“Oh my god aren’t you all soooo cute!” A snide, but cheery,
voice echoed painfully around 9 tinies.
Their sky the undersides of two size 12 feet, the 9
individuals faces all burned with shame as they danced around like idiots. Hats
on their heads jingling with miniature bells while the fabric itched their
skin. Ranging from 2-5 inches, the group were all the victims of the girl who
now controlled every aspect of their daily lives.
Moving her dangling feet so she can see the little show
better, Brittany Dunham couldn’t have been going into the near year any better.
The 25 year-old had fought and clawed her way over the past 3 years to be the
new Director of Digital Marketing for Vilecio’s New Orleans location. The 10
shrinkies serving as trophies of each conquest.
One, her first boss, a 30 year-old red-head who’s skin tone
nearly matched her hair now, had been reassigned as Brittany’s “Director of Wrinkle Care”.
Another, one her of her ex-boyfriends who had gotten her
hired. His only responsibility now as shaving her arm pits.
And one more, an office crush who had scorned her advances;
he now lived off her sweat.
Brittany had overcame each and every obstacle encountered along
the way. With each promotion, she grew from her graduation height of 5ft 4in to
6ft 3in all while reducing those who had challenged her. The former intern who
scurried around the office at every higher-level employee’s beck-and-call; now,
quite literally, had people wrapped around her fingers.
As the dancing and tiny singing drew down, Brittany clapped
with glee. A genuine smile beaming from her face.
“I appreciate y’all soooo much! Y’all wore them cute little
outfits and then put on this great little show for New Years. I could not ask
for a better office family.” Her eyes burning a hole into the group corralled
between her large feet.
They all, tiny men and women alike, returned her words with
a curtsy. As they’d been trained.
One tiny man, who had been Brittany’s rival when they both
started, whispered under his breath “After you shoved Ben up your ass for not
dancing right, how could we resist…”
Unbeknownst to him, Brittany’s gift from her boss had been
the latest Vilecio upgrade. A new an improve microphone implanted under her
right ear picked up his words clearly.
“Tanner. Don’t be a protesting pipsqueak.” She focused her
attention on the man whose skin instantly became pale as the blood drained from
his face. She bent down from her office chair, her face now hovering mere
inches from the group. Her warm breath flowing over them like a dense fog.
Tanner tried to hide his fear as Brittany’s eyes bore into
him.
Her toothy smile returned from between her Matte Mulberry
lipstick.
“Since you’re jealous of Ben’s party in the back, how about
we get you to some business up front?”
Like an unseen hawk, Brittany’s right hand swept around and
plucked Tanner from the group. The girl returned to her upright position.
Leaning back in her chair, she reached down an pulled the spandex waistband of
her yoga pants forward.
Dangling by his arm from Brittany’s fingers, Tanner tried to
plead. “Ms. Dunham! Please.”
Brittany let the precariously dangling man cry and beg for 2
minutes while she remained silent. Finally, Tanner appeared worn out. His
shaking body, still covered in the sill elf suit, hung limply.
“That was might unprofessional of you TyTy.” She used the
name he had admonished her for using on their first day together. “After
careful consideration, I think it would be best for you to reassigned to a new
position for the next week.”
Tanner tried to plead once more, but was silenced as
Brittany’s left hand began peeling off his outfit. “I don’t want your little
outfit to get ruined. We all know how sweaty I get down there after the Amanda
incident.” Brittany chuckled as her mind briefly flashed to the image of the
former Digital Marketing Director covered in her crotch sweat after a 5 mile
run.
Kissing her left fingers, Brittany patted Tanner’s, now
exposed, stomach. “I expect that little mouth of yours to be running in another
way for the next week.”
Tanner screamed as his body went weightless. The gap in
Brittany’s pant’s growing larger until he landed roughly on her pelvic mound.
Freshly shaven stubble scratching his skin. His neck craned upward just in time
to see Brittany give him a wink and pull her thumb free.
Brittany laughed as the waistband slapped delightfully
against her skin. She reached to her right and grabbed a tablet from her desk.
With a few taps she felt the lycra-like material tighten and Tanner’s outline
on her crotch was emphasized.
“Ohhh TyTy.” She teased under her breath as she returned the
tablet to its dock.
The other tinies all jumped with fear as Brittany clapped
once from above. Her eyes once more focusing on them; well, the remaining 8.
“Now who wants to help me get ready for the New Year’s
Party?”
All 9 individuals jumped and screamed with feigned glee for
her to pick them.
Brittany softly tapped her ear. Her microphone singling out
each voice. She let her eyes close briefly as she listened to her trophies
scream her name like adoring fans. Each one fighting for admiration and mercy.
A satisfied warmth flew though her body as her toes curled ever-so-slightly. Tanner
was already getting some work to do.
Brittany opened her eyes and leaned forward. She placed her
feet firmly on the ground. She placed her elbows on her knees and rested her
head in her propped-up hands.
“Aren’t all y’all so precious. Maybe some of you would’ve
stayed normal size. Hailey, I can only imagine how much easier it’d be to
massage my feet after a run then.” Brittany winked at her former sorority
president who had gotten a job a Vilecio shortly after herself.
Hailey, nearly identical to Brittany looks-wise, turned her
face to the ground in shame. Shrunken only a week prior, she knew this was a
reference to how she teased that Brittany would be rubbing her feet after every
workout once she was promoted. Needles to say, things did not work for Hailey
as planned.
Rising up to her full height from the chair. Brittany
blocked the sunlight entering her office from the window behind her.
“Now don’t y’all worry. I’ll have enough tasks for each of
you. I gotta look my best tonight. Rumour has it that Ann, Vilecio’s founder
and CEO, is going to be at this shindig. Allegedly she flew in from Dallas this
morning. Can you imagine her sitting in a regular seat!?”
Brittany swooned slightly as she pictured her 17ft tall CEO.
Tanner getting another task on his plate.
“Hailey and Roger. Y’all gonna be in charge of making my
feet look their best. I just got a new pair of Margaux’s I want to match
perfectly.”
“Tracy, Lyle, Regina, and, of course, Mr. Damian. Y’all on hair duty. I’m going
to need to be smoother than a freshly iced King Cake.”
“Chad and Lauren. I need my mani touched-up.”
“And don’t ya’ll worry. I’ll have Tanner and Ben
appropriately stored before then. So you don’t have to worry about them getting
in the way. Oh. All y’all take off them ridiculous outfits. You idiots look
stupid.”
45 minutes later. Brittany lay naked on her Vilecio care
table, “So the small can live large” was its catchphrase.
Brittany lay facing up, her bareback flat against the plush surface
heated underneath as well. Her eyes closed. She focused on the feeling of
little feet against her skin.
Special slots in the table allowed her legs to dangle below.
Her feet resting on a rest underneath the table as Hailey and Roger toiled.
Each person standing on one of their owner’s peds, Hailey stared and the
expanse of skin before her. Brittany’s veins pushing slightly against the top
of the skin. She wore a backpack specially designed by her former department.
It contained all the tools she would need for this task. The sweat on her
bareback sticking to the backpack made her grimace witch each step as she
struggled to maintain her balance. Before her, Brittany’s toes on her right
foot awaited. Chipped red polish to be replaced by a Tiffany Blue polish.
“Hailey!” Brittany boomed from her relaxed position, “Really
make sure you get every inch of my foot, okay? Especially between my toes. I
think they’re getting a bit dry.”
Hailey sighed and began to speak to herself “Fu-“
“Don’t forget I can hear you crystal clear.” Brittany spoke
sing-songily.
Hailey gulped and quickly sputtered, “Yes my beautiful
lovely amazing ever-so-benevolet superior Miss Dunham.”
Brittany smirked as Hailey used the words scripted for her
by Brittany before she shrank. If the tables had been turned, Brittany would be
talking about how Hailey’s farts smelled like roses. She did chuckle at that.
Her arms bent upward, Brittany’s head rested on her upward
facing palms. Her arm pits exposing three-days worth of unshaven stubble. “Work
from home.” Brittany thought to herself and shrugged.
“Hey Big D.” Brittany spoke to Damian, “Isn’t funny how you
used to pin me after you went to the gym? How your armpits were sweaty and I
screamed and screamed, but you would never let me go?”
“Yes, Bigger B” Damien cringed at the words Brittany made
him use as he slathered her left armpit with nano-cream. It allowed him to
remove her hair without a razor while also acting as a lotion.
“Amazing how things change, but I’ll let you do the usual
and give me a kiss to show there are no hard feelings.”
Damien held back a gag. Leaning forward, he placed his lips
against a patch of skin which had yet to be creamed. His lips made an audible
pucker.
Brittany sighed audibly, “Glad we can agree who the bigger
person is.”
2 hours passed as the tiny people toiled on their ‘boss’.
Tracy, Lyle, Regina, and Damien had finished on Brittany’s
underarms and moved to her crotch and were working their way down her legs.
At one point, as Tracy was on her hand’s and knees rubbing
the nano cream into Brittany’s pubic stubble, she could swear she heard yelling
from Brittany’s Vag.
Back at Brittany’s feet, Hailey and Roger were putting the
final touches. They scanned the polish with a special light which cured and
dried it near instantly. Hailey crawled down into the crevice between
Brittany’s big and second toe. Her backpack left above to help her fit.
Suddenly the air was crushed out of her as the digits gripped her tight.
Brittany smirked in silence as she felt Hailey between her
toes. She moved the digits up and down and side to side, ensuring the smaller
girl was thoroughly rolled in the flesh.
Hailey tried to speak to get Brittany’s attention, “My bea-“
“Miss D-“ “Bri-“ each time, the air was either forced from her or her face was
mashed into Brittany’s skin. After 5 minutes, the torture stopped.
“Oops! Was that you, Hailey? I thought it was bug between my
toes I was trying to squish.”
Hailey, “That’s okay, Miss Dunham.” This was the best retort
she was allowed.
“It absolutely is.” Brittany cringed at the thought of
college. How, as a freshman, Hailey hazed her by having her clean her shoes and
give her a pedicure for homecoming. The punishment certainly fit the crime.
Completing their owner’s fingernails in the same color as
her toes. Chad and Lauren wore the same backpacks as their cohorts below. They
worked to ensure her hands were as equally soft and cared for as her hands.
Finding a rough spot between Brittany’s left pinky and ring
finger, Chad got on his hands and knees to get closer. He worked the nano-cream
in carefully.
Brittany glanced down at Chad and smiled. The only person
here who legitimately worshiped the ground she walked on. She knew he had
purposely sabotaged his career to get into this position. He was 2 years
younger than her and had so much ahead of him, but the mistake he made had
earned her wrath. It wasn’t until after she reviewed his file that she realized
that a few of her successes came from Chad’s losses. Though she would’ve
succeeded regardless, she was intrigued.
It wasn’t until he was, quite literally, in the palm of her
hand that she learned the full truth. Chad had been an underclassman at her
university who fell in love with her, but he was too shy to approach her.
Especially since she started dating Damien around that time. He was amazed at
some the things she would come up with Marketing class, how her smarts and
tenacity propelled her to the top 5 of their graduating class.
She learned that Chad worked hard to get to Vilecio;
eventually becoming the top of his graduating class. He had earned praise from
Ann herself and was featured in magazines as the next Marketing genius.
However, once he was assigned to Brittany’s department, he enacted his plan. He
threw away his feature merely for the opportunity to clean the dirt from her
sneakers.
Brittany sighed and thought to herself how sweet a story it
was, but in the end, men are idiots.
“Chad. That looks great. How about you go see if Hailey
needs help.” Brittany made sure to give Chad the most mundane jobs such as her
hands or cleaning duty around her house. It was her way of maintaining absolute
control. She knew he wanted to be as closed to her as possible. However, she
was feeling benevolent in anticipation of the party and threw him a bone…in
this case a foot.
She couldn’t stop herself from laughing as Chad sprinted
from her hand toward the tiny staircase which led to her feet below.
30 minutes later, the final touches were being applied. Chad
and Hailey both worked under her right sole while Lyle and Roger worked on her
left sole. They used a small power-file to scrub what little calluses had
developed since her last TLC session.
“Look at that! Snow on New Years!” Brittany teased as her
skin flakes rained onto the four people below.
Tracy, Regina, Damien, and Lauren, meanwhile, worked to move
her new heels from her bedroom to the sun-room which also served as the TLC
room.
Through a system of elevators and tunnels, shrinkees could
move through their owners’ homes with relative ease. All the while, Brittany’s
tablet tracked the movement of each of her trophies.
Standing before a mirror, Brittany placed the finishing
touches on her party attire. Her bare feet against the heated tile of her
secondary closet made her purr with happiness. Her toes flexed against the
marble.
She wore a simple blue cocktail dress. Her ears adorn with
diamond snow-flake earrings. Her left wrist wearing a silver snowflake
bracelet. On her right toe a snowflake toe-ring shown. Her theme was “Ice
Queen”
Finally, her heels were rolled before her. All 8 of her
‘employees’ needed to assist in the movement of the shoes which she lifted
effortlessly. A sandal style ivory pair, the contrasted the blue of her dress
and nails while accentuating her snow-themed jewelry.
“Thanks, y’all.”
All 8 of her shrinkees curtsied.
But just a few things missing.
“Damien and Hailey. Positions.”
Hailey’s stomach sank. “Miss D-“ she attempted to protest,
but Brittany lifted her left foot and held it above the tiny girl.
Wiggling her toes above her trophy, Brittany was stern, “We
do this with your cooperation or without it. Either way it’s getting done.”
Without another word, Hailey sulked over to the left heel.
She crawled up and lay so that her she was face upwards.
“Come on, Snailey.” Brittany laughed at her own pun “I
knoooow how much you love parties.”
Brittany smiled. She slid her foot into the heel and secured
the buckle around her ankle. Between her big and second toe, Hailey’s face was
clear. She wanted to make sure everyone at the party, all 100+ could see the
girl.
Damien, meanwhile, was to serve as her +1. She knew this
would earn a laugh from many of the party attendees.
Brittany bursshed herself in the mirror, she turned to the
remaining 6 of her herd of nerds.
“How do I look?”
“Gorgeous” “Amazing” “An Angel Incarnate” “Beautiful”. All
the replies came at once. She softly laughed at Chad’s angle comment.
“Great! We’ll I’ll probably be back in the morning. Don’t
wait up. Y’all cage yourselves. There’s shoe bread for Regina, Tracy, and Lyle.
Chad, Lauren, and Regina. Help yourselves to some cold spaghetti in the
kitchen.
With this, their massive owner trotted giddily toward the
party.
THE PARTY:
The New Orleans office had always been known for its social
gatherings, so it was no surprise when it won the contest to be the host of
this year’s NYE part for Vilecio global.
However, it had been the first time it had won in the 3 years Brittany
had been with Vilecio. She had seen many of these people online, but never in
person. And the chance to see Ann herself was like seeing the pope. She had
inspired so many people and especially women with the power she held and
changes she had introduced to the world.
Brittany mingled with her peers, superiors, and inferiors.
The range of sizes was astounding. Though she was used to towering over a lot
of people at her height, Brittany was practically dwarfed by C-levels and other
higher-ups.
The CFO of the Middle-East Region wore a 10-inch man as a
necklace. Though this would look ridiculous on Brittany. At 9 feet tall, the
CFO wore him beautifully.
Brittany received numerous comments on her outfit and even
ran into one of her old sorority sisters.
“Oh my god! Hannah! How have you been!?” Brittany squealed
as if she were a freshman again.
“Brittany! You look gorgeous!” Hannah replied.
The two had been in the same class, but Brittany couldn’t
help but notice how she towered over Hannah.
“Uh, Hannah. You look different?” Brittany asked
inquisitively.
Hannah suddenly appeared shy. In fact, she was only 3ft
tall. “Well, we uh, had a bad quarter. And, uh, well, Ann stepped in and
thought that our interns could actually run things better…”
Brittany stifled a small laugh, “Your interns?”
“Uh yeah.” Hannah replied and attempted to continue before
being cut off. “Hannie! Where are you, Hannie!?” Suddenly a 5ft 7in brunette,
obviously on her way to drunkenness, emerged from behind Hannah and rested her
elbows on the smaller woman’s head.
“Oh where is my Hannie??”
Brittany, still looking down at her former friend caught the
eyes of the brunette who smirked and then looked down. “Oh! There’s my little
Hannnie!”
“Ishen’t she so precious?” the girl slowed up to Brittany.
Brittany smiled and replied back, “Oh, she’s adorable.” This
caused Hannah to blush worse.
The intern kept it up, “Yeah. She’s so great to keep around
the office. She gets us coffee, cleans up our messes. Honeshtly, though I’m
supposed to be learning from her, she looks up to me in more than one way.”
This did earn a laugh from Brittany. Though she and Hannah
were never close friends, they never were enemies either. However, Brittany
always enjoyed seeing how much she had succeeded over those whom she was to
compete with in the workforce.
“Well, if it makes Hannah feel any better, and if you want
to maybe see what a future in Vilecio holds in store.” Brittany motioned toward
her heels. Her bare toes shining prominently underneath the crystal
chandeliers.
Looking at Hannah and the Intern, Brittany could see their
puzzlement.
“Let me help out a little.” Brittany slightly spread her
toes, revealing Damien and Haily.
“Is that-“ Hannah stammered in excitement “No way. It can’t
be!”
“It most certainly is, El Presidente, Hailey Hallsworth.”
Brittany could see how this cheered Hannah up.
“AND Damien? I thought you two got engaged?” Hannah’s small
lungs struggled to carry her voice up toward Brittany.
“Complicated.” Brittany replied and placed some weight upon
Damien. He winced in pain.
“OMG! That’s great! How long until I get to wear little
Hannie here as a toe ring? My classmates would be soooo jealous.” The intern
ruined the moment for Hannah, but earned another laugh from Brittany.
“Well, with an attitude like yours, you might be taking her
back with you after winter break!” Brittany replied, teasing Hannah.
“Hannie! Wouldn’t that e great! I wouldn’t have to wash any
dishes or do any chores with you around.” The intern began.
“Brit. It’s been great. Good luck.” Hannah quickly scurried
away with her young superior following behind, still screaming.
Taking a sip of her champagne, Brittany looked around the
room. Squeezing her thighs together, she could feel Tanner still kicking. A
small flex of her glutes earned an equal reply from Ben.
“Hailey. How flexible do you think you are? You might look
good wrap around my big toe.” Brittany teased not even looking down to her pet.
Peeking up from between her tormenter’s toes, Hailey
screamed and cried in humiliation. “YOU FU-!”
Brittany clamped her toes together, sealing Hailey from the
outside world.
“If you’re going to be salty, you can suckle my sweat.”
“How about you, Damien?” Brittany asked again.
“I would love to, my beautiful Big B.” Damien replied, his
words dripping with sarcasm.
“Suck up.” Brittany retorted and pressed her second toe on
his face.
Lifting her glass up to her lips, Brittany tilted her head
back and walked over to the Hors d'oeuvres table. Her heels
clacking against the old hardwood of the ballroom in which the party was being
held atop the 57th floor of the Vilecio New Orleans building.
Taking sight of the spread, Brittany
settled on some bacon-wrapped asparagus, smoked salmon bites, and a few mini
eclairs. One good thing about being so high up the chain is that calories
didn’t really matter. She could be as fit or as fat as she desired thanks to
some implants.
“Hey V. What time is it.” Brittany only spoke in her mind
before an internal voice replied, “It is 11:15 PM”.
Only 45 minutes until the new year. Brittany was having a
great time, but was a bit disappointed that Ann had not made an appearance yet.
Brittany shrugged, “She is a busy woman.” With this, she popped the last éclair
into her mouth and sucked her fingers clean.
Walking over to a window seat, Brittany let gravity pull her
body into a plush chair. With another large glass of champagne she propped her
feet up and relaxed. It has been a busy night mingling with her coworkers,
showing off her trophies and admiring others.
As she tuned out the world around her a familiar voice
popped up.
“Uhh, Miss Dunham..”
Snapping herself back to reality, Brittany turned her head.
It was 3ft Hannah.
“Sup, Hannah?” Brittany asked, casually sipping her
Champagne.
“Uh. I was….”
Brittany could see Hannah was biting her lip fiercely. She
wondered if the smaller girl would draw blood.
“You look so relaxed. I was wondering if I could…help you
out with a foot rub?”
Brittany raised an eyebrow, but her curiosity was answered
with laughter. She turned her head and could see Hannah’s Intern howling with
laughter by a nearby table. Brittany smirked and waved the girl over.
“Was this your idea?” Brittany asked in a monotone voice.
This caused the intern some concern, “Well, uh. I mean… I
thought it would be a good way for old friends to bond.”
Brittany held up a finger as she finished off her champagne.
“And you are absolutely right!”
The intern’s nervousness melted away.
“In fact, let’s do a trade. The New Year is about trying
something different.”
Brittany reached over and unstrapped her heels. She removed
them and placed them on the floor beside her chair. Damien and Hailey hung
between her toes. Reaching down with her fingers, she plucked them both with
her right hand and held them in her grip.
“Stick out your hand.” Brittany commanded the intern.
As she placed out her hand, Brittany’s hand hovered over and
opened. Hailey and Damien’s reddened, beaten bodies landed with a small thud.
They were still warm from Brittany’s feet.
“While Hannie here pampers me, you do what you want with
those two. Get a taste for the big time. Hell, you may be in my shoes one day.”
The intern let out a nervous chuckle, unsure of what was
meant by the last part of the sentence.
Brittany snapped her fingers. A 2ft tall waiter scurred
over.
“A champagne for my new friend and I.”
Another glass was soon placed into Brittany’s hand. The
intern meanwhile, juggled what to do with Damien and Hailey and her glass.
Brittany laughed and turned her attention to Hannah.
“Well? Your intern gave you and order and I’m reinforcing
it. They’re not going to rub themselves, Hannie.”
Tears welled in Hannah’s eyes as she placed her,
comparatively, tiny hands on her Sorority Sister’s Soles.
“Really get in there.” Brittany leaned back and closed her
eyes. “Oh. When the clock strikes 12 I really want you to give them some deep
smooches. Give them some tongue.”
With a final laugh from the intern, Brittany extended her
glass to the intern and earned a clink in reply.
“To new friends and new futures!”
Hannah’s fingers pressed into Brittany’s instep as she
melted into the chair.