to giggle, and whispered, “Wow, Jessica really did a number on you.”

Laura carried me to the kitchen and placed me in the basin.  Without warning, she gripped my shoulders with her left hand between her thumb and index finger.  Then, she started to bend each of my ribs back in place.  She noticed that my jaws were dislocated, so she pushed them back in place effortlessly.  She continued to examine my body and manipulated each joint back in place one by one in a slapdash fashion.  Especially when she was doing it by touch, without taking any x-ray.  Laura managed to mend most of the dislocations and fractures so that the NIC can restore my body to health eventually.  However, there wasn’t much Laura could do to mend the contusions.  Afterwards, Laura turned on the cold-water faucet and washed me with liquid dish soap with a lemon scent.   

To be continued

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or to any factual occurrence is merely coincidental.  Furthermore, be aware of the categories.  If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion.

It’s ill-timed that Laura and Jessica must run the health centre on a sunny Saturday afternoon.  Jessica was reluctant to leave me alone in our home because of my minuscule size, so she opted to drop me at my younger sister, Winkie’s pristine studio apartment on the corporate grounds.  Indeed, I am pleased that she has earned her residency as the newest doctor in Laura’s research team and received a full dose of the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC).  Since she has received the injection in her mid-20s, her body would be aged at a snail's pace, she would maintain her prime for the next two decades.

Winkie’s good-humoured personality has quickly increased her popularity within the corporation, while she got invited to be a member of the “Superior” volleyball team, as every member is NIC enhanced.  Since then, she is also known as “17”, as that’s the number on her jersey.  Her position is an opposite hitter, as the middle blocker position has been filled by a taller team member.

While Winkie is a bit disappointed that she can’t be the middle blocker, she is in high spirits due to the astonishing improvement from the NIC.  She has a feminine, petite frame, at approximately 5 feet and 5 inches tall, with a figure of 32,26,33.  In reality, she has reduced considerable body fat to just 16%.  That means she could eat a lot of various cuisines and get away with it and she has been taking advantage of the circumstances. 

For lunch, she ordered half a rotisserie chicken, with a large side dish of steamed vegetables, and macaroni & cheese.  She has torn a nibble of each of the dishes, which made a big meal for my minuscule body.  So, here we are having lunch together, Winkie has placed me at the center of the table, as I was watching her consuming her meal.  Since she is my younger sister, she dined casually and opted to use her hands to consume the chicken.  To me, it was like watching a scary movie, as it was comparable to watching a Tyrannosaurus eating its prey.

Winkie took hold of the breast of the chicken with her supple right hand, then grabbed onto its wing with her left hand, and effortlessly tore it out of the carcass in a carefree way.  While her forearm muscles barely flexed, the chicken’s wing ripped with loud cracking and popping sounds.  Then the munching began biting on the mid of the wing with her fine-looking, mighty, white teeth, which incised into the meat and a bite mouthful of it was pulled into her mouth by her muscular tongue.  As Winkie enjoyed the scrumptious morsel, lip-smacking mastication was audible, which ended with a subtle gulp.  The swallowing reflex caused a set of rhythmic and involuntary contractions by her esophagus and the bolus was gone.  It took about a minute for her to bite off most of the skin and meat from the pathetic chicken wing.  Then, she noticed that I was watching with an overwhelmed face and she started chuckling and placed the leftover wing in front of me.

“You’re acting weird again, sis.”, Winkie spoke humorously, but her natural tone was like being generated by the amplifiers of a cinema. 

“I am captivated by the way you’re eating the chicken.”, I shouted politely.  Fortunately, I was on the table and Winkie is sitting near it, as my shout was barely perceptible to her.

“Well, watch this, sis.”, Winkie spoke mischievously.

Winkie pushed the plate closer to me, then took hold of the breast of the chicken with her supple right hand, then grabbed onto its thigh with her left hand, and started to gradually pull on it.  This time, I have a front-row seat to her vigorous strength.  Even though the chicken thigh was like a monstrous limb to me, it seemed that Winkie’s hands possess the comparable physical strength of a goddess.  She tightened her grip and slowly pulled and twisted on the chicken thigh at the same time, the whole chicken leg was ripped from the carcass without much effort.  The cracking and popping sounds were much worse than the wing, as they were rather ear-splitting.  She briefly held the ripped chicken thigh in front of me, just to show off, as the rotisserie aroma was surely mouth-watering.  Then, she pinched off a small piece of the meat with her thumb and index finger and served it to me for my dining enjoyment.  Afterward, she started to feast on it.

Upon sinking her teeth into the scrumptious chicken calf, the juice was squirting out from the corners of Winkie’s lips.  The taste was so delicious, that it triggered an actual mouth-watering effect in her mouth.  She looked embarrassed for a moment, then quickly regained her poise by subtly using a paper towel to wipe her lips.  She resolved to take smaller bites, as she elegantly stripped the meat off the Chicken calf and thigh.  While she was being well-mannered, the cracking and popping sounds persisted, with the lip-smacking mastication.  Realizing that I was watching, she glanced at me with a smile.  Around ten minutes later, she stripped the whole chicken leg to its bones.   Again, she noticed that I was watching with an overwhelmed face and she started chuckling and placed the leftover leg in front of me.

Winkie was more civilized with the Chicken breast, as she opted to use a knife and a fork to meticulously carve the meat from it.  She wanted to practice her surgical skill on it.  She offered me another slice, but I asked her to give me a slice of carrot, which was like a whole, mid-sized pizza to me.  When she was done with the entire half of the rotisserie chicken, she gathered all the scraps and presented them in front of me.

“Hey, can you hark back to the time before you were shrunken?  You used to hate it whenever I would not finish my meals.  Then, you would eat my leftovers.”, Winkie asked playfully.  She pointed at the leftovers and humorously said, “Let’s see if you can find any goodies.”, as she took a photo of me standing next to the huge mound of leftover chicken bones.

“You’re still my little sister, and you’re being disrespectful.”, I shouted.

To be continued --

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or to any factual occurrence is merely coincidental.  Furthermore, be aware of the categories.  If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion. 

Postulation - The gene, called ABCC11 has the code for making the protein that brings sweat out of pores in the armpits and underside of the foot, where it attracts the bacteria that produce body odour.  In east Asia, most people don't produce protein, so they don't have apocrine perspiration.  Instead, their perspiration is eccrine-based, which is mostly salty water.  Therefore, it would be interesting if the subject is exposed to an Anglo-Saxon character.

Foreword:  This fictional series is a collaboration between Kenny224 and me, it is based on an agreement that is merely based on trust.  The storyline is constructed with an integration of both authors’ fictional characters, also, it would be unconventional, as we would do something more akin to a "role play" situation.  In which, I would be the tiny, while Kenny224 would play the role of the giantess.  Therefore, please understand that both authors will be writing at a leisurely pace, so the various chapters will be put out impulsively.

Introduction 

From:  Dr. Laura Rao

To:  Madam Sarah

Dear Madam Sarah,

I am the Head of Research of the Anonymous Corporation, particularly responsible for the research and development of the pharmaceutical product, the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC), and experimental bio-shrinking technology.  While the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC) are proven to be perpetually effective on normal individuals, there are many untested attributes concerning the effectiveness of the NIC on a subject that has been shrunken.

The subject, Theresa Yuen has been shrunken to merely 7 cm (2.8 inches) tall, her weight is at the most one ounce.  However, her physique has been enhanced by the NIC, her strength is around 5 times stronger than the typical proportional strength.  Even so, because of her minuscule size, her strength is drastically weaker than any sporty lady.   Perhaps, your only disadvantage is that you haven’t been injected with the NIC.  Since she has the NIC enhancement, her body would be able to take more weight than an average tiny equivalent to her size.  The healing feature of the NIC is effective in promptly stopping hemorrhage, but it is very slow in healing bones and muscles.  Its superb feature is the effective quality to sustain life during severe trauma, however, the drawback is that it would prevent the subject from being unconscious.    

The short-term position being offered is to be a lab assistant for one month, a specialist to use the subject as a shoe insert.  My significant other, Jessica and I have been using the subject as such, however, we are just novices.  Because of our inexperience, we are hesitant about the extent of the pressure to effectively test the endurance of the subject.  I trust that you’re aware of the corporation is a brand name of repute, hence, a full-time position could be arranged if you manage to completely dominate and conquer the subject.

I’ve read your resume and I’m impressed by the way you would treat the subject from both physical and psychological attributes.  I read your narrative about the “Break-In Period”, as you stated that “the psychological cruelty would be just as important as the physical”.

There is a caveat about the job, as the subject is one of the directors of the corporation.  In other words, Theresa would be one of your bosses, if you opt to take the position.  Also, a private matter is if you can persuade Theresa that she is unworthy to be Jessica’s significant other.  If so, I could arrange a dose of NIC for you.  It would offer significant benefits for your physique, while you’re in your early 50s, you would certainly enjoy the healthiness of an athlete in her early 30s. 

Sincerely,

Laura Rao

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or to any factual occurrence is merely coincidental.  Furthermore, be aware of the categories.  If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion. 

Foreword:  This fictional series is a collaboration between Kenny224 and me, it is based on an agreement that is merely based on trust.  The storyline is constructed with an integration of both authors’ fictional characters, also, it would be unconventional, as we would do something more akin to a "role play" situation.  In which, I would be the tiny, while Kenny224 would play the role of the giantess.  Therefore, please understand that both authors will be writing at a leisurely pace, so the various chapters will be put out impulsively.

Relaxing on the sofa in the lobby of the apartment building, Winkie (yours truly’s younger sister) is keen to welcome her new colleague, Ma'am Sarah.  To ensure a pleasant first acquaintance, she opted for a stunning cotton-rich floral dress that’s tailored to a slim fit, this knee-length shift dress has a waist-skimming outline and straight skirt.  Its design highlights her athletic, yet petite physique with a supreme, Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC) enhanced figure of 32,26,33.  Its sleeveless shape and round neckline channel her feminine elegance.  It is a beautiful outfit to match her typical Asiatic height, at approximately 5 feet and 5 inches tall.

As Ma'am Sarah enters the lobby, Winkie is impressed by Sarah’s gorgeous, yet mature figure.  She was in her early 50s with light marking of wrinkles around the eyes and on her cheeks, in spite of this, she is hale and hearty for a lady her age.  At 5’8”, she is somewhat taller than Winkie.  Since she works out by using a step master on a daily basis, her endeavour has given her a set of eye-catching, athletic, huge thighs, buttocks, and calves, which spotlight her weightier Anglo-Saxon ethnic quality.  Another darling attribute is that she has two cute dimples on her cheeks, harmonizing with her blue eyes.  Her hair was a greyish blonde, a sign of advanced years.

Given that Sarah had a long flight, so she is dressed casually.  She is wearing a pair of versatile, cotton shorts, with a short-sleeve, scoop-neck tee shirt.  What’s especially stylish is the UGG classic short boots, made with a classic suede outer surface, with soft sheepskin, that pair well with her outfit.   Her daughter bought them for her two years ago.  The exterior is in decent condition, although some of the treads of the outsole had been worn off.  She wears them regularly for almost every occasion.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Winkie Yuen.  It is my pleasure to meet you.”, Winkie welcomed Ma'am Sarah with a warm smile.

Winkie cheerfully leads Sarah along the long, luxurious hallway, till they reached the far end of the building, she unlocks the upmarket door and welcomes Sarah to her lavish studio apartment.  In addition to the elegant furniture, there was a brand-new Stair Master, which has been placed near the electric socket.  Sarah suggested to Winkie to work together to move the heavy piece of equipment.  Surprisingly, Winkie offers a warm smile and picks up the machine with just her left hand effortlessly.

“Let me show you the awesome power of the Nano Intelligent Cells!”, Winkie grins self-assuredly, while just casually lifting the entire Stair Master in the air.  Meanwhile, Winkie’s feminine, well-toned upper and forearm muscles are merely flexing to some extent, as she easily placed the weighty equipment in the proper spot.

“Anyway, welcome to the Corporation, here is my elder sister, Tess.  She has agreed to be your test subject according to the contract.  Cheers.”, Winkie cheerfully placed Tess on the polished marble pebble mosaic floor, close to Sarah, and left the studio apartment.

While the Corporation is within the territory of the TRC (Tiny Right's Countries), it is within the region of the LSR (Ladies Supremacy Republic), where men are banished.  Therefore, it is impossible to find a male tiny to be the test subject.  This situation presents Ma'am Sarah with the rare opportunity to apply her expertise on yours truly, a volunteer female tiny.

In the meantime, Sarah is intrigued by the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC), especially on the actual enhancement of my physical strength and endurance.  Fascinatingly, based on my curriculum vitae, Sarah has read that I have a strong readiness for physical pain.  My peculiar stubbornness would surely be a challenge for Ma'am Sarah.

Unsurprisingly, Sarah needed a shower after the long flight.  Afterwards, she put on the cotton, luxurious bathrobe, which Winkie has arranged as a welcome gift.   Afterwards, Sarah decided to domineeringly introduce herself to her new tiny boss.  Contrariwise, I was self-assuredly ready and waiting to have a chat with her as well.  

Seeing as I’ve been shrunken to merely 7 cm (2.8 inches) tall, that’s approximately the length of Winkie’s middle finger; due to the NIC, I can produce sufficient volume to be heard adequately from the floor level is sure to Sarah’s amazement.  This is a one-off scenario for Sarah, as none of the tinies could ever do such a hard task.  I started to introduce myself while in the nude.

“Excuse me for being naked, as I know that the environment will be quite hot and humid.  Anyway, I am looking forward to working with you.”, I politely presented myself with poise and confidence.  Subsequently, Sarah needed to get some shuteye due to being jet-lagged, which she would surely enjoy the queen-size, soothing, mattress.

While Sarah was sound asleep, I looked around the posh studio apartment.  I saw that Sarah has placed her UGG classic short boots near the entrance, and just then my curiosity got the better of me.  I climbed on the suede outer surface and decided to take a nap.  During the siesta, I assured myself that this experiment is going to be a cakewalk.  I’ve been NIC-enhanced and have managed to withstand a long hike underneath Jessica’s foot, who is enhanced by the NIC as well.  It is a joke that Laura has opted to hire this Anglo-Saxon, middle-aged lady, so-called Ma'am Sarah.  Wow, like she could do some serious harm to me.  Having a wonderful laugh, I fell asleep after a while. 

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or to any factual occurrence is merely coincidental.  Furthermore, be aware of the categories.  If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion.

Foreword:  This fictional series is a collaboration between Kenny224 and me, it is based on an agreement that is merely based on trust.  The storyline is constructed with an integration of both authors’ fictional characters, also, it would be unconventional, as we would do something more akin to a "role play" situation.  In which, I would be the tiny, while Kenny224 would play the role of the giantess.  Therefore, please understand that both authors will be writing at a leisurely pace, so the various chapters will be put out impulsively.

Sarah’s Mercilessness - by Kenny224 and Theresa Yuen

The late middle-aged Sarah woke up from her nap, still wearing the bathrobe that Winkie had given her. The studio was mostly empty except for what she had brought with her, the Stair Master on one end of the room brand new. And like old habits, she prepared for her morning workout, slipping into a tight silver sleeveless athletic shirt and a pair of tight black leggings, before slipping on a sweater and putting on sweat pants as well. Her old Uggs were by the door, and she walked over to them, leaning down to grab them. She had received comments from her friends and daughter before about this habit, why not just wear sneakers? Aren't they hot when you work out? But that was the point – she wore a sweater and sweat pants and Uggs because she wanted to sweat, the heat an excellent factor in causing her to lose extra water weight, a constant struggle for her in her middle age to keep her slight figure as her metabolism slowed down.

In the dim light of the early morning, she quickly grabbed both of her Ugg boots with her hands, squeezing the opening shut as she carried them over to her couch. She dropped them down the floor, the things haphazardly bouncing against the ground, but remaining upright. She didn't look down at her boots as she did it, her hands naturally grabbing the first boot before she roughly pulled it on, stomping down to make sure her foot was snug. She did the same with her second left-footed ugg, not noticing as something bounced around inside as she pulled it over her foot. As her foot slid inside, she felt something rolling against the bottom of her foot amongst the fluff, but her tired, early morning mind didn't make much of it, just assuming it was loose fuzz or dirt that had rolled into a ball. As her foot settled in, she could feel it distinctly under the ball of her foot, finally drawing her attention.
Every day she worked a half-hour session, a sort of interval training in which she would switch between light and heavy resistance, each slowly rising in intensity until about the halfway point before it climaxed and slowly diminished back down.
That's new She thought to herself, frowning. Guess these things are finally getting too old – I'll have to get a new pair soon.
Still, she wanted to be upfront with Winkie, so there wouldn't be any misunderstandings or hard feelings.
She bit her lip, sitting down on the couch and swinging her left foot over her right leg, allowing a bit of room below her foot as she picked her toes up into the roof, causing the smashed insole to slap into her own calloused heel before she relaxed it. She could just barely feel dampness beneath her heel, each time she slapped the insole against her foot the warm wetness seemed to splash along the bottom, but the insole otherwise smashed flat, like mushy wet fuzz.

Ugh – what is that? She thought to herself, shaking her foot slightly so whatever it was bounced around on the inside between her foot and the fuzzy insole, before tilting her foot backward so that it slid beneath her heel.

She pulled her Ugg on tight, feeling whatever it was as a bump buried into the fluff below her rough heel before she stood up. Not even thinking she stamped down hard, feeling the thing compress beneath her heel, before grinding her heel against the ground. Her heel was hard and calloused, and she couldn't feel the thing distinctly as she ground it into the fluff, only noticing as the uneven bump slowly disappeared into the fluff below it, barely feeling a few cracks and snaps that were completely inaudible from underneath her sole as she stomped and ground the thing underneath her heel. She stared down and her Uggs, the comfy old things already warm against her feet, as she flexed her toes and leaned back and forth, no longer feeling anything but the old comfort of her worn-in old Uggs.

Ah – much better. She thought, before walking over to her stair master to start her morning routine.

And with her hoodie and sweatpants, she was sweating within minutes, a dark stain forming along her neck and armpits, the feeling of sweat rolling down her legs before being absorbed into the fuzz of her Uggs. Each time she stepped she would push heavily against her feet, the Uggs fuzz quickly mashed and trampled until things felt almost smooth underneath her foot, the wet feeling of sweat oozing with each step she took until she no longer noticed it. Around the halfway point she was already exhausted, forcing herself to continue, her concern with her own figure more important than the short-term pain she was experiencing.

But eventually, the session ended, and she hopped off the stair master with some satisfaction, taking off her sweater and sweatpants and grabbing a towel to wipe the excess sweat from her skin. She could just barely hear an audible squelch with each step of her Ugg, the feeling of wet fuzz underneath her foot and between her toes something she no longer noticed. Her left foot's heel felt slightly lighter than the right, she did notice, almost like the insole heel on her right Ugg had less cushion than the other.

But for now, she walked over to the kitchen, putting on a cup of coffee before grabbing her phone.

There was a message. It was from Winkie.

“Hey” it read. “Hope you're settling in alright. When you have a chance, can you begin your work with Tess?” It read.

Tess? Sarah thought to herself, her memories flooding back to her. She had almost forgotten she was here on a contract, somehow lucky enough to get an easy gig like this, getting paid to try out some new tech, which for her, just meant a free insert for her to use.

Oh, yea... She thought to herself. Tess was the name of the tiny girl who had volunteered as her test subject. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. She was only used to using men as inserts, and, supposedly, this female tiny still had rights. It left her feeling weird, and she wondered how she would be able to do a proper test if she was actually concerned with the tiny girl’s well-being. Still, she had been insured in the contract that the tiny subject would be fine (at least long term) and that she wouldn't need to worry about it – besides, she was cleared of any wrongdoing if anything bad should happen, as the tiny waived its rights when it volunteered.

She started writing a message back.

“Hey, Winkie. Yep, was about to begin.” She paused thinking before she wrote. “Look, I want to be as objective with my evaluation as possible, and you know my background, so I want to be clear with you and how you can help me do my job.”

“I'd prefer if we no longer refer to volunteer as 'Tess'. In fact, I'd rather not refer to it as a person at all. It will be much easier for me to do my job if we just call it, well, an 'it'... If that's ok?”.

She pressed send, watching her screen as she saw Winkie already writing a response.

The message quickly came after.

“Good idea.” Winkie wrote. “That works for me. I'll refer to it as 'the product' just so there isn't any confusion.” She posted, followed by a smiley face.

“Great!” Sarah wrote in response. “The product works for me too! Thanks for understanding!” She said, sending a smiley face back.

Winkie was already writing a message.

“Well, you have all the materials you need.” She wrote. “I know you have some personal tests you want to bring into this, your experience being one of the main reasons we wanted to contract with you, as we want as accurate a picture as possible of how the product will work and its limitations, so someone with actual real-world experience should be able to give a better picture of how the product will work long term that we might not think of in an academic setting.” The message said, but the bubbles continued to move indicating another message was still being written.

“But still...” Winkie continued. “We have some standard tests we'll need you to give, so don't forget about them, but you can take them at your own pace. Remember, you'll have the product for a month, and although we'll have a closing session, you'll have to complete these regular tests in that time, although it shouldn't be a problem.” the message was sent.

“Got it!” Sarah wrote in response, feeling the wet warm fuzz slapping against her left foot as she bobbed her foot over her knee.

Sarah picked her eyes up, looking towards the place she had last seen “the product”.

Where is that bug? She thought to herself before her phone buzzed again.

She looked down and saw another message from Winkie.

“Oh, and don't forget those joint tests you'll have to perform with me. We'll probably need just a day or two for that. Don't worry, it's not super serious, we'll be able to have some fun with it too. In any case, I know sometimes it's hard to keep track of “the product” when they are so small like this, so there is an onboard tracker you can use with your phone to identify where it is at all times, in case you lose it.”

As Sarah read the message, she remembered having read this before in the contract.

Damn, nice! That's such a convenient feature. God knows how many inserts I've lost before, this would have been super helpful!

She switched to the app on her phone, the thing slowly loading.

Find a tiny – Beta. The thing read.

Even If all else fails... Sarah thought … that in of itself will sell, I think.

The app loaded. It provided two features. One was a satellite view, the other allowed you to point your phone and would give a “hot/cold” detection mode which would indicate to the user as the phone got closer to the tiny in question. The satellite view showed the phone and tiny overlapping, which wasn't any help.

Huh, I guess the satellite isn't really for precise tracking – better switch to detection mode.

As she did, the thing instantly buzzed, the thing indicating that the tiny in question was only feet away.

Weird she thought. Sweeping the phone from right to left, the thing buzzing louder as it got closer to her left foots Ugg, before fading as it moved away.

Hmmm? She thought, bringing her phone closer to the Ugg, the thing buzzing louder and louder.

As she brought her phone right next to her Ugg, the thing went off like a claxon.

Sarah smiled.

I guess the thing was more eager than I would have thought. She thought, reaching down to remove her Ugg from her sweaty foot.

Well, time to tell this bug how this is going to go... She thought, excited for her first day on the job. She was ready, and excited, to break her in.

*****

The suede top of Sarah’s worn UGG classic short boot is very comfortable to have a lie-down, hence, I was sound asleep.  I dreamed of the cleanliness and elegance of Jessica’s shoe collection.  I fancied being sandwiched between an assortment of soft memory foam insoles and Jessica’s smooth/supple toe arches.  I was truly in dreamland.

Abruptly, I was dragged from paradise, as I sensed a sudden plunge into a grimy carpeted futon that was covered in dust.  The motion was quick and jerky, like being on a rollercoaster ride without any seatbelt.  Then, an enormous somewhat smooth, thick surface slammed into me and I was forced to roll against it, and the dusty chamber is in total darkness.  The horizontal, leathery surface settled on top of my whole body with brute force.  At that moment, I realized that I have fallen in Sarah’s boot and I was being crammed beneath the underside of her foot.  The unanticipated aspect is that I wasn’t underneath the toe section, and I was oblivious to which part of her foot was on top of me.  The weight was hardly any heavier than I would anticipate, as some of the air was forcefully forced out of my lungs, but I was prepared to deal with the heaviness.

The interior's aroma is something that I was unaccustomed to, as it was a mysterious, mouldy odour, comparable to spoiled cheese.  The putrid environment induced my curiosity, so I strived to take several deep breaths through my nose to appreciate the strange aroma.

Next, the whole boot started to shake, but I was in a stable position, as my physique is similar width of the insole.  The situation took a dramatic turn for the worse when the floor tilted steeply and forced me to slide lengthwise to the back part of her insole, and I ended up being placed lengthways with my feet facing the edge.  Just then, I realized that I was underneath Sarah’s heel! 

* Pestle the Tess *

Before I could start screaming, the weight increased intensely.  Most of my upper and lower extremities apart from my shoulders were wholly underneath Sarah’s heel!  This scenario was out of the usual run of things, as I have never been placed underneath the heel in the past.  The pressure was tremendous as nearly all of Sarah’s weight was applied to me instantaneously.  Immediately, the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC) leaped into action by focusing the safeguard on my brain function and stopping the hemorrhage, as the rest of the organs can be regenerated.  

Meanwhile, Sarah’s rigid and calloused heel worked as a pestle, so my body was being mashed against the spongy thick insole that was yielding readily to the weight.  Be that as it may, the beginning phase was mercilessly damaging and painful, as Sarah stomped her foot.  This action severely fractured my ribcage and caused several ribs to protrude from my body.  My stomach burst from the abrupt crush, as my insides gushed out of my body.  My arms and legs were severely fractured and squashed, as the skin and muscle started to separate from the bones as they are being mashed.

Worst of all, my womanhood was ruined!  As Sarah stomped her foot, she inadvertently performed a slapdash hysterectomy and mastectomy on me.  My womb was squashed and my breasts were ripped open.  It would be very difficult to make out my gender at that point.  I lost consciousness after a short time, which hardly ever would happen because of the NIC protection.

After the preliminary fitting, my whole body was compressed into the thick, yielding, grimy, fuzzy insole.  The generous thickness of the insole offered plenty of yielding to allow my body to sink in it, and it absorbed a lot of the weight.  While the effect was considerable, even so, my body was still under substantial weight.

* 30 Minutes of Continuous Stamping *

Maybe it was a good thing that I was unconscious and unresponsive to the merciless mashing.  As Sarah persisted with her stair master workout, each footstep was worsening the flattening below the neckline of my body.   The appearance is comparable to roadkill, as the worst damage concentrated on the parts of the lower extremity of my body, from my hip to my toes.  My legs were utterly overwhelmed by the unimaginable weight, as the upper and lower leg muscles started to rip from the bones while Sarah’s rigid and calloused heel continued to mash them against the spongy thick insole.

Ironically, the brutal mashing on my body has created a creamy exfoliator to gently buff Sarah’s calloused heel to silky softness.  The natural blend of my muscular tissue and fractured bones buffed away the dead skin cells to leave her calloused skin feeling softer and smoother.  Every time Sarah took a step on the stair master; her rough skin would rub against my quadriceps and peroneus muscles, as my muscles would be severely chafed.  Shortly, the muscles would be worn down to the point that the fractured femurs, tibias, and fibulas would start to come apart.  These bone fragments would mix into the chafed muscles and act as the creamy exfoliator to gently polish Sarah’s calloused heel to radiant smoothness. 

While my upper body was under less weight to some extent, it was still awfully damaging.  My very supple bosoms were the first to be chafed against Sarah’s calloused heel.  The fatty and fibrous tissue was effortlessly chafed off by the bedspread-size callus, which was good for Sarah’s hard skin as it became an oily ointment to soften it.

Fortunately for me, the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC) would regenerate every part of my ill-treated body in due course.  However, the NIC’s artificial intelligence has never encountered these circumstances of intense squashing, so it decided to repair my consciousness first.  When all the sensations returned, I was awakened by merciless pain!

Thump!

In the darkness, I sensed a quick skyward movement, followed by a rapid plunge and a thunderous heavy thump.  The air pressure drastically fluctuated, as my ears were deafening.  A strong bloody taste along with various unknown tissues were being forced out of my mouth.  The mishmash of various cracking and popping sounds was like a badly organized band playing in the background.  The pain was very intense, yet it is too wonderful for words as well.  It was certainly an experience that is beyond any other squashing that I have experienced. 

Thump!

Another unsympathetic thump occurred, this time, less blood was being forced out of my mouth.  The mishmash of various cracking and popping sounds has lessened as well.  I realized that I was lying in a pool of sweat, but it was not the typical salty taste that I was accustomed to.  The taste was modified with a bitter oily vinegary flavour with a grimy texture.  Meanwhile, I realized that my inner workings have been severely ruptured, especially when I realized that it has become my outer workings, as much of it has been compressed and forced out of my body.  Though the pain is indescribable, I was fascinated by this occurrence.

Thump!

Another pitiless thump occurred, this time, apart from the deafening heavy thump, my body didn’t make much noise at all.  Besides my head and neck regions, my upper and lower torsos have been flattened to the point that it was harmonized with the weight.  I felt rather embarrassed as I realized that Sarah’s weight must have forcefully emptied my bowels.  Oh well, I was constipated earlier, and so the problem was solved.

*  Cooling down after Sarah’s cardio workout *

In the meantime, my head was forced to one side, I was partly immersed in Sarah’s perspiration that was oozed out as Sarah was standing still, doing some stretching exercise to relax her mighty, yet feminine muscles.  I started to drink as much of her sweat as physically possible to maintain the Nano Intelligent Cells at peak performance.  I also found several pieces of calloused skin and I opted to munch on them to have a full meal.  But alas, my endeavour might be ineffective as much of my stomach has been squashed.

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or to any factual occurrence is merely coincidental.  Furthermore, be aware of the categories.  If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion.

Foreword:  This fictional series is a collaboration between Kenny224 and me, it is based on an agreement that is merely based on trust.  The storyline is constructed with an integration of both authors’ fictional characters.

Introduction to this bonus chapter:  A co-author, Kenny has asked me to provide further input on what that would be like from my perspective if I found his main fictional tiny character on the ground.  So, I chatted about it with my friends and received some humorous feedback and created this chapter.  As an alternative, my mischievous sister requested to be the fictional character in this chapter. 

Winkie is pleased to lead the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC) enhanced volleyball team to the region of the LSR (Ladies Supremacy Republic), where men are supposed to be subservient.  President Trent invited the team to participate in a cultural exchange program, and she prepared a series of friendly tournaments.  So, we will be playing against the top-notch players of the LSR.  In reality, President Trent is very interested in acquiring the NIC technology.

As the team of fine-looking, East Asian ladies landed at the LSR International Airport, going through the immigration with Tess was difficult, as the immigration officer had never seen a minuscule lady.  After a thorough examination, she approved entry and told Winkie to look after Tess, as most of the ladies would easily assume that she is an escaping minuscule man and would brutalize her.  On the other hand, Winkie was intrigued that there isn’t any man in sight.

At the arrival hall, Sarah, a blond lady in her late 20s greeted the team with a warm smile.  Winkie was glad that Sarah is within the same age, so there would be more common interests.  She glanced at Sarah’s physique and saw that she is a bit curvier than her, plus, her darling rounded cheeks complement her physique seamlessly.  Ethnically, Sarah’s skin tone is contrasting with Winkie’s Asiatic, medium “olive” complexion.  In its place, Sarah has a beautiful light skin texture, historically derive from northern European background.  Also, Sarah’s beautiful dark blue eyes truly enhance her European ethnicity.  Though Sarah is somewhat taller than her, this attribute concerned Winkie, as she started to wonder if the LSR volleyball players would have an elevated advantage against her team. 

The Asiatic ladies were quite jet-lagged, so everyone was raring to check in to the luxurious inn, which President Trent’s office has arranged.  Each of the ladies got her own suite, so Winkie was pleased to see the posh queen-size mattress.  She was too tired to view the luxurious surroundings, so she gently took hold of Tess (me) and placed me on the limestone flooring of the well-appointed shower.  She adjusted the water temperature to her liking and allow the warm water to cascade on her athletic, yet feminine body.  Then, the water will fall on me as well.  While it is awkward and somewhat contemptuous to be showing with my sister’s bathwater, yet, I was greeted by the scent of roses from the expensive shampoo.

As we showered together, I tilted my head upward and saw a two-day growth of prickly stubble on her legs, even so, Winkie was too sleepy to bother with it.  After a brisk shower, she turned off the tap and towelled me as well.  She briefly blow-dried her shoulder-length, black hair, and we hit the sack.  Before long, we were both in a deep slumber.

During the wee hours, Winkie unconsciously turned to her side and her left wrist settled on top of me.  The sudden weight woke me from slumber, as I felt the silky pillar resting on top of me.  I made every effort to lift her gigantic wrist, but it was hopeless, as I would have to gather enough strength to lift her whole forearm.  Fortunately, the down soft pillow was very sumptuous and provided much cushioning.  Then, the powerful, yet tranquil throbbing became apparent, as I realized that it was caused by Winkie’s pulse.  It was like counting sheep, as her strong pulsation put me back to sleep.

The melodic sound gently woke me, while Winkie’s giant arm was raised and landed on the alarm clock.  While Winkie is still half-asleep, she took hold of me in her hand and took me to the bathroom.  She gently placed me on the limestone floor near the toilet and put down a thick pile of toilet paper in front of me.  It is a routine because it would be risky for me to use any standard toilet, as I could fall from the seat and into the toilet, which would be like diving in a swimming pool.  Anyway, I climbed onto the toilet paper and started to do my business.  Meanwhile, Winkie released an extensive fart while trying to be subtle, but it was quite obtrusive, followed by a series of plopping sounds.  Then, a loud weeing sound occurred. 

After we are both done with our business, Winkie carefully picked up the slightly soiled toilet paper from the floor and wrapped it with another stretch of toilet paper, and tossed it in the wastebasket.  Suddenly, I spotted a minuscule guy hiding behind the wastebasket, and I screamed instinctively.  Next, Winkie angrily picked him up by his ankles with her thumb and index finger and swiftly lifted him to her eye level. 

“ARE YOU A PEEPING TOM!”, Winkie shouted furiously. 

The shout was extremely deafening, which perforated the minuscule guy’s eardrums.  Likewise, my ears were ringing to some extent, and I was standing on the floor, on the other side of the bathroom.  So, I would hate to be the minuscule guy that was just a few inches away from Winkie’s lips.   In any case, he was screaming something, but Winkie wasn't having any of it.

Angrily, Winkie tighten her pinch on the pervert’s teeny legs and crushed his ankles thoroughly.  Then, she uncaringly dropped him in the foul toilet, while on top of the spiral log of feces.  It was a pitiful scenario, as the yellowish water started to further saturate the whiffy feces.  The tiny pervert was being steadily wedged in the excrement, as his ankles were already well crushed, it was a perilous situation.  While he would still struggle desperately, he would eventually either drown in the filthy water or be immersed deep in Winkie’s feces.  The only good news is that the gigantic log of feces should offer some warmth until the yellowish water has soaked it completely.  

Meanwhile, Winkie gently picked me up and let me have a look while the pervert was struggling frantically.  While I was grossed out, Winkie was laughing unsympathetically, as she closed the lid of the toilet.  Then, she continued to have a bath and shaved her gorgeous legs.  After some time, she put a “Don’t Flush” sign above the toilet. 

Winkie got dressed for the welcome gathering that Sarah has prepared for the Asian ladies at the indoor volleyball court.    She placed me in her handbag, as we were leaving the luxurious suite, she put the privacy sign on the door, so the minuscule pervert would have plenty of time alone, literally in deep doo-doo!

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The hostess, Sarah walked toward Winkie with a welcoming, yet curious expression on her face.

“Good morning, Winkie, I’m confused with your team register, is it true that there is a female tiny in your team?”, Sarah asked curiously.

“Actually yes, Tess is my sister, she is listed as a substitute player.”, Winkie replied graciously.  Seeing Sarah’s perplexed look, Winkie simply opened her handbag and introduced me to Sarah. 

Sarah was overwhelmingly surprised, while she has seen many male tinies in the past, it was the first time she has come upon a female tiny.  At a glance, she estimated that I stood at around 7 cm; she quickly composed herself with a cheery expression.  Despite the appearance, she thought about the cheap male tiny that she was using as an arch insert in her loafer, as it is about the same size.  Meanwhile, Sarah reached out to me with her right pinkie, and I gripped her enormous finger with both hands with sincerity.  From Sarah’s perspective, she is intrigued by my spontaneous response, as a typical male tiny would be terrified.  Given that I was self-assured, she was amazed by my bravery, and it was a strong indication that a female tiny is treated with human rights in my country. 

Sarah curiously asked, “She is merely three inches tall; can she really take part in a game?”.

Winkie started to reply, as I interjected assertively with a squeak, “Of course, I can play in the game, you shouldn’t discriminate against me.”.  Then, Winkie butted in and explained that every member of the team has been treated with the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC), so I should be just about strong enough to play.  Winkie picked up a size 5 volleyball, the standard size for international tournaments, which weighs around 260 – 280 grams and is 65 – 67 cm in diameter.  Then she demonstrated by placing it on top of me, as a held it overhead with my hand palms.

From Sarah’s perspective, it looked as if Winkie has placed the volleyball on a living golf tee.  To me, it was awfully heavy, yet I managed to hold it overhead for two minutes, and then Winkie picked it up effortlessly.  Sarah was impressed but still unconvinced about whether I could play in an actual volleyball match.  She laughed, “I didn’t mean to single you out, good luck in the game, European ladies spike hard!”.

The chitchat was disrupted when the Ladies Supremacy Republic (LSR) team entered the sports hall.  Their team has 11 players on the roster, humorously, our roster has 12.05 players noted on the team sheet.  The “0.05” signified me as a tiny in our team, which is a factual estimate in height comparison.

It was an overwhelming setting when Winkie innocently placed me on the floor.  Each of my teammates looks as if they are around 110 feet tall.  It became more intimidating when the LSR team arrived, as each of them looks as if they are almost 130 feet tall, with a somewhat larger body frame size.  Overall, my East Asian friends have a more petite figure in comparison.  As the ladies walked onto the volleyball court, the hardwood floor covering started to vibrate, and I felt like I was in the centre of a tremor.

“We are walking up to the net to meet the other team.  Just stay on our side of the court.”, Winkie spoke with a loving smile.

It was a difficult task to keep pace with my Asiatic teammates, as each of their walking strides seemed like at least a 45 feet span.  Hence, I had to sprint just to barely keep up with them.  As the two teams walked along the net and shook hands, the eerie noise of the rubber soles squeaking against the hardwood floor was intimidating.  Afterwards, the ladies were standing around the refreshment table and shooting the breeze.

Wearing the black, number 16 jersey is Christine, the middle hitter of the LSR team.  To me, she is a muscular skyscraper, as she decided to walk up to Winkie to shake hands.  Although the floor was sort of shaking as walked toward us, I felt perfectly safe as I was standing close to Winkie’s left foot, seeing that I was being protected by my well-toned, high-rise sister with shapely muscles, without the bulk.  In spite of this, as she walked closer, I can no longer see the entire length of her physique due to her sheer height, albeit I endeavoured to tilt my head upward.

Regardless of the limited view, I started to marvel at Christine’s statuesque calves.  Her Northern European origin defined her beautiful, blonde skin tone.  Unexpectedly, a few cracking sounds disrupted my attention.  I looked around and listened attentively to find out where the distressing sounds were coming from, eventually, I discovered that the sounds were emanating from Christine’s gigantic sneakers.  I panicked and climbed onto Winkie’s shoe and started screaming (just a modest squeak to Winkie’s ears) to get her attention.

Winkie crouched down and gently lay her left palm in front of me, cueing me to climb on.  Once I was settled, she gradually lifted me to her eye level.  On the way up, it was like riding on an express elevator and I got to view Christine’s attractive, Northern European figure.  But then, my mind was still alarmed by the mysterious snaps.  

“What’s the matter?  Did I step on you?”, Winkie asked worryingly

“I’m fine.  But I heard loud snaps coming from her shoes!”, I alarmingly screamed while pointing at Christine.

Christine was listening to our conversation, but instead of explaining, she extended her right palm next to Winkie’s palm and invited me to move on to hers.  Once I have settled on her palm, she lifted me slightly higher to her eye level. 

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Tess.  I’ve not ever seen a female tiny.  Excuse my inquisitiveness, being a doctor.  I heard that your body is enhanced by Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC); what does it do?”, Christine asked curiously with a gracious smile.  

“The NIC does wonders.  It boosts my strength and stamina, while it improves my healing ability.”, I replied politely.  “By the way, I heard snaps from the inside of your shoes.  What’s happening?”, I asked nosily.

“It's nothing to worry about.”, Christine replied while she lowered me to the floor.  Afterward, she subtly uttered to Winkie, “I didn’t want to frighten your sister, as I am using two male tinies as shoe inserts, I placed one under each ball of my feet.”. 

As Winkie’s eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth split open wide, uncertain whether to breathe or scream.  “Ouch!  Are they still alive?”.

Christine just shrugged her shoulders and said, “Not likely”.  Meanwhile, she looked down and started to talk to me with a warm smile, “No worries about the strange sounds, it is just a matter of breaking in the shoe inserts.  Better yet, let me break it in with a volleyball spike.”.

Christine asked one of her teammates to set the ball, and she did a three-step spike approach.  From my perspective, it was a frightening display of her skill and strength!  When she spiked the ball, the sound was deafening.  Then again, she landed perfectly with a decelerative landing, as there was an active stopping motion applied by her well-proportioned muscles and joints.

Afterwards, Christine walked up to me and intentionally placed her sneakers in front of me, so close that I could smell the whiff of the rubber soles.  Winkie swiftly walked over in front of Christine, preventing her from stepping any closer to me.  Then, I dashed behind Winkie’s shoes.

Christine took a step back and smiled, “No worries, I just wanted to show Tess that the strange sounds have faded.  Come take a look, Tess.  My shoes won’t bite.”.

Winkie butted in for a laugh, “You’ve pretty large feet, what size do you wear?”.

“US size 11.  They’re rather big, aren’t they?”, Christine replied casually.

“Please don’t mind me, I am merely curious considering that I just wear a US size 7.5, as I am 5ft 6in tall”, Winkie explained modestly.  “Seeing you have a pair of much larger feet than mine, I would imagine that the inserts are well broken in now!”, both ladies started laughing, while I was oblivious to the humorous anecdote.

“You are gorgeously petite.”, Christine complimented with a lovely smile.  “Which position do you play?”, Christine asked while checking out the competition.

“I’m an Outside Hitter.”, Winkie replied confidently, seeing that Christine was starting to gauge her.  “Let me show you.  Would you set the ball for me?”, Winkie asked politely.

Next, Winkie did a three-step spike approach, while making the most of her Nano Intelligent Cells.  She spiked the ball powerfully with all her superhuman might.  Her vertical jump height was about 40 inches or 3 feet 4 inches with a spike of nearly 90 mph!  To me, the rapid series of deafening booms was like being in the mid of a fierce tempest.  Meanwhile, every member of the LSR team was overwhelmed, as they stood frozen.  Eventually, one of them said, “Oh my gosh, I've never seen anything like it!  We are dealing with a team of super ladies!”.

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or any factual occurrence is merely coincidental.  Furthermore, be aware of the categories.  If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion. 

Note to Kenny:  Based on the correspondence on October 6, 2022, I like to take this opportunity to thank you for your statement, which expressed your consent to allow me to edit your work in a way so that I can salvage some of it to write a story that I would prefer.

As a gracious host and a member of the LSR team, Sarah needed to ease the competition, so she invited everyone to the community brasserie for lunch.  First, we returned to the luxurious inn to change into smart casual attire.  To our surprise, our suite has already been cleaned.  Then, Winkie took her volleyball clothes off and just tossed them on the sofa.  Since the place has just been cleaned, I got rather annoyed.

“Hey, don’t make a mess!”, I squeaked with much annoyance.

But Winkie just ignored my complaint and pinched me up with her thumb and index finger by my thighs.  She placed me in the middle of the marble floor of the shower and turned on the water.  She started to take a soothing shower.  The warm water was cascading down her gorgeous body, with a brown skin complexion with a yellow undertone, and natural black hair.   Unfortunately for me, the water pressure was comparable to being under a waterfall.  Meanwhile, she started to playfully splash water at me with her feminine, giant foot.  This sisterly competition lasted for 10 minutes.  

Winkie turned off the water and said, “Refreshing?” while sticking her tongue out at me.  Then she walked to the walk-in closet.  She placed a matchbox-size travel case with my clothes and laid it on the hardwood floor.  Given my shrunken size of merely 7 cm, there is barely any variety of clothing to select from.  Essentially, all my attires are t-shirts, shorts, and running sneakers.  I am lucky to have a limited collection, as the corporation had to tailor-make every outfit.  In contrast, Winkie has hung a variety of apparel in the closet.  For the occasion, she picked out a stylish short-sleeve V-neck knit dress in stunning red and matched her dress with a pair of lilac, slip-on, square-toe loafers.  Meanwhile, I looked on with much envy.  On the other hand, I felt so proud of her, as she is beautiful and successful, as she has turned out to be a doctor.  

Anyway, Winkie isn’t always naughty, as our sisterly bond is very strong.  Although the brasserie is nearby, within the corporate grounds, just a leisurely 15-minute stroll, she thought that it would be a long way for me.  So, she crouched down and gently lay her gigantic, supple palm in front of me to offer me a ride, but I declined to be carried.  Then, she contemplated briefly, seeing as the typical male tinies don’t have any clothing, Winkie was confident that I would be recognized as the teeny female guest within the corporate grounds.  Then, Winkie playfully said, “Suit yourself.  By the way, Laura and Jessica will be meeting us there!”.  

“Hey, give me a ride!”, I squeaked, waving my teeny arms.  But Winkie just stuck her tongue out at me once again and childishly said, "nana na na, nana na na hey hey hey, ta-ta".  “That’s just really immature!”, I continued to squeak at the top of my lungs.  But Winkie just cupped her hand up to her ear and said “I can’t hear you”.

Winkie opened the door for me, then we proceeded to the lobby, which is just a one-minute walk for her.  As she casually walked down the staircase, she inadvertently flaunted her elegance, as each time her supple foot touched down on a step, her well-toned leg muscles and flexible knees would subtly soak up each impact.  And so, each landing is seamlessly soft and silent.  Once again, I was totally full of pride to see her being so graceful and sophisticated.

Pitifully, I had to jump down each of the steps in an unsmiling manner, as each step was like a 7-feet drop.  Thanks to the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC), I could jump down each step without problems, but it was very awkward.  Then, as Winkie strolled down the carpeted hallway, contrastingly, I felt like running down a stretch of dense grassland.  I was sprinting to stay beside her, as her chic, faux leather loafers kicked up small clouds of dust and caused me to cough slightly.  In reality, the luxurious carpet has been recently vacuum-cleaned, but things are amplified mystically when I’m just 7 cm (2.8 inches) tall.

Sarah was already sitting on a sofa, waiting for us in the lobby.  Since Winkie is no longer jetlagged, she got a better glance at Sarah’s physique and saw that she is a bit more muscular (not curvier) than her, while her lovely rounded cheeks complement her physique seamlessly.  Ethnically, Sarah’s skin tone is contrasting with Winkie’s Asiatic, medium “olive” complexion.  In its place, Sarah has a beautiful light skin texture, historically derived from a northern European background.  Also, Sarah’s beautiful dark blue eyes truly enhance her European ethnicity.  Though Sarah is somewhat taller than her as well.  

Sarah was dressed in a fine-looking, blue, sleeveless, V-neck, sheath dress, and a sleek belt that defines her refined waistline.  Her choice of footwear is a pair of dark blue, round closed-toe slip-on pumps with kitten heels, while she harmonized it with a pair of lightly tanned sheers.   Interestingly, the practical style of her slip-on pumps drew my attention to her colossal, yet supple feet.  That’s when I heard a vague, agonizing shout, it seemed that a guy is trapped underneath her giantlike foot arch, deep in the interior of her right pump.  I was uncertain of whether it is a true-life predicament.   

We were early, so Winkie sat next to Sarah, while I was just standing by her loafers.  Meanwhile, my curiosity got the better of me and I walked closer to Sarah’s right pump.  To my surprise, I saw a minuscule guy crammed in there, already unconscious.  Next, an unexpected silliness occurred.  Naively, when I got close to Sarah’s “US size 9” feet, I was quickly drawn by a strange smell, it was a whiff of spoilt cheese balanced by scents of coconut and cocoa butter.  Since most of my Asiatic friends lack the gene that prevents stinky feet, which is known as ABCC11, I didn’t realize that the spoilt cheese odour was from Sarah’s perspiration. I wanted to investigate further, but suddenly, two giant fingers grabbed hold of my waist and lifted me abruptly.  A booming, yet well-mannered voice occurred, “What are you doing?”, as Sarah lifted me to her face level.  

Then, Winkie instantly counteracted by grabbing Sarah's wrist with her right hand and causing Sarah to yell, “Ouch”.  The strong grip caused Sarah to let go of me spontaneously, as Winkie caught me with her left hand and closed her fist around me.  At that point, both ladies stood up instinctively, but Sarah promptly started to soothe the situation.  

“Take it easy – my feet are ticklish, so when I spotted Tess trying to touch my foot, I got a little flustered.”, Sarah apologized.  Deep down, she was annoyed, as no tiny would dare to intentionally touch a lady’s foot in the great Ladies Supremacy Republic, as all male tinies are pathetically inferior to the female gender.  So, while I’m a lady, it’s a difficult fact for Sarah to accept.

“Perhaps, I overreacted.  In any case, Tess is my sister!”, Winkie replied politely.  Then, she carefully placed me back on the floor.  Meanwhile, my nosiness is still tempting me to investigate the unfortunate guy that’s underneath Sarah’s foot.  

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or any factual occurrence is merely coincidental.  Furthermore, be aware of the categories.  If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion. 

Note to Kenny:  Based on the correspondence on October 6, 2022, I like to take this opportunity to thank you for your statement, which expressed your consent to allow me to edit your work in a way so that I can salvage some of it to write a story that I would prefer.

Preface:  Tabatha is keen to attend the luncheon, as she has dressed in a stylish, smart-casual, outfit.  The silk black blazer dress is dazzling for its sensuous silhouette which is made from premium wool.  Designed with cut-outs and structured with padded shoulders, a nip in the waistline accentuated her attractive, athletic physique.  She matched her lovely dress with a pair of slingback pumps (two inches) that are coloured in a modest black hue for the smart-casual occasion. The pair is designed with elegant point toes and is meticulously crafted from premium leather.  Plus, she opted to wear a pair of faintly black, reinforced toe hosiery to enrich her bronzed skin tone.

Tabatha is from a traditional Ecuadorian culture, which is reflected by her lovely light brown complexion with dark brown eyes and natural dark brown hair.  Comparatively, she is a bit more muscular and well-toned than her superior, Sarah.  It’s due to the nature of her job within the Ladies Supremacy Republic (LSR) corporation, as she is a trainer for the entire LSR volleyball team.    

Meanwhile, Tabatha is facing a dilemma, as Sarah has been insisting that she must evaluate the effectiveness of using male tinies for the LSR team members.  While Tabatha feels heart-breaking that these tinies have no rights whatsoever and are merely just shoe inserts for ladies’ comfort, she knows that they are alive and would suffer terribly.  Likewise, she has pledged that she would follow the LSR statute, as “President Trent has declared women's superiority over men.  All men are supposed to suffer the worst of fates.”.   What's more, she knows that many of the team members are using them already, but she has been quite reluctant to try them out.  

 * The Story *

“Hello everyone.  Sorry, that I’m a bit late.  Welcome to the LSR.”, Tabatha welcomed and started to make the acquaintance of the various Asiatic newcomers.  

“Oh, speak of the devil, hello Tabatha.”, Sarah cut in on the conversation cheerfully.  

“Welcome to our special newcomers.  I like to introduce a unique aspect of the LSR culture.  It is in the LSR statute, as ‘President Trent has declared women's superiority over men.  All men are supposed to suffer the worst of fates.’.  Since then, the LSR society has compulsorily shrunk all men to a minuscule size of around one to three inches and have been regarding men as merely shoe inserts.”, Sarah joyfully affirmed.  

“Let me carry out a demonstration!”, as Sarah expressed with an affable smile.

Sarah casually reached into her handbag and took out a humanoid figure and tossed it at Tabatha in a cavalier manner, while Tabatha instinctively caught it with just her right hand, while her quick reflex caused a brutal impact on the three-inches humanoid figure.  The poor thing was knocked out instantly. 

“You’ll enjoy how soothing a firm tiny can knead on your foot.  I got you a 3-inch one, place it under your arch.”, Sarah said with a sincere look.  

Tabatha does feel bad for the tiny guy, but she has pledged that she would follow the LSR statute.  She pretended that she is merciless and placed it under her arch in a casually inconsiderate manner, while her face wrinkled in a silent laugh.  Then, suddenly, a booming shout occurred, “STOP!”, Winkie interfered.

“What are you doing?  That’s a living person!”, Winkie alarmingly exclaimed.  

At that moment, both the LSR and the Asiatic teams moved toward the spot.  Protectively, Winkie quickly grabbed me with her hand, then place me under the V-neck of her knit dress, and tucked me under the median of her bra, between her bosoms.  Meanwhile, a squabble occurred between the two teams.  

Sarah explained tactfully, “Let’s relax everyone, here in the Ladies Supremacy Republic, it is a statute that these male tinies are just things.  In no way, they’re considered as people, these are just shoe inserts for the comfort of ladies’ feet.”.

Winkie realized that she is merely a guest in a foreign country and that she should respect their laws.  However, she resolutely said, “Fine, but please don’t touch my sister, Tess.  She is a member of our team!”.

Sarah continues acting like a good hostess, she moved both of her palms toward Winkie’s V-neck knit dress and graciously asked me to sit down on her hands.  I nodded, so Winkie gently removed me from her bra and placed me on Sarah’s palms.  Then, Sarah gently placed me down on the floor with a caring smile.  

As the crowd dispersed, the various footsteps by the giantesses kicked up lots of dust from the carpeted floor, causing me to cough slightly.  Yet, my attention was on the tiny guy being confined in Tabatha’s black, slingback pump.  Meanwhile, Tabatha spotted me moving closer to her foot and realized my concern for the tiny guy.  

“Dear, don’t get too close to my foot, I might unintentionally squirt its blood on you.”, so I moved further away, while close enough to see the poor tiny guy.

My focus got side-tracked by the elegance of Tabatha’s towering, well-toned leg approaching toward the chic, slightly worn slingback pump.  As Tabatha’s toes entered the shoe, reality redirected my attention back to the tiny guy, especially when he was screaming at the top of his voice.  As Tabatha’s foot continues to insert in the slingback, the guy’s shouting subsided, giving the impression that he has accepted his doom.  

In the meantime, I could still see the exposed area of Tabatha’s slingback pump, as I could see the tiny guy underneath her arch.  I screamed when I saw that he is trapped under the outer, longitudinal section of her arch, which is the relatively flat side.  In desperation, he brought his knees toward his chest, then straighten his legs (stiffening his knees) toward Tabatha’s sole to do his utmost to support the weight with his thigh muscles.  Ineffectively, his desperation to survive failed, as his legs were pressed forward over his head until his toes reach the ground.  Towards the end, his body was folded in half at the hip.  It was a terrifying sight, as it was like watching an enormous, dense futon gradually pressing down on the tiny guy.  

At last, his screaming stopped.  Then, I started to hear countless loud creaks and pops!  As I tilted my head skyward, I saw a pair of faintly black, reinforced toe stockings deepening Tabatha’s bronzed skin tone, wrapping her pair of tanned, silky-smooth, yet muscular legs supporting her gorgeous body.  Then, I reverted my mind's eye on the tiny guy, being underneath the heaviness comparable to a skyscraper, I knew the tiny guy is most likely gone!  At that moment, I felt very privileged to have the Nano Intelligent Cells enhancement.  

** The Stroll **

It's just wishful thinking on my part.  Despite the guy’s situation, my intuition was saying that he could be still alive.  Meanwhile, Sarah announced that we were to start walking to the brasserie for lunch.  So, before I could seek help from Winkie to save the guy, the two teams of normal size ladies started on a stroll.  Meanwhile, I heard Winkie’s thunderous voice, “Hey!  Please watch out for Tess!  She is on the footway, keeping pace with us!”.  Then, I heard numerous deafening confirmatory replies.

“Hey, Winkie!  Help this guy –”, I was shouting at the top of my voice, but at my 3 inches, minuscule size, my voice was merely a soft squeaky tone to Winkie.

“Hey, sis, are you racing me?  Nana na na, nana na na”, Winkie stuck her tongue out at me playfully.  Then she started to wave at me with a good-humoured smile.  At this point, Winkie subtly speeded up to a steady walk.  I had to stop shouting as I needed the air in my lungs to keep pace with Winkie.  Meanwhile, Winkie’s pair of lilac, slip-on, square-toe loafers are kicking up a dust cloud, as I endeavoured to keep pace with her.  Contrarywise, Winkie was oblivious to the dust, as it was imperceptible from her vantage point.  She was simply enjoying the fresh air in the posh surroundings.  

Working together, Tabatha and Sarah began to walk at the right and left sides of Winkie, pretending to be welcoming.  

“You’ve to try the mocha at the brasserie, it is delicious.”, Sarah getting Winkie’s attention, while Tabatha is artfully moving her footsteps closer to me.

** BOOM – BOOM – BOOM -BOOM – BOOM **

While I was sprinting to keep pace with Winkie, unexpectedly, I was inadvertently hemmed in by lots of gigantic, thumping footwear.  I began to realize the danger as the recurring shock wave of the colossi’s footsteps trapped me in raucous turbulence.

“HEY, STOP!”, Yu-Ann (an Asiatic team member) yelled at the top of her voice.  Every one of the two volleyball teams stopped walking simultaneously while gazing at Yu-Ann. 

The beautiful, colossal ladies stopped abruptly and caused me to slam into Winkie’s soft leather loafer.  Unfortunately for me, it was like sprinting into a somewhat cushioned, impenetrable wall, as I smashed into the back end of her loafer face first and completely fractured my nose.  The Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC) instantly started to repair my wounds, as Tabatha and Sarah watched with amazement.  

Yu-Ann concisely explained the dangerous circumstances, as Tabatha and Sarah graciously apologized for their carelessness.  Winkie caringly picked me up with her hand and we continued to walk to the brasserie.  

As Winkie resumed walking, I saw a minuscule guy waving at me, while hiding in the bushes.  But, we were moving too fast for me to know what he was signalling about.  

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or any factual occurrence is merely coincidental.  Furthermore, be aware of the categories.  If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion. 

Good news!  I finally got my own wardrobe.  Jessica has tailored a range of outfits for my shrunken physique.  I was especially ecstatic to have a set of the volleyball team uniforms to match with the rest of the team!

After spending a few hours trying on various outfits, while getting highly praised by my two partners, Laura and Jessica, the three of us decided to call it a day, as there will be a volleyball practice in the morning.  

To me, sleeping on the soft, gigantic, memory foam pillow is like lying on a silky-soft meadow.  As Laura and Jessica rest their heads by my sides, the air is filled with a powerful minty aroma as they let their breath out.  Well, the good part is that they maintain good oral hygiene; the bad part is that I’m immersed in a humid, extremely minty environment that is mixed with the mugginess in their breath.  Shortly, I started to feel dizzy and I was sound asleep.  During the night, I heard a duo of weird, recurring, thunderous dull rumbling sounds, which were merely the natural snores from the two sleeping beauties.

“Beep-Beep”, the beeping of the alarm woke me from my deep sleep.  The room was filled with a refreshing aroma of coffee, as Jessica put on a fresh pot.  Jessica was already dressed in the volleyball team uniform.  She opened the curtains and the sunlight shined brightly on me and Laura.  Meanwhile, Laura swiftly pulled the quilt over her head, needless to say, I was completely covered as well.  Then, the routine, girlish pestering occurred, as Jessica attempted to pull off the quilt.  In time, Laura reluctantly got out of bed, gently gripped me in her hand and walked to the bathroom.

The luxurious hotel suite has a lavish walk-in shower that stands out in the centre of the bathroom.  But instead of going to the shower, Laura placed me in the hand basin to serve as a temporary toilet, as it would be too dangerous for me to try to use a standard toilet.  After all, the circumference of a standard toilet will be like a swimming pool to me.  Then, she hurried to the toilet. 

Laura went over to the toilet and pulled down her pyjama pants and undies.  She sat down on the toilet seat and relaxes her sphincter, a fart escaping from between her anus.  She courteously said, “Excuse me, nature calls.”.  After that, she relaxed her abdominal muscles, with just a graceful push, a soft log of fecal matter came out of between her buttocks, which landed in the white ceramic toilet with a distinct plop.  Next, she emptied her bladder with a continuous stream of pee.  She looked over the hand basin to be sure that the view was blocked from my sight, as she took a long toilet paper to clean her backside.

Soon after I heard the distinct plop, combined with the rather foul-smelling whiff, I knew that Laura had done her business.  Then, I heard a loud, powerful flush.  Unfortunately, I was having trouble, as I felt somewhat constipated.  Meanwhile, Laura undressed and approached the basin to bring me to the shower.  

“Get a move on and let’s have a shower.  Jessica is making breakfast.”, Laura expressed cheerfully.

“I’m not ready, I’m constipated.  Would you do an abdominal squeeze on me?”, I squeaked.

“All right, but we need to hurry.”, Laura replied lovingly, yet she seemed rather pressed for time.

Next, Laura picked me up by placing her right thumb on my stomach along with her index finger on my back and started squeezing gently as she entered the shower.  However, she abruptly increased the pressure.  The hard feces were pressed out from my anus in an instant.  My poor anus was widened painfully like a volcanic eruption.  

“Okeydokey, you should be sorted.”, Laura spoke pleasantly.  Then, she softly placed me on the granite tiled floor.  

At first, I had to sit down on the stone floor to allow the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC) to help me recover from the swift remedy.  Shortly, my attention was diverted by Laura’s sky-scraping, exquisite physique.  In reality, Laura has a sporty, yet feminine figure of 115 pounds (52 kg); since I’ve been shrunken to just three inches tall, Laura genuinely appeared like a high-rise building.

Laura got in the habit of having me in the shower with her.  She swiftly, yet lightly pushed me with the front of her right thumb toe to be sure that I was out of harm's way from the drain in one smooth action.  Then, she turned on the water with a warm temperature and started to shampoo her body.  The water cascaded from her body like a series of soapy waterfalls, to me, it was like being in an intense rainstorm.  For Laura, it was a refreshing shower; for me, it was a harsh wash.  Nevertheless, we both got cleaned. 

After the warm shower, Laura took hold of a soft bath towel and proceeded to dry off.  Then, she playfully tossed a hand towel on top of me.  It covered my entire body like a huge blanket, I proceeded to dry off as well.  Meanwhile, Laura went to the basin counter and started to brush her teeth, which she inadvertently flaunted her beautiful figure once again.  Laura has an apple body shape, which ties in with her volleyball activity.  Her sporty physique is somewhat hefty on the top owing to her striking broad shoulders with a pair of toned, long legs.  Plus, her olive complexion truly displays her gorgeousness.  Perhaps, the fact that she wears a size B-cup brassiere might be attributable to an imperfection. 

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or to any factual occurrence is merely coincidental.  Furthermore, be aware of the categories.  If any of the categories causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your own discretion.

* * *

Winkie showed the front page of the Ladies Supremacy Republic Daily to Laura, Jessica, and me during breakfast.  The headline stated, “Please don’t jam the phone line of the emergency centre due to any gory sighting of expired tinies.”.  Jessica became rather cautious due to the indication that male tinies are being considered as flyspeck part of the LSR’s hierarchy.  Also, every Asiatic teammate has become conscious of the fact that there are only male tinies within the LSR.  Especially, after seeing the way Christine, the middle hitter of the LSR team, used male tinies as just shoe inserts and squashed them in a terribly degrading manner!  

Apparently, selling male tinies to be used simply as shoe inserts is a very lucrative business in the LSR.  They are mass-produced synthetically in the LSR Laboratory with a standard height of just three inches.  This attribute has inadvertently caused a dangerous environment for me, as the LSR ladies would probably assume that I’m just an insignificant tiny.  In view of the LSR culture, every teammate has agreed that I must be escorted by a member to ensure my safety.  Consequently, I would usually be placed in either Laura or Jessica’s pocket whenever we would leave the suite. 

* * *

We, the “Asiatic Team” have arrived at the pristine, indoor volleyball court of the LSR headquarters.  We requested the space to ourselves for an hour before the friendly competition.  Hence, Jessica was confident that it would be safe for me to walk on the floor.  All twelve (normal-size) members were appreciating the ultramodern features.  The floor is made of high-quality maple wood, to me, it was like being in a boundless arena.  It was overwhelmingly astonishing.  While we have first-class facilities in the Asiatic region as well, being on a foreign volleyball court set off a tense feeling.  Perhaps, it was my enthusiasm for the competition. 

* * *

All twelve Asian ladies (counting me would be 12.00007 ladies) were standing in the centre of the visitor’s side of the court.  Jessica gently placed me on the floor and the team gathered for the strategic preparation.  They took the time to appreciate the settings, as the position is very different to me.  From my minuscule viewpoint, the average height of my teammates looked as if each Asiatic lady was around 120 feet tall, comparable to a high-rise building; with an average physique of 650 tons!

* * *

As I did my best to tilt my head skyward to get a glimpse of my teammates’ faces, I really felt diminished.  At eye level, I could merely see the various, gigantic, volleyball shoes; on all sides of my minuscule physique.  Although I knew that I was in the midst of my genuine friends, as they unthinkingly made spontaneous movements with their shoes, the tremendously heavyweight was very fascinating.  My odd obsession with the heaviness has started to take the place of my good sense to keep a distance. 

* * *

As I continued to observe my surroundings, I spotted two pairs of enormous volleyball shoes with specific synthetic leather overlays that improve support in the forefoot.  Right away, I recognized that those were the gifts that I bought for my two darling spouses, Laura and Jessica.  Comparatively, Jessica’s height is around 168 cm (5 feet 6 inches), as she wears a size 8 shoe, while Laura’s height is slightly shorter at 163 cm (5 feet 4 inches), as she wears a size 7 shoe.  Thus, for a normal lady, the somewhat difference would be barely noticeable.  However, from my minuscule perspective, there is an obvious difference.  Even so, both pairs looked as if they were minivans.  

* * *

Despite the danger, I got captivated by the sheer size of the shoes, without thinking, I moved very close to Jessica’s shoe, to the point that I could touch the rubber of the midsole.  I breathed in the rubbery aroma of Jessica’s shoe, then, my mischievous sister, Winkie, waved at Jessica while her finger was pointing down at her shoes.

* * *

Jessica was wondering what the fuss was about.  When she looked down at her shoes, she saw me cuddling beside her left shoe.  Instinctively, she instantly retracted by taking a step backward.  The sudden movement startled me, especially when I felt the tremor when Jessica’s shoe thumped down on the hardwood floor.

* * *

“What are you doing, Tess?”, Jessica asked worryingly. 

“I was just ---”, I was squeaking to conjure up an excuse.

“Tess has a foot craze, she was snuggling on your shoe!”, Winkie interjected naughtily.

“Tess!  Not in the public!”, Jessica blushed as her face reddened, while I went red in the face as well.     

Then, my younger sister, Winkie (the team leader and outside hitter) of the team gave me the bad news. 

“Sorry Tess, you have to stay on the sideline.  Normally, we won’t mind that you play with the ball, but this is a match against the LSR.  We can’t be looking after you while focusing on the game.”, Winkie graciously insisted.

“You won’t be alone darling”, Jessica interjected to ease my displeasure.  “There would be six substitute players, so you would be with friends.”

“Wait a minute – I’ve been participating during the practices.  Good thing that I’ve been super enhanced by the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC)!”, I screamed (merely squeaking like a mouse in reality) to make an objection.  

“Honestly dear, from the bottom of my heart; I developed the NIC, and it has a super healing quality and greatly enhances physical endurance.  However, you are just too tiny to compete in the game.”, Laura explained delicately.

“Sis, an FIVB-approved volleyball weighs around 260-280 grams (nearly 10 ounces), while your whole body weighs what?  1 ounce?”, Winkie remarked earnestly.  

“Well, at least I should get a tryout.”, I insisted.

* * *

When I insisted on getting a tryout, Winkie was keen on this idea.  Despite everything, Winkie would never miss out on an opportunity to poke fun at me.  She picked up a volleyball and tossed it at Yin Ting, a defensive specialist on our team.  Yin effortlessly caught the ball on impulse.  Next, Winkie picked up another one and playfully smiled at me.

When Jessica perceived Winkie’s mischievousness, she grabbed onto the ball with both hands, while trying to take it from Winkie’s grasp.

“What are you doing?”, Winkie yelled while giggling.

“Oh no, you don’t!  I saw your face!”, Jessica replied while having fits of laughter as well.

“All right, here they go again!”, Laura exclaimed hilariously while gesturing to the other ladies to move away from the playful contest.

After a while, Winkie let go of the ball and playfully stuck her tongue out at Jessica.

* * *

From my viewpoint, it was a real clash of two super giantesses!  Given that every Asiatic team member has been inoculated with the NIC.  The rubber soles of their volleyball shoes were squeaking as their feet moved vigorously at random.  By dint of my minuscule physique, any ordinary lady would look like a skyscraper.  Despite this, as I watched them jesting, striving to get the ball, I was completely amazed by their feminine, yet toned giant arm and leg muscles flexing.  

I understood the sheer size difference, it would be a David and Goliath competition and I would weaken the team if I participated in the game against the Ladies Supremacy Republic.  I got very frustrated and started to shed tears.

* * *

While I viewed the magnificent physiques of each teammate, I started to hark back to the days when I was still a normal person.  I dearly yearn for the time that I could easily implement the perfect dig against Winkie’s intense spike.  Sadly, those days are gone! 

* * *

Finally, it was time for my tryout to determine if I should play a part in the competition.  As I watched Winkie effortlessly pick up a volleyball, I saw her enormous, yet supple arms.  She has a fine-looking, East Asian skin tone with a light tan colour with a natural rosy undertone.  Meanwhile, both Laura and Jessica were watching worriedly.

“Take it easy, Winkie!”, Jessica asserted with a serious tone.

Playfully, Winkie started to perform a Circular arm swing spike attack, as she gestured Yin Ting to toss the ball in the air.  The instant that Winkie started the manoeuvre, both Laura and Jessica swiftly jumped in front of me to block the spike.  But, Winkie was just pretending and merely held the ball in her hands effortlessly. 

* * *

“Hee-hee-hee!  I scared you!”, Winkie laughed hysterically while sticking her tongue out at them.  

“That’s not funny!”, Laura objected, while Jessica looked intently at Winkie with much annoyance.

* * *

As a matter of fact, while Laura and Jessica were scared because of my well-being; I was the one who was scared stiff by Winkie’s naughty prank.  I was scared by Winkie’s move as I knew that she was only pretending.   The really scary moment was when Laura and Jessica jumped in front of me at the same time!  As their shoes landed on the hardwood floor in chorus, from my minuscule perspective, it was like a major earthquake! 

* * *

Afterwards, when my calmness was restored, I felt very honoured to be well-protected within the team.  Also, while Winkie is very naughty at times, there is a deep-rooted sisterly love between the two of us.  In truth, she was making the prank to prove her point.

“You see Tess, it's better if you keep away from the game.”, Winkie spoke caringly.  Then, she went back to her playful attitude and said, “Anyway, I’ve to pee!”.  

Winkie cheerily entered the ladies' dressing room and casually sat on the toilet.  After she had relieved herself, she became conscious of the spacious, well-appointed atmosphere.  It is equipped with a whirlpool, so she took the time to walk around, all of a sudden, an audible squish followed by a blood-spattered mess squirting out from the underside of her right shoe.  Fortunately, the gum rubber sole of her volleyball shoes provided high traction/grip and minimized the slip.

Surprisingly, Winkie was unconcerned, as her first thought was that it couldn’t be Tess, as she was with the other teammates at the volleyball court, so it must be just a male tiny.  In a way, Winkie found the mishap to be comical because it explored a dark desire of hers, as she was fascinated by the significant power difference.

Meanwhile, Winkie didn’t want to further the disgusting mess by walking with the flattened remains pasted underneath her shoe.  So, she carefully removed her right shoe and sat down on a bench.  Then she used a few antibacterial hand wipes to clean the bottom of her shoe.  In fact, the remains that were firmly pasted underneath her shoe contained the male tiny’s pecker!  But then, it was rather indistinguishable, as Winkie couldn't have spotted it.

Preface – This chapter is from another angle, from the perspective of a male tiny within the Ladies Supremacy Republic (LSR).  It is a spinoff from “The Underfoot Railroad” by kenny224, which he has given me the go-ahead.  

President Dianne Trent of the LSR has successfully drummed up support for the propaganda that female individuals were being told repeatedly that they were victims of an oppressive male hierarchy.  Then, to right the supposed wrong of toxic masculinity, President Dianne Trent cleverly initiated the mandatory miniaturization process.  These days, all men have been shrunken to the height of merely three inches and all their civil rights have been put out of the ladies’ minds.  All the minuscule men are mass-produced synthetically.  Since they’re just synthetic products, men don’t have any identity whatsoever.  Hence, the tiny guy in this chapter will be named ‘Nameless’.  The story resumes from the time when he saw the frightening episode as Winkie inadvertently stepped on another male tiny in the ladies' dressing room.   

Through various risky manoeuvres, Mister Nameless and his friend managed to escape from the paper bag confinement.  They entered a massive room by crawling underneath the gap of the enormous doorway, which seemed like a gigantic gate to a chateau.  Then, they realized that this extremely large room was merely a well-appointed ladies' dressing room.  

Thump – Thump.  They perceived the loud, thumping sounds of the footsteps, as the dashed in between the gap of the lockers. 

The door swung open, and a sporty lady entered the room and swiftly parked herself on the toilet.  Nameless guessed that she is from East Asia, as the prevailing texture of her silky-smooth skin, with a peach-like tone and skin with light brown shade.  

Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the lady’s face due to his minuscule height, as he merely got a look at her well-developed calves.  However, the most intimidating aspect is the volleyball shoes, as each one looks as if it’s a sport utility vehicle, which is unquestionably fatal if one of these shoes were to come down on a minuscule guy.

Meanwhile, a loud, continuous waterfall occurred when the East Asia lady’s pee started to cascade down to the white porcelain toilet bowl.  Eventually, the cascade eased to a trickle and stopped; then the athletic lady cleaned her privates and walked out of the stall.  Then, she started to look around the elegant dressing room, while checking out the poster of the LSR volleyball team.  

As the weighty footfalls continue to linger, Nameless’ friend was scared shitless by the frightening thumps.  He sprinted toward the drain to find a way to escape; consequently, a sickening squash transpired.  Sure enough, the underside of the lady’s right shoe landed squarely on the three inches tall, minuscule guy.

The simultaneous sounds of countless muscles mashing, and bones snapping/splintering instantaneously were shocking for Nameless.  He remained in hiding as he stared at the blood-spattered scene.  Subsequently, a pair of feminine, supple hands that seemed like a pair of enormous claws untied the shoelace and lifted the shoe.  All along, strings of blood-spattered innards and body parts were stuck to the rubber sole.  

When the lady sat down on a bench, Nameless got a glimpse of the lady’s attractive face.  However, he was in tears when he saw the lady’s expression.  She seemed to be pestered, as the gruesome remains of Nameless’ friend had made a mess on the bottom of her shoes.  She didn’t show any sympathy at all, while she got a few antibacterial hand wipes to wipe her shoe.  Then, she just tossed the whole thing in the garbage can.  After washing her hands, she cheerfully walked out in a cavalier fashion.  

Much of his friend’s flattened remains were still left on the white tiled floor.  As Nameless continues to cry, he gathers enough courage to go to the blood-spattered scene to present his last respect to his friend.  Unfortunately, he didn’t account for the fact that the gigantic shoe came down on his friend while he was sprinting.  Although the whole episode merely lasted one second, it was an abrupt, sloppy footstep.

The scene is chaotic, it’s just a slop of unrecognizable remains.  Nameless started to scream frantically.  He is very disturbed, as he can’t accept the injustice.  In spite of this, his curiosity got the better of him and he took a closer look at his friend’s compressed remains.  The sight was unimaginably sickening, as it was a very uneven squash.  The spinal column has been folded backward in several ways.  The guts are pulped in a blood-spattered pattern.  The head was not there, likely wedged underneath the lady’s sneaker.

Suddenly, the enormous door swung open, as a pleasant Asiatic lady walked in.  She was dressed in an unpretentious, yet sporty volleyball outfit.  The white V-neck sleeveless jersey combined with the maroon compression-fit volleyball shorts highlighted her fine-looking, olive skin tone.  Likewise, she has a somewhat curvy, with an hourglass, athletic figure that complements her skin tone seamlessly.  However, the intimidating part is the pair of volleyball shoes, which seems monstrous to Nameless, as another pair of these lethal crushers has utterly reduced his friend to a pulp!

Jessica gently held Tess in her left hand, while she effortlessly pushed open the glossy wooden door to the ladies' room.  Upon entry, she caught a glimpse of the repulsive, pathetic remains of Nameless’ friend, well flattened on the porcelain tiled floor.  She subtly moved her thumb to block Tess’s sight to prevent Tess from seeing the blood-spattered mess.  As she swiftly placed Tess in the porcelain hand basin, so that the mess was well out of sight.  Then, she casually pulled out some tissue paper to wipe up the flattened remains and discarded it in the toilet bowl.  As if the humiliation of being previously flattened to paste, and then tossed in the toilet weren’t enough, after that, Jessica decided to empty her bladder on top of it, soaking the gory remains with warm, yellowish urine.  Then she got up and wiped her tooshie with care, and then tossed in a clump of soiled bathroom tissue onto its stinky grave, pressed the flush button and sent it off to the sewers in the end.  

Nameless was so frightened that he desperately wanted to escape.  He sprinted toward the gigantic doorway; the gruelling run was like running across an endless hall.  At long last, he reached the doorway and he did his utmost to crawl underneath the gap between the door and the porcelain tiled floor.  The task was very strenuous, especially when the bottom of the wooden door was very coarse, like a massive scraper.  Sadly, he got wedged underneath the gigantic door.

Meanwhile, Jessica gently picked up Tess from the hand basin and started to stroll to the door.  Jessica casually pulled on the door handle with ease and rejoined the team at the volleyball court.

Excruciatingly, Jessica’s inadvertent action caused terrible injuries to Nameless.  The coarse bottom of the door severely skinned his back, to the point that his whole spinal column was exposed!  His body started convulsing uncontrollably, while he lost control of his bowels and defecated.  While he was screaming, the noise was barely a squeak for any normal lady.  The convulsion persisted for nearly 30 minutes and lessened to sporadic spasms, as the remains were just left on the cold, porcelain-tiled floor.