Big. Big was understatement. No. She was massive. It was amazing how a person so large could be alive,
but here she was, standing before him.

“Mr. Rose?” She asked, looking down at him.

He thought he could detect a slight smirk on her face over 10ft above his own 6ft frame.
“T-that’s me.” He stuttered out, trying to sound confident, “But, you can call me N-nick.” His words
seemed to dribble out his mouth before the behemoth.

“Noted.” She spoke sarcastically, “Let me be the first to thank you for your time. It’s always so hard
finding volunteers, but I can assure you, you will be greatly rewarded.”

Nick listened as the titanic female continued, his eyes traveling up and down her body. Starting at her
feet, Nick noticed that they were bare; something he found odd, but considering the girl’s size, shoes
may not be the easiest thing to come by.

Appreciating her naturally tanned skin, Nick’s eyes travelled up her thick legs barely covered by a Navy
skirt and reached her stomach, a blue gingham blouse covering her arms and torso. He briefly caught
sight of the name-badge clipped to her waist. An unsmiling face greeted him, with the words “Ann”
stamped below it.

“Nick…NICK!”

Nick was snapped from his visual tour by the booming voice of his current host.
“S-sorry. What was that?” he asked, embarrassingly.

Ann sighed, “I was asking if you had any questions or concerns about the contract.”
“Oh. No.” Nick answered, lying. As a matter-of-fact, he had hundreds of questions, but wanted the
$1,000 check for going through with this more.

“Great. Sign here, here, thumbprint here, initial here, and sign here, please.” Ann presented a tablet to
Nick.

The funny thing was, to him it was more like a 27-inch flat screen. Ann’s hands made it look so small.
Nick scrolled awkwardly through the screen, hitting all the necessary lines until he reached the end. The
bold logo of Vilecio Corp. greeted him. Craning his neck, Nick looked up to Ann who was watching
expectantly.

“Done.” He spoke.

The girl merely reached out down and grabbed her “tablet” from where Nick had balanced it before him
and nodded in approval.

“Everything looks to be in order. As line 16 stated, Vilecio Corp. will not be responsible for any negative
effects from testing.”

Nick’s stomach sank. “Understood.”

“Follow me to the first test.” Ann spoke in a more commanding tone than previously and turned on her
heel.

Nick couldn’t help but feel insignificant behind Ann, his face barely coming up above her knees. His eyes
watched her legs as she walked. Her calves and hamstrings flexing with each step, pulling the skin
taught, seemingly taunting him with their strength. The slapping of Ann’s bare soles against the linoleum
the only soundtrack in the empty building.

Suddenly, Ann stopped. Nick, following too close, found his face quickly pressed into one of her large
thighs.

“Please watch where you’re going. As per your contract, you will only be paid upon satisfactory
completion of tests.”

“Sorry.” Nick apologized, his face burning with embarrassment.
“Through this door to the testing room, please.” Ann motioned to a door which seemed to have
appeared from nowhere.

Nick stared to his left and right. The long hallway completely empty. The bare white walls and floor
nearly blinding. He thought he could make out Ann’s footprints upon the reflective linoleum.
“We don’t have all day.” Ann tapped one of her gigantic feet expectantly.

Taking a deep breath, Nick stepped through the door. Ann followed, blocking his only way out.
The door shut behind them, Nick stared around the room. All four walls and ceiling were covered in a
Robin’s-egg blue colour. The floor was a soft mat-like material. Other than cameras in every corner, the
room was completely empty.

“Your first test.” Ann’s voice behind him cause Nick to shiver, “will be to test your physical abilities.
Strength, dexterity, agility…”

Nick couldn’t find any signs of testing equipment.
“Sounds good.” Nick lied. “Where are the computers and machines and stuff?” He asked.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I guess we did leave that out of orientation.” Ann nearly chuckled. “I’ll be the one testing
you.”

Nick’s stomach dropped.

Ann stepped from behind to in front of him, her hands on her hips. “I promise I’ll go easy on you. This is
merely for testing purposes. Only 3 subjects have ever died…” She let last words hang in the air.
“I think I’d rather stop the testing now. Thank you.” Nick backed toward the door, but was met by bare
wall.

“Invisible door. Only available to those with clearance.” Ann spoke, taking a long step toward the, now
cowering, man.

“Ann. Please. I don’t think I’m a good fit for the testing.”

Ann smiled. “Please strip. We’ll need a full view of your body for testing.”
Nick turned toward the wall, his hands scrambling frantically over the bare surface. He began to pound
his fists.

“Help! Somebody!”
Ann’s common sigh erupted once more before Nick went blind from one of Ann’s hands grabbing his
head.

“I hate when you subjects are so difficult.” Ann spat down, holding Nick like a disobedient child. With a
swift pull, she had him de-pantsed. Another quick rip and he was shirtless. She finally let go, letting him
fall to the plush ground. Her bare feet making deep indentions into it.

“I’ll leave you the dignity of removing your own underwear.”

Nick was in shock by how easily Ann had disrobed him. His clothes now crumpled into a pile below one
of her feet. Rising, he shook with fear and adrenaline, slowly reaching down and rolling off his boxer-
briefs.

“Nice.” Ann smirked, making notes into her tablet.

Nick remained silent, too dumfounded at the quick turn of events to think of any words.
Lifting her foot, Ann kicked Nick’s ripped clothes across the room. She walked to a corner, plugging the
tablet into a before-unseen mount on the wall and turned back toward Nick. Her shadow quickly
eclipsing him.

“The test is easy. You have 3 minutes to either, avoid or attack me. We’ll be tracking your heart rate,
CO2 levels, lactic acid levels, and energy expenditure. To ensure that you’re not sandbagging, we’ll up
your reward by $1,000 for each successful punch you land on me. However, for everytime I’m able to
strike you, you’ll lose $500. There are former subjects who owe us $100,000 from this test.
Understand?”

Nick nodded, his body feeling so defenseless.

“Good….and…..go.” Ann commanded.

Nick began to sprint to the far side of the room, he didn’t care about any bonus. He only wanted to
make it out alive. He unsure of what Ann was capable of, but he did have a good idea.
Two strides into his sprint, Nick found himself knocked to the ground. He gasped for air. It was if a semi-
truck had hit him. He rolled in agony. His ribs screamed. He opened his eyes, to see Ann’s towering form
above him. Her legs straddling his body.

“Damn. I thought you would do so much better.”
Before he could regain his composure, Nick was met by the sole of Ann’s right foot as it descended up
him, easily covering his torso.

“So far, you owe Vilecio $1000. For each second I hold you here, it’ll increase by a further $1000.” Ann
commented. “$2000…$3000….” Ann counted up.

Nick struggled beneath the meaty appendage on top of his body. The warmth from Ann’s foot
emanating into his chest. A continuous pressure forcing the air out of his lungs. He gasped and wheezed
as his arms and leg’s flailed. Eventually Ann’s foot lifted.

“Okay. I’ll let you off with $64,000. You have just under 2 more minutes.” Ann spoke.

Rolling onto his stomach, Nick pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. He could feel the cool air of
the room on his chest drying the sweat from Ann’s foot. Rising almost to his full height, Nick stared at
Ann who yawned. He steadied himself and determined he was going to get, at least, 1 hit on this bitch.
He ran as fast as he could forward, thinking that he could tackle her down. Once on the ground she had
to be slower. Nick was unable to test this hypothesis, however, as he was quickly slapped aside, his body
flying into the nearest wall.

“This is great. Keep it up. Ann commented. You’re giving us great results.”
“Great results.” Nick thought to himself as his body screamed at him.
“1 minute left. And $65,000 owed.” Ann teased.

Staring over at the Tan Titan, Nick decided on one more assault. Steadying himself, she pushed off the
wall and ran once more toward Ann. His body was met by the underside of her right foot once again.
Ann roared with laughter as Nick ran straight into her sole. Her left lifted outward acting as a fleshly
bollard.

“I guess you can work off this debt through more testing.” She lowered her foot ontop of Nick, careful to
press down just enough to leave him suffering, but not allow him to pass out. She could feel his gasps
and thumping heart under her toes. She lived for this job.

Nick groaned in agony and Ann’s toes thumped against his chest, sending reverberations into the cavity.
“3…2….1… and $125,000. Not bad for a day’s work.” Ann lifted her foot from Nick who was now
beginning to bruise, his torso wearing a near-perfect imprint of her sole.

Nick rested his hands on his knees, gasping for air. He stared up at Ann who had stepped away to
retrieve her tablet and returned almost as if to lord his defeat over him.

“Excellent results, little guy.” Ann smiled. “I’ll let you regain your breath before we head to test two. Oh
and when you get a chance you can make that $125,000 out to me or you can fight me for double or
nothing.” She laughed.

Nick, defeated, began to walk for his clothes but was stopped by Ann’s palm.
“We’ll have something special for you at the end of testing.” She stroked a finger over Nick’s chest
before heading to the door. “Now come on.”

Nick followed dejectedly, wondering what he had gotten himself into…

Walking down the long corridor behind Ann, Nick didn’t know what to think anymore. What was
supposed to become an easy $1,000 had turned into a nightmare. Thoughts of escape ran through his
mind, but he didn’t know where to begin. The hallways seemed endless and, seemingly, barren of doors.
“How do you like the facility, Nick?” Ann asked, keeping a steady pace ahead of Nick.

He couldn’t believe how casual Ann was. How ambivalent she was toward the nude man following
behind. The man whom she could’ve killed minutes prior.

“It’s very nice.” Nick managed to croak out of his sore jaw.

“Thank you. We strive for ‘very nice’ . Oh. Please try not to drip any blood on the floor or I’ll have to
make you lick it up.” Ann replied in a chipper-tone.

Luckily, any blood remaining from his prior beating had long since dried or been wiped off. Still, he
gulped instinctively.

Limping along behind Ann, Nick couldn’t help but let his eyes gaze at her titanic hips which swayed with
each step. Her titanic feet making intimidating slaps with each foot-fall.

“Your heart-rate’s increasing. That’s not good.” Ann spoke aloud, her hands fiddling with her tablet.
Nick suddenly felt a calmness wash over him as his eyes returned to the ground.

“Ah. Much better.” Ann spoke with satisfaction. “It looks like your Remote Neuro Chip is working
successfully. You might have felt a slight pinch in your lower back when I installed in the last test.”
“What? Remote Neuro Chip?” Nick asked. Though shocked, his voice remained calm. No doubt from the
chip.

“Contrived, I know. I’ll let marketing think of a better name” Ann replied, continuing her slow pace
ahead. “In short. Once implanted, it allows whoever has remote access to control the wearer’s complete
body functions. From this…” Ann pressed her tablet.

Nick stopped dead in his tracks and fell to his knees.

“…to this.” She turned around, presenting the tablet’s screen for Nick to see.

What Nick saw nearly caused him to puke as vertigo washed over him. On the screen was a direct feed
of what Nick was seeing, giving him the most serious case of double-vision ever.
Ann pulled the tablet away with a satisfying chuckle.

Craning his head up, Nick’s legs refused to respond as he was dwarfed even more by the Amazon.
“It’s always so weird seeing myself this way. Oh snap. I forgot to wear panties today!” She giggled,
position her crotch directly above Nick.

Nick remained still, fearful that the tan columns straddling either side of him could close in an instant,
crushing him.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Ann asked, sounding almost genuine in her curiosity.

Nick’s sight of Ann’s bare pussy was soon replaced with one of her soles. Her toes wiggling slightly.
“That’s totally gross.” Ann looked at the bottom of her own foot through Nick’s eyes. “I forget how dirty
these floors can be. As you can guess. It’s much easier for somebody,” she paused “of my size to go
without shoes than to try to pay for a custom pair. You wouldn’t mind doing me a favour would you?”
Nick found himself too scared to answer.

“Who am I kidding? Of course you wouldn’t. You can take it off the $125,000 you owe me.” With this
Ann played further with the tablet in her hands.

Nick mouth soon opened as if being forced by an invisible vice and his tongue slowly extended itself.
Ann made a sour face, “Is that really all you got? Oh well.”

Nick could only watch in horror as the sole lowered toward him. At nearly half his own size, he was sure
he would be flattened. His face was soon pressed firmly into Ann’s instep.
“Ooooh, that’s nice.”

Slowly, the foot drug back, Nick’s tongue leaving a clean trail in the dirt on the sole as it transferred to
his mouth.

Revealing Nick’s face below, tears running out of his eyes, Ann smiled.
“This is the first chance I’ve ever had to test the Neuro Chip. It’s so cool.” Her sole soon found itself back
on top of her test subject’s face.

Nick wanted to gag, but couldn’t as the dirt, skin, and seat from Ann’s foot collected on his tongue.
Finishing one foot, Ann looked down at Nick. A slight frown formed before her lips puckered and a large
globule of saliva worked its way from between them, landing squarely on Nick’s face and mouth.

“There. Your tongue was getting a little dirty, figured I would help. No need to thank me.”

Ann’s face was soon replaced by her other sole as she finished her “testing” with Nick.

Lifting her feet as if to check if she stepped in something, Ann was satisfied by the results. The creamy
soles of her tawny feet were near bare, save for a mix of her own and Nick’s dried spit.

“Very. Very cool.” With a few taps of her fingers, Nick was standing back up as if nothing had happened.
“We’re almost to testing room 2. Please stay close.”

Nick couldn’t believe how casual the girl was about what had occurred so far. What she had put him
through, he felt his anger begin to rise, but then wash away as Ann played with the tablet. His eyes
focused once more on her thick thighs with taste of salt and earth coating his mouth…

“And here we are.” Ann stopped at a door which seemed to have materialized along the wall from
nowhere.

Nick grew nervous, unsure of what awaited him on the other side of the ivory slab engraved with the
word “Gulliver”

“Like it?” Ann asked, noticing Nick reading the words. “All our rooms are named in a way to reflect their
purpose. I know you didn’t notice, but testing room 1 was actually the ‘Stone Cold’ room.”

Nick couldn’t help but to smirk at the cheekiness of the name.

With a quick press of her tablet, Ann motioned Nick through the, now open, door.

Stepping past his giant tester, though he saw her more as a captor, Nick walked into a room that was
completely dark except for a faint, pink glow along the outer edges. Ann’s thunderous foot-steps
followed, with the light from the hallway quickly being cut off as the door closed.

“Just one second.” Ann spoke from behind, no doubt fiddling with her tablet.

Nick watched as the room lit up. The pink light faded as a orange hue overtook the room casting an,
almost fiery, glow.

“Welcome to test two,” Ann began, stepping from behind Nick to once more hold her size over him.
“your results from test one could’ve directed toward any number of tests. Luckily for me, you were
deemed 99.9999% appropriate for S.M.O.L testing. Also, luckily for you, you just missed out on our
continuous labour program.”

Nick felt his body grow cold as fear, once-more, overtook him. His body shaking like a frightened
chihuahua.

Looking around the room, Nick noticed it’s familiarity to the ‘Stone Cold’ room. Completely empty, save
for a small steel table in the middle with a glass of, what looked to be, purple Kool-aid.
“I imagine your thirsty?” Ann asked.

Nick smacked his lips, suddenly more aware of how parched he was. The acrid taste from Ann’s feet still
coating his lips.

“Wh-what is it?” He asked, nervously, staring at the glass with suspicion.”
“I told you. It’s project S.M.O.L. Now drink up, or we might need to go back to test one to reevaluate.”
Ann threatened.

Nick stepped carefully toward the glass, apprehensive as to what else there may be. Ann followed
closely behind until he finally reached the small table.

“Now extend your arm.” Ann encouraged, but Nick resisted. This earned a sigh from the gigantic female,
“I guess I’ll do it myself.”

Nick watched helplessly as Ann worked her tablet. His arm began to move by itself, grabbing the liquid
and holding it before his already awaiting mouth. His wrist betrayed him, slowly turning to pour the
purple elixir into his mouth. Thankfully it was tasteless. A sudden feeling of being trapped in his own
body washed over him his throat swallowed.

“Perfect.” Ann replied, relinquishing control of Nick’s body back to him, causing the glass to drop on the
ground, shattering into hundreds of pieces.

“You clumsy idiot.” Ann scoffed before pressing a couple more buttons on her tablet. What Nick saw
nearly caused him to faint.

On a nearby wall, a small hole opened. It was like a group of ants had been let loose, only they weren’t
ants.

Nick watched in horror as dozens of, what looked to be, tinies people scurried around he and Ann’s feet
working diligently to pick up every last piece of glass. Some of the people looked to range from 1ft tall to
mere inches.

“You should see the look on your face right now.” Ann laughed.

Within minutes, the glass had been completely cleaned and the tiny people had returned to their, literal,
hole in the wall.

“wh-what are those?” Nick stuttered, light-headed.

“Oh. Those are just successful project S.M.O.L test subjects.” Ann spoke matter-of-factly.
Nick nearly pissed himself, “Successful S.M.O.L subjects!? But didn’t I.. Won’t I…” the world grew dizzy
around him.

“Yep. Yep. And Yep.” Ann answered, pushing a few more buttons on her tablet. “I was hoping to show
you this once it took effect, but I guess now is a time as any.”

The room darkened once more as one wall illuminated and a cartoony music began.
Nick watched the wall as a video seemed to begin to play.

“SO YOU’RE GOING TO BE SMOL?” A comic-sans font floated on the screen followed by camera shots of
the Vilecio facility.

“Congratulations!” a narrator spoke, “and welcome to Vilecio’s SMOL program. Thanks to intrepid
explorers such as yourself. Vilecio is pushing the envelope of all that is possible and benefiting all of
humankind…”

Nick wanted to puke as the video reminded him of 1950s Cold war propaganda, but in 4K.
“…But what does being SMOL entail?” the narrator continued. “As a successful test subject, you will be
introduced into a variety of opportunities around Vilecio. From important scientific research…”
The screen flashed to an image of a group of small people being tested with what looked to be makeup.
“…to ensuring the continuous success of Vilecio products…”

The screen then showed a small clip of tiny people working on what looked to children’s toys.
“…To even helping your co-workers…”

Nick watched in horror as the screen showed a seated Indian woman working at a lab table while a
small, foot-tall blond, massaged her feet.

“Haha. Good job, Stacy! Way to go from Rashmi’s supervisor to helping her out!” The narrator spoke in a
sickening cheery tone.

“We thank you for your interest in project S.M.O.L and wish you the greatest success. Your belongings
will be donated to a charity of our choosing…”
With this, the video ended.

“Better than ‘Titanic’” Ann spoke from above, a broad smile on her face.
“Ann!” Nick was filled with anger. “What the fuck is this!? Wait until I contact my lawyers. You’ll never
get away with this.”

Ann’s familiar sigh filled the room. “You just don’t get it, do you, you little runt? The minute you stepped
through that door, you became Vilecio’s property. MY property.” The female roared. “Don’t you
remember all the money you us from test one? It wasn’t a game.”

Nick reddened in anger and fear as Ann towered over him exerting her voice.
“No. By our calculations, you’re going to be no more than 1/16 th your original size once the effect of
S.M.O.L stop. That means you’ll need 16 times as long as a normal person to pay us…”
Nick thought he could feel himself shrinking as Ann continued.

“You will be working here for the rest.” Ann poked a thick finger into Nick’s chest, pushing him
backwards.

“of your.” One more poke, Nick struggled to maintain his balance.
“Pathetic.” One final poke and Nick fell onto his back, looking up at Ann towering over him.
“Little life.” Ann’s foot lifted from the ground, covering up Nick’s body which seemed to be shrinking by
the second.

The orange hue of the room was replaced by a familiar wetness as his fresh air supply was cut-off and
his eyes were plunged into darkness…

Nick couldn’t believe how his life had turned on its head the last few hours. What had originally started
as a harmless ad in his spam folder turned into a chaotic dream he couldn’t wake up from. Witch each
passing breath he could feel his body changing, a new fate awaiting him.

Splaying her toes, Ann enjoyed watching as Nick face continued to diminish between them. With each
passing minute, her foot engulfed more of her subject’s body. She glanced at her tablet.

“Says here you’re already approaching 5ft. Your mass is reducing nicely.” Ann tapped a few notes into
the screen.

“Ann. Please! You can’t let thimmmppmph…” Nick attempted to plead but was cut-off as a large toe was
forced into his mouth.

“Hmmm doesn’t quite fit.” Ann spoke in disappointment as she stared down at Nick’s face. His cheeks
stretched to their lips. She did enjoy the feeling of his little tongue swabbing against her skin. “Gonna be
a shame when my pinky toe is 5 times larger than you, little guy…”

Nick remained speechless as his mouth was plugged by the tan digit, it’s saltiness dominating his sense
of taste.

As Ann’s toe strained his already sore jaw, Nick could feel the pressure increase as the toe seemed to
grow. In actuality, project S.M.O.L was doing its job, further reducing him in size.

“Darn. I guess that’s the end of this.” Ann pulled her toe free from Nick’s mouth, dragging a trail of spit
across the shrinking male’s face. Nick didn’t care. His jaw relaxed, allowing him to bring his chapped lips
together and clench his jaw against the pressure from Ann’s foot.

Ann enjoyed the feeling of Nick’s shrinking body between the floor and her foot.

“Looks like you’re liking this?” Ann raised an eyebrow at Nick’s prick standing at attention. “Or is that a
fear boner!? Please let it be a fear boner.” She teased, lifting her foot slightly to allow Nick’s 4ft body to
disappear almost completely under her sole.

His face now pressed into the underside of Ann’s toes, Nick could barely see through the gaps. His nose
and mouth pressed firmly into the doughy flesh.

“Once you finish shrinking, we’ll review your final results and decide where you place. Either you’ll be fit
for orientation, exported, or….disposed of.” Ann beamed, tapping on Nick’s face with the underside of
her toes. “Our Sexual Exploration division could always use more volunteers.”

Ann’s words were mostly ignored by Nick as he continued to shrink under her foot, his body in a limbo
between the cool metal floor of the Gulliver room and the sweltering skin of Ann’s sole. The girl seemed
to be a living furnace as perspiration collected on her skin and depositing onto Nick’s body.

“You know, I could actually stop the shrinking at anytime.” Ann eventually revealed. She seemed to
delight in piling surprises on her test subject. “Yep. With one press of my tablet, I could’ve stopped you
at 5ft, or maybe do it now; I’ve always been fond of dwarves.”

By now, Nick had disappeared completely under Ann’s foot, his face pressed firmly into her instead.
“Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll stop it. Worst case scenario you live life at around 3ft. Abused by some,
pitied by others.”

Tears welled in Nick’s eyes as the reality of his future dawned upon him. No matter the outcome he was
no longer the same man who had entered Vilecio.

“Maybe you need a little encouragement.” Ann continued above. Nick already knew she was adjusting
her tablet.

His mouth opening once more, Nick stuck his tongue out and began to ravenously lick and suck on the
underside of Ann’s foot completely against his own will.

“Ohhh. That’s very nice. But you’ll have to do more than that.” Ann cooed.

A sudden rush of dopamine flooded Nick’s body. His hips soon joined his mouth in its worship of his
Amazonian tormentor. His miniature dick thrusted into the thick sole, pounding uselessly against the
skin and muscle above.

Feeling Nick’s insignificant mouth and dick working into her foot, Ann couldn’t help but burst into
laughter.

“You’re literally nothing but a puppet!”

Nick moaned in , both, pleasure and pain as his lips and tongue were rubbed nearly raw and his dick
pounded senselessly until, finally, his body was wracked by one of the strongest orgasms he had ever
experienced.

“Damn. I’m good.” Ann congratulated herself. “Unfortunately, Nick, it looks like you’re almost to your
target size, so you just keep going down there.

The giantess smirked as she pressed the little man, still humping and licking, into the floor.
Nick screamed in agony as his dick stood once more, betraying his feelings. Ann’s sweaty sole sealing
him against the floor.

Ann looked down at her own approximately 34-inch long foot, wiggling her toes gleefully. Painted in a
turquoise blue, they reflected the orange light of the room magnificently. The tablet in her left hand
chirped happily. Anna glanced at her tablet. Bright green letters graced the screen.

“CONVERSION COMPLETE.”

She smiled as she could still feel Nick squirming under her foot. His hips and lips no doubt continuing to
dance as she wished.

Nick hated himself as his body betrayed him, controlled by the cruel bitch who had led him to this trap.
Dopamine flooded his body. Another reward which he didn’t want but had no ability to refuse. Burying
his face into Ann’s sole, he kissed passionately, inhaling her scent. His pitiful penis nearly rubbed raw.
Ann smirked as she lifted her tawny appendage off her pale pawn. She watched as he continued to
worship the air which her foot had resided. She erupted in laughter.

Free from the intense heat and pressure which had trapped him for an unknown time, Nick tried to stop
his body, but it was no use. The Neuro Chip did extraordinary at keeping control. He felt like a bug being
toyed with by cat.

Ann watched for a few more minutes as Nick’s body squirmed. His muscles tightening and loosening.
Flexing to her button presses. She found it ironic how the man had, no doubt, probably worked hard to
reach his current physique only to become, in essence, a remote controlled toy. Her mind flashed briefly
Vilecio’s Sexual Research division before she tapped a few times on the tablet. She watched as Nick’s
body went still.

Nick gasped for air, his muscles tense. His lips and dick and other bare parts scraped and bloodied.
“4.5 inches.” Ann’s voice boomed from above, even more thunder-like than before.

It took Nick a second to register what she meant, but then he remembered the initial purpose of this
room. Ann had him so busy dancing to her whims that he didn’t even notice his shrinking. Ann, though
she was massive before, was near planet size now. Nick tried doing some quick math to determine just
how much their different was. He guessed that he was less than 5% of Ann’s height. To put it a different
way, she was over 4,200% larger than him.

“Stand up.” Ann commanded, nearly deafening the tiny man.

Still exhausted from the sexual torture under the girl’s foot, Nick struggled to stand. Every nanometer of
him ached.

Ann watched with glee as Nick’s little body stirred below, either of her feet bestriding him.
“Look up.” She ordered.

Nick remained fearfully obedient, craning his neck upward. He hoped to please Ann enough to
discourage her from taking control.

Ann smirked. She had turned Nick’s POV on the tablet. Her bare crotch loomed high overhead like some
ominous moon.

“Now that’s a view.” She teased.

Nick couldn’t disagree, though he wished it was under different circumstances. Looking to he either side,
he glanced at Ann’s titanic feet, following her powerful legs upward. Trying to see his captor’s face, his
view was blocked, not only by her pussy, but by her gigantic breasts as well. Would calling her a 48v bra
even do her justice?

“Okay, runt, enough sight-seeing.” Ann’s voice snapped Nick from his trance. “Let me be the first to
officially welcome you to Vilecio Corp. as S.M.O.L 13528 or S-13528, for short. For my sake, I’ll just keep
using Nick.”

Nick’s head nearly spun-around, “What?” he attempted to protest. “Vilecio can’t do th-“ his voice was
suddenly silenced.

Lifting a finger from the tablet Ann continued her spiel, “Please no talking during orientation. With your
official acceptance into the S.M.O.L program, your orientation will guide us toward directing you to the
correct division for the most efficient return on investment.”

Ann crouched down, her body and crotch uncomfortably close to Nick who cowered on the metal floor.
“Come with me, please.”

With this, Ann unclicked a locket-like device from around her neck and held it close to Nick.
“this was developed by the guys down at the weapons division. They call it the ‘biomagnet’ all it is, is a
strong static field that attracts carbon-based molecules. It really likes carbohydrates like those found in
our bodies.”

Nick soon found his back held tight to the locket as Ann picked him up and clasped him to a gold chain
around her neck. His body swaying delicately above her cleavage.

From his new vantage point Nick wanted to puke, it felt like he could fall at any moment. His eyes
watched as Ann’s fingers danced on her tablet. The room suddenly filling with a clear fluorescent light
and a door appearing on the wall the opposite side from which he and Ann entered.
Nick could only sway helplessly as Ann led him on his “orientation”

“Vilecio has been working on S.M.O.L for quite some time. A way to reduce living organisms in size to
increase the viability of resources. Money got in the way, however, and we quickly found out that
people would pay good money for their own little person than to be shrunk themselves. What can I say,
people are narcissistic greedy fucks.” Ann spat, walking through the new door.

As they stepped through the door, Nick couldn’t help but notice how much different this new side was
compared to testing facility. There were people. Hundreds of people. All dressed in different uniforms
and lab-coats running to and fro looking busy. Ann, by far, the largest person of any of them. Nick also
noticed another thing. Others like him, reduced in size and held tight by Vilecio workers.

“Thus, we went full steam ahead on S.M.O.L. Applications, consequences, potential growth industries.
You wouldn’t believe the opportunity we have in beauty.” Ann said this just as they walked by what
looked to be a testing room. Two small brunettes within working to scrub the callouses off a black
technician’s feet.

“Weapons were a great development. Let’s just say when WWIII comes we’ll all be more worried about
getting eaten by insects than annihilated by mushroom clouds.” Ann chuckled.

“Hell, we even went into our own version of government and corporate espionage. Remember that
plane-full of executives that disappeared from Minneapolis last year?” Ann asked
Nick could only nod.

“Retaliation. They had somehow stolen part of S.M.O.L’s formula. Once they were in the air, they were
helpless. Pump the cabin full of a gas version and, boom, 120 people gone. They made great Christmas
bonuses. I can almost still feel their CEO squirming up my ass…”
Nick was in horror, Ann spoke of all this so casually.

“When I founded this company. I had no clue it would turn into what it has…” Ann let the words hang in
the air, shocking Nick. His heartbeat increased.
Ann chuckled as the tablet notified her.

“Shocking. I know, but sometimes I like to come down and see how things are going. Even test a subject
or two. I guess it’s better to have the boss than some intern, huh? I hear the new girl from China is
worse than me….” Ann walked wordlessly after this until reaching another door from nowhere. A soft
pink glow throbbed on the outside. “… I think this maybe the place for you.”

Nick glanced down at the tablet as Ann flipped through pictures of him. From his early college years, to
his first to jobs, to getting beaten in test one, to kneeling in the hallway and licking her feet. Finally, she
reached an “Assign” section.

“Vilecio Pleasure” was all it said.

The door slid open revealing a hall lined with smaller doors. “You’ll have the honor of being tested by
the CEO.” Ann spoke before stopping before a door, her skin glowing under the pink lights. Nick’s
heartbeat increased as he looked down, Ann’s gigantic hands slowly sliding off her skirt down to her
feet, her toes kicking it to the side. Her fingers prodding her blouse’s buttons, undoing each one with
purpose.

Nick’s mouth went dry as Ann’s body revealed below him, somehow even more intimidating from above
than below. As the door to the testing room opened, Nick wondered how Ann would fit, but it was no
time before she was sprawled on the mattress.

Reaching up, Ann plucked Nick from her necklace with her left hand.
Looking at him with a cruel smirk, she held the tablet up in the other hand.
“Ready for your first day on the job?”

Nick’s heartrate increased.

“Some more dopamine should fix that. Pretty soon you’ll be like one of Pavlov’s dogs. Ready to perform
at the sound of a bell.”

Nick firmly in her hand, Ann reached down opening herself and tossing her toy in.
With a few quick adjustments on the tablet, Ann bit her lip as the little body went to work.
“Make sure you pace yourself. It’ll be a few hours.”
With this, Ann hit the final box on Nick’s profile.

“APPROVED”