Brittany stepped from the large titanium tube into the cold
air. As the growth-shrink process expended an intense amount of energy, a lot
of heat was created. The even larger woman grabbed a towel from a nearby
attended and wiped herself down. As she pulled the towel from her face, she saw
her reflection in a nearby mirror and smirked.
“I finally did it.” She nearly squealed
“And that concludes your most recent promotion, Miss
Dunham.” A nearby attendant spoke. “7 feet exactly.”
Less than a month into the New Year, Brittany had received
her next promotion. Allegedly approval came directly from up top. It filled
Brittany with butterflies to think that Ann might be noticing all her success.
Congratulations on your success, Vice President of
Marketing. A voice came from behind Brittany’s towel covered body.
She turned to meet the deep brown eyes of her boss’ boss.
The Chief of North America’s Operations, Francesca Hartsworth.
Brittany stammered as she took in the sight of the 9foot
tall woman. “Uh, T-thank you ma’am.” She wasn’t used to feeling so small.
As Francesca approached, Brittany couldn’t help but soak in
the sight. 9 feet, deeply tanned skin, inky-black hair, and a chiseled body.
Brittany watched as Francesca’s calves flexed with each step. Her massive encased
in black stilettos. Brittany glanced at the larger woman’s bare toes and
noticed no less than 6 shrinkees. All men. Some under her soles and others
wrapped completely around her toes. Their faces pained. Brittany bit her bottom
lip in pleasure.
“Like them?” Francesca pulled Brittany’s attention back
skyward.
“Oh, um.” Brittany struggled to compose herself. “You really
wear them well.”
Francesca smirked, “Thank you. It’s part of our new sexual
harassment training. I’m dubbing it the ‘tread softly’ campaign.”
Brittany’s southern laugh exited her lips, earning one from
Francesca in return.
“I guess you’re wondering what brings me down here?” The
larger woman asked.
“Uh, no, well yes, but um. You can do anything you want.”
Brittany fought for words, but it was a losing battle as her brain had turned
to jelly in the presence of the goddess-like appearance of her superior.
“Oh, hun!” Francesca placed a large hand on Brittany’s left
shoulder, “Relax! I always make an appearance when one of my reports makes it
to level 8. And especially in such a short time!”
Brittany couldn’t help but notice Francesca’s Texan drawl.
“How’s Ben doing?” Francesca quickly changed the subject. “I
heard he could’ve benefited from ‘tread softly’. Hell, I remember when I hired
him on. I guess that was a mistake, huh?”
“Oh, no ma’am. He was a challenge at first, but let’s just
say all that is behind me now.” Brittany revealed a cheesy grin.
Francesca though for a second and then let out another
bellowing laugh, “Girl! I always knew he was a pain in the ass, but I guess
you’ve made it work, huh!?”
Brittany nodded enthusiastically. And, as if on cue, Ben
made his presence felt.
With this, the women exchanged a few more pleasantries and
went their different ways. Brittany was on Cloud 9 through the rest of the day.
Brittany returned to her office on the 47th for
of the Vilecio New Orleans building. She stepped through the 20 foot doorway
into her corner office. Her windows overlooked the Mississippi river to the
east. Her hometown of Picayune, Mississippi somewhere in the distance. She
wondered what her family and friends back home would think of her now. Lil Britt
growing into Miss Dunham, Vice President of Marketing for Vilecio North
America.
She took a seat behind her gigantic desk. Made of black
granite with ruby inlay, she loved how it caught Sunlight. The black granite
capturing the light and not letting it go like she did her trophies. Speaking
of, she turned her head to the case she kept on the eastern window. 9 of her
trophies within, Tanner having fulfilled his time as her vaginal captive. She
noticed some movement and rose from her plush leather chair to investigate.
Brittany’s familiar laugh filled the room as she loomed over
the glass case.
Poor 3-inch Damien was being bullied by 6-inch Tracy and
5-inch Hailey. The other boys all were placed at 4-inches while Regina and
Lauren were the tallest at 7-inches. Needless to say, the boys were outmatched
in any struggle; Brittany had already decided the hierarchy.
As Tracy smacked Damien around, Brittany’s shadow paused the
action. All the shrinkees looked up toward their owner.
Brittany laughed as Tracy gave Damien one last punch to the
gut before turned to face her.
“Good afternoon, my little toys. I see you’re all probably
ready for lunch?”
They all nodded eagerly.
“First. You notice anything different?”
At their miniature size, it was difficult to distinguish the
differences of anybody above 6feet, but Chad quickly piped up.
“You got a promotion!” His genuine excitement for Brittany
made her blush slightly.
“That’s right! You’re a very observant boy!” Brittany leaned
down and kissed the glass.
This earned an audible grown from all of Brittany’s other
captives as Chad’s penis grew in excitement.
“Oh, we can’t go having that.” With a quick tap of her ear,
a shock ran through Chad and his dick wilted. This earned snickering from Chad’s
female cohorts and a cringe of sympathy from his male cohorts.
“Y’all are looking at the new and improved Brittany Dunham.
7 feet of Power, Prettiness, and…most of all, Pettiness.” Brittany smirked at
those in the cage, hands on her hips, feet wide apart. A power stance if there
ever was one. “I think this calls for a celebration party.” With this Brittany
pressed another spot on her ear and the airtight lid of her trophies’ cage
opened. Without another word, both of Brittany’s hand reached in and scooped
all 9 people without a problem.
Brittany gripped her fingers around the individuals in each
hand. Their squirming bodies nothing more than masses of flesh which she could
squish like grapes. The thought ran through her mind briefly as she admired her
black fingernails curled like talons. She stared briefly out the window, her
own reflection staring back. A new outfit provided by Vilecio. She went with a
casual look for today. A pair of blue jeans and black low-cut blouse accentuated
her new muscles and curves.
“Let’s get y’all somewhere comfy.” Brittany spoke to her
hands. She didn’t care if her shrinkees could hear her.
“Get your ass out my face!” Damien screamed from within his
Ex’s grasp. He didn’t know who’s it was in the tangle of bodies, but he didn’t
appreciate it. Regina stifled a giggle as she could feel Damien’s mouth on her
left check. Brittany’s close grip quickly ended any happiness she felt,
however, as the air was squeezed from all those within the giant grasp.
The sound of her heels clacking against her office’s marbled
floor filled the room. Brittany’s giant form strolled casually to her favorite
spot – a leather chaise pressed against the window with a perfect view of the
French Quarter. Brittany threw herself on the plush surface, her body landed
with a soft bounce. She lay back into the back rest and swung her legs up on
the chair.
“Really glad I sprung for the extra-large” At 10 feet long,
the chaise lounge would only last a few more promotions. Brittany leaned
forward, nearly touching her toes, and opened both hands simultaneously. All 9
trophies fell onto the surface with a nearly inaudible plop.
Roger screamed as he fell from Brittany’s hand. The rough landing,
he expected, however, was not what he go. He felt a soft surface beneath him.
“Get off me, runt.” Lauren barked angrily as Roger’s arm lay across her
breasts. “Oh, sorry Lauren.” Roger
blushed sheepishly as he realized Lauren’s larger body had cushioned his fall.
As Lauren, Roger, and their cohorts rose to their full, miniscule, heights. They
all couldn’t help but take in the full breadth of Brittany’s body.
Brittany watched as her little slaves stared in awe. They
all clumped together by her left ankle. “Beautiful, ain’t I?” she teased.
As he stood in Lauren’s shadow, Roger couldn’t believe how
insignificant he felt. Lauren already towered over him and she was only a
half-foot high. Brittany may as well have been an entire skyscraper. His eyes
tried to take in each inch before him, but it was overwhelming. “Harvard never
prepared me for this.” He muttered.
Hearing Roger’s small joke, Brittany chuckled. “Y’all
really should’ve been learning callous care 101!” Brittany joked back,
reminding Roger that she was practically omniscient as far as they were
concerned.
“Now how about y’all remove them heels and do what big ole
Britt wants y’all to do.” Brittany loved hamming up her Southern accent
whenever Roger brought up Harvard. She loved lording the fact that he ‘lost’ to
a ‘hick’ as he put it.
Turning their heads, the group stared up at the blood-red
chunky heels adoring Brittany’s, now, size 21 feet. At about 22 inches long,
they stood more than 3 times taller than the groups tallest members.
Brittany tapped her shoes together “There’s no place like
home. There’s no place like home.” She began “Oh wait. That won’t work. This is
my fairy tale that y’all live in it. So, if you don’t want to end up like the
wicked witch, get to moving.”
Brittany stretched out a little as she lifted her arms and
rested them on either side of her on top of the chaise.
Roger’s staring was stopped as he was pushed forward. He
turned to see Lauren with her leg lifted; her foot having pushed him forward.
“All you twerps can get to work on this.” Lauren ordered, earning agreement
from the other girls.
Brittany smiled as she watched the smaller women take
charge. The 4 girls quickly getting the boys to do the work.
“Great management, girls.” Brittany teased. She didn’t care
how the work got done. And besides, this was more humiliating for the guys,
which was her only concern in the end.
Stepping up to the first heel, the 5 guys worked in tandem
to unbuckle the primary strap. Brittany watched in admiration at the teamwork.
Within 5 minutes, the left heel had been unbuckled from
Brittany’s ankle.
“Lemme give y’all a little help.” Brittany wiggled her foot
enough so that her toes slid from the footwear the heel fell to the side.
“Timber!” Tanner yelled half-joking, half-serious, as
Brittany’s shoe tumbled toward the scattering group.
Brittany sighed with pleasure as her left foot was no free.
Her sole enjoying the cool air. “Y’all would not believe how intense the
growing process is. Well, Lyle, you may remember. I bet you can guess how
sweaty I got.”
Sure enough, in the wind cast by the falling shoe, the group
caught a whiff of what had been developing between Brittany’s massive sole and the
leather insole of the shoe.
Hailey struggled not to gag at the smell of the younger
woman’s feet, but it was no use. Her retching was soon heard by Brittany.
“Aw. Hails don’t be so dramatic. It ain’t that bad.”
Brittany teased as Hailey continued to gag. “Let me help you out.”
The group watched in horror and awe as Brittany leaned
forward and plucked Hailey skyward. It was so effortless.
At her larger size, Brittany had to be more careful not to
lose grip of her tiny pets, but she carefully maneuvered Hailey so that the
smaller girl was held between her left thumb and forefinger.
Hailey’s vision was blurred by tears and, thus, she was
blind to where Brittany was taken her. The rest of the group watched with
disgust as Brittany spread her toes and began dragging the smaller woman
between each one.
“There we go! This smell ain’t nothing a little flossing
can’t help with.” Brittany laughed as she felt Hailey’s tiny body work into
each crevice and groove between her toes. The day’s accumulated sweat rubbing
onto the tiny girl.
“Oh god.” Lauren spoke aloud, feeling sorry for Hailey.
“That’s oh Goddess!” Brittany replied maniacally.
Finally, after minutes of being rubbed all over Brittany’s
foot, Hailey was tossed back to the surface. She curled into a ball, sobbing,
and broken. Her hair a matted mess.
Brittany leaned back, “That was pleasant. Y’all get that
next shoe done and I’ll decide who gets the pleasure of doing that one.”
The group remained still.
“NOW!” Brittany yelled and kicked the chair so that the
group bounced.
As if beckoned by Athena herself, the 8 remaining members
scurried to Brittany’s right side and, once again at the girls’ direction,
removed Brittany’s other heel.
“Dang. That feels nice.” Brittany expressed now that both
feet were free. She loudly popped her toes.
“Now which one of y’all want to be my toe floss this time?”
Brittany asked.
“Chad?” She teased, but only delivered another shock to the
boy.
“How about you toe jam?” She asked Damien.
Damien looked around at the rest of the group who stepped
back. “I-it would be an honor.” He tried to appease his giant Ex.
“Good answer.” She replied. “Actually. I know just the man
for the job.” This caused the girls all to breath a sigh of a relief.
“Mr. Ivy League.”
Roger’s stomach fell.
“I got an interesting task for you. Since you know all the
fancy words, I want you to help me out. As they say, ‘a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet’. And I think my feet would smell sweet regardless.”
Roger stood motionless as Brittany’s monologue continued.
“I want your nose deep in there and I want to hear you
sniffing. Then I want you to think of nice synonyms to use to describe them.
That sound good?”
Defeated, Roger could only reply in an affirmative, “Of
course, Britt.”
Without another word, Brittany repeated the act with Roger
as she did Hailey. His inhales playing like music in her ears.
“Peaches!” He screamed, a globule of sweat entering his
mouth.
“Christmas!” He yelled again.
“Delicious Barbeque!” He shouted as his mouth was used to
scrape the underside of Brittany’s nails.
“Mint!” When his face was squished by her pinky toe.
Once more, after another 5 minutes, Brittany was finished. But
instead of dropping Roger like she did Hailey, she brought him toward her face.
“Well, that was just the nicest things anybody has ever said about my feet.”
Her hot breath smelling like her lunch of Oysters blew upon him. “In fact, I
think you earned a reward.”
The group didn’t know what to expect.
“Miss Francesca gave me a new toy to play with in honor of
my promotion.” With this, Brittany pulled a small case from her jeans. It
looked similar to the kind used for earbuds, only when she popped it open there
were twelve small silver cuffs. Carefully pulling a set from the case, she
applied them to Roger’s wrist and ankles.
“Watch this y’all.” Brittany spoke to her trophies before
tapping her ear. Roger began to scream in pain as his body pulled forward until
his wrists and ankles met. He formed a circular shape so that his face and
chest acted as the inside of the circle.
Brittany lifted Roger into the air and twirled him in her
finger. She admired how solid he felt and how perfectly round he became. She
had muted Roger’s screams seconds prior. She reached down to her left foot and maneuvered
Roger around her second toe.
“Let’s see how well you fit, little guy.”
She slowly slid him down onto the digit. Her fingers slowly
twisting and turning his deformed body onto
her toe. Roger’s screams became muffled against her skin. Finally, she
leaned back and wiggled her toes. The Sun struck Roger’s cuffs perfectly.
“How’s he look, y’all?”
All her trophies looked in horror at Brittany’s new living
body ornament.
“What? Y’all worried? Don’t be. I’m going for a run later
and he’ll have enough sweat to keep him hydrated for days.”
Brittany stared at Roger in awe. The power she felt as the
squirming man was wrapped around her toe and powerless to do anything about it.
She thought about all the other possibilities in store for herself this year.
“Ya’ll think Damien would be big enough to go around my
pinky toe?” She quipped.