Brittany twirled her pen absentmindedly. Though her eyes
were focused on her computer’s monitors, her mind was elsewhere. She briefly
glanced down toward her legs. Her right crossed over her left. Her now, purple-painted
toes peeking from a pair of canary-yellow velvet heels. The second-toe on each
foot adorned with a trophy. Roger in his familiar place on the left. And Lyle
on the right foot. She scrunched her toes and smiled as men’s screams were transmitted
to her ears.
“Revenue could not have been better this past quarter…”
Francesca’s voice flowed from the presentation on Brittany’s screen “…However,
we can see here that we still have few competitors in our space that we
need to…squash out.” Brittany laughed at Francesca’s joke.
Brittany placed her feet on the floor and leaned in, curious
as to what Francesca was saying.
“V. Mute Thing 1 and Thing 2.” Roger and Lyle’s screams
instantly cut out, replaced by Francesca’s soothing Texan accent. As she
listened to Francesca speak, Brittany could still feel the muffled screams on
the sensitive skin between her toes. This earned a smile and more flexing of
her digits.
“…Our question to all those on this call is: How can Vilecio
grow, not only, it’s customer base, but make them as captive as possible?”
A thought quickly flashed through Brittany’s mind. “We give
them a sense of accomplishment.”
“What was that?” Francesca asked with curiosity.
“A sense of accomplishment.” Brittany emphasized.
Francesca pressed a few buttons on a tablet until Brittany noticed
her webcam enable and her face filled the screen. The New Orleans city-scape flowing
behind her.
“Well. People now days have so many new shiny things to play
with. Whether it’s a Vilecio Product or a Hartley Industries product. From
Neuro-Chips, to SMOLs, there’s so much stuff they can *buy*, but what if they
could get it for *free*.”
Francesca’s eyebrow raised.
Brittany continued, “Really, the only reason people work is
to make money to buy more crap they don’t need. To fill their hedonistic
desires. What if we give them the opportunity to cut out the middle man and allow
them to work for us for a chance to have those desires met.”
Brittany knew how preposterous this all sounded, less than
1% of 1% of Vilecio employees made it to anywhere near her level. Most were at
the whims of herself and others like her.
“Look. When most Americans turn 18, they have a few choices:
College, the trades, try to be entrepreneur, or join the military and go kill
people in a country you never heard of. We can be that fifth option. Instead of
a product, we’re selling a completely new life: At 18, they can sign a 40 year
contract with us. Their bodies and minds are ours to do with as we please, but
in return they get the chance to be one of us.”
Francesca stopped Brittany, “And how do we tell them that
only a small percentage of them, maybe .000001% will ever be seen as human
again?”
“All about Framing.” Brittany replied.
“Well it is daring, but I do like it. Why server the
customers when the customers can serve you? People quite literally throwing
themselves at our feet. I’ll bring this up to Ann and let you know what she
says.” With this, Francesca abruptly ended the meeting.
Brittany leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over
her breasts. She kicked her feet on her desk and spoke to her living toe rings,
“You runts hear that? May be an entire new world ahead of us.”
Suddenly, Brittany’s ear chirped. “Answer.” She spoke aloud.
A young feminine voice filled her ears, “Hi, uh, Miss Dunham.”
Brittany knew who it was instantly and struggled to contain her excitement.
“Jennifer! My dear, how have you been.”
On the other end of the line, the younger girl blushed at
the thought of Brittany remembering her.
“Very good, Miss Dunham. I was in town for this weekend and
was wondering if you’d like to meet up for lunch?” Jenn replied.
Brittany’s answer was quick, “Abso-fucking-lutely!” Coming
to the building in 45 minutes and we’ll go out somewhere.
45 minutes later, Brittany stood on Canal street. Towering
over most the people around, she saw Jenn’s, comparatively small body bounding
through the crowd. Brittany shook her head, not remembering how used to tolerate
being so ‘short’ at 5ft 6in.
Jenn and Brittany both released high pitch squeals and embraced.
Brittany stooping down to embrace the smaller girl.
“How have you been?” Brittany asked eagerly.
“Oh my god, Miss Dunham. Things have been so great since New
Years. In fact that’s why I wanted to meet with you for lunch. As you remember,
I graduate next year and I wanted to get ideas about my future.”
“Ohhhh.” Brittany replied sincerely, “I’m honored. I know
just the place.”
Before setting on their way, though, Jennifer looked
Brittany up and down. Her eyes settled on Brittany’s feet. Her eyes focused on
Lyle and Roger wrapped around Brittany’s toes.
“Like them?” Brittany asked, startling Jenn.
“Are those..?” The younger woman began before being cut-off.
“You bet your ass. Hell, you could have older guys with
their heads between your toes if you come here!” Brittany yelled, earning some
shocked looks from passerby.
Jenn laughed and then sheepishly removed the flats she was
wearing. Brittany laughed aloud as she looked down to two young men lying on
their backs. Their bodies beaten and covered in sweat.
Jenn stood triumphantly as Brittany admired her trophies.
“And who are these two hunks?” Brittany raised an eyebrow.
“Vilecio’s Intern Program was super competitive, they
treated it just like real work! We even got to keep any other interns who didn’t
make the cut! The one in my left shoe is my Step-Brother, he thought he was so
cool being on the Lacrosse team and on scholarship and then getting the Vilecio
internship. The one on the right is..I think Nate? I just call him Flat.”
Brittany stood up to her full height and reached down,
patting Jenn on the head. “You know what, let’s walk. It’s only a mile. And
this April humidity ain’t that bad. But first, let me slip into
something more comfortable.”
Jenn watched as Brittany undid her heels and stepped onto
the sidewalk barefoot.
Carrying her oversized purse, Brittany reached down and
picked-up her heels and placed them gingerly into it. She then brought out a
pair of flip-flips and slapped them onto the concrete, her titanic peds slid
into them with ease.
“Always come prepared!” she emphasized to Jenn.
Lyle struggled to breath as the humid air smothered him
along with Brittany’s own sweat and skin. He listened as the to massive women
talked above. His body getting a brief respite from the cool concrete. In this small
moment of peace, he thought back to how he used to be the big guy. How he’d
also go down to his favorite Po-Boy shop for lunch. A pained sigh left his
mouth only to be muffled by Brittany’s flesh. His mind was soon brought back to
reality as Brittany’s feet slid into the flip-flops. He screamed in pain as the
Flip-flops thong rubbed against his body.
Brittany looked down as Jenn slid her bare feet back into
her flats. The giantess waved as the tiny boys were once more placed under her protégé’s
soles.
“Oh my god, their so adorbs. College boys, right?” Brittany
spoke to Jenn.
Jenn giggled, “College boys. And you should see them around
my roommates. How embarrassed they are when we bring other guys home.”
“How humiliating.” Brittany replied with feign concern.
As they walked down Magazine Street, Brittany and Jenn took
in the sights and sounds and smells of the city. Their body’s glistening with
sweat as the midday Sun along with the humid air enacted their effects.
With her flip-flops slapping rhythmically against her soles,
Brittany could feel the dirty of the street accumulating. Something to be
addressed later.
Roger, an absolutely broken man at this point, babbled
synonyms as his body was covered by Brittany’s sweat and the city’s grime. “Roses….Chocolate….Baby’s
breath…”
Brittany had Roger’s feed playing on low nearly constantly.
It often surprised her some of the things he’d come up with.
The two women walked past a window displaying some of
Vilecio’s newest products. The Neuro Chip 3.0 was on display along with a SMOL
enlistment form. While they walked, Jenn regaled Brittany with the story of her
final days of the internship.
“…and before I left, Hannie got reassigned to the Beijing
office. We had a going away party for her, all the interns got their licks. And
then on the final week, they announced demotions. I was so scared, Miss Dunham.”
“As you should be” Brittany replied matter-of-factly.
“Fred was so sure I was going to be demoted. He bought a
case to bring me home to mom and dad in. You wouldn’t believe his face when
they announced his name!” Jenn spoke joyously and placed pressure on her left
foot. “In fact, he planned on giving me to his Intern Crush, Bethany, but joke’s
on him. She hasn’t seen him since demotion and we’re having an Intern reunion
this weekend, hence why I’m in town.”
“Oh that’ll be so fun!” Brittany thought about the
humiliation that would be inflicted.
As they neared their destination, sweat had began to pool in
areas. Ben screamed in pain as Brittany’s ass-cheeks acted as funnels guiding rivulets
of sweat into his mouth. The warm, moist, darkness was reminiscent of a
Biblical Hell.
Once they reached their destination, Brittany turned to Jenn
and asked, “Outside or Inside?”
“Absolutely Outside.” Jenn chimed happily.
Though they were placed underneath the shade of the sidewalk’s
overhang, Brittany made sure to stretch her legs into the sunlight.
“This place is sooo cute.” Jenn leaned over the table to
Brittany
“Isn’t it?” Brittany replied, “Lyle actually took me here
during my first months with Vilecio. I thought he’d enjoy to catch a whiff of
it.”
Listening to his captor, Lyle grew angry and attempted to
break free. He screamed as he pulled at his cuffs, his body threating to tear
itself in half.
Feeling Lyle loosening on her toe, Brittany took a sip of
sweet tea and non-chalantly tapped her ear and told Jenn “watch this” while looking
at Lyle
Lyle suddenly felt extremely hungry for salt. He ceased his resistance
and pressed his face deep into the webbing of Brittany’s Big and Second toe. He
licked and suckled her sweat and the accumulated dirt like it was like the
finest steak he had ever tasted.
“What the hell was that?” Jenn watched as the living toe-ring
writhed with pleasure.
“Oh something new that was passed down. I can control anyone
of trophy’s Neuro-chips to feel what I want them to feel.” Brittany took
another sip of Sweet Tea and stretched her legs in satisfaction
“I definitely need that. Fred absolutely hates licking my arm
pits after track practice.” Jenn replied with a saddened look on her face.
“Awww. Here. Give him to me.” Brittany extended her gigantic
hand across the table.
“What?” Jenn asked confused.
“Reach in little flat and give me little man.” Brittany
replied with a fake Russian accent
Jenn laughed and removed her flat. Fred’s 6-inch body hung
between her fingers dejectedly as she reached across the table and dropped him
into Brittany’s hand.
A ping announced that V had picked-up Fred’s Vilecio ID. “V,
assign task ‘joy’ to this V-ID.”
V’s voice answered back in Brittany’s ear “Joy assigned.”
“Wonderful!” Brittany exclaimed, earning some stares from
nearby tables.
“Here you go. It’s like programming a remote. First, say ‘associate
joy’, then direct Fred to what will give him joy, then his Neuro chip will take
care of the rest.”
Jenn took Fred back as Brittany watched intently. Brittany’s
fist wrapped snuggly around he step-brother, she lifted her left arm.
“V. Associate Joy.”
At first, Fred resisted, but Brittany and Jenn both watched
in awe as the Neuro chip did its job. Fred’s face buried into his step sister’s
armpit, his tongues, teeth, and lips worked in unison on the sweaty stubble.
“That’s such a good boy.” Jenn purred. “I can’t wait to show
Beth what you’ve become.”
“Thank you, Jigantic Jenn.” Fred replied with the name Jenn
had been forcing him to use for her.
Brittany and Jenn both laughed so hard from this they nearly
spilled their drinks.
After a nearly 2 hour long lunch, the two said their goodbyes.
Jenn couldn’t wait to show off Fred at the Intern reunion while Brittany
stomped along back to her office.
As she entered her office, Brittany kicked her flip-flops
across the room and savored the cool marble on her soles. Tapping her ears, she
listened in on Lyle who was still slurping away and then to Roger who was still
running down words “Puppy Kisses…Fresh Linen…”
“Guys. Gals. I got lunch for you.” She walked over to her
Trophy Case and lifted her left leg. The dirt-covered sole was presented to her
audience who all groaned. “Oh y’all hush. It was this or shoe bread again. And,
to be honest, I forgot shoe bread.”
She picked up the case and dumped its contents on her desk.
She then moved behind her desk and fell into her plush chair
at her desk she removed Lyle and Roger from her sweaty digits, but left them in
there circular state.
Hailey walked past Roger’s mumbling form and saw that his entire
body was covered in dirt from the ground. She shook her head in, both, disgust,
and sympathy.
Approaching their owner’s 22 inch soles, the menagerie
slowly approached her skin.
“Oh my pets, life is certainly good. I get to relax, y’all
get a hot meal. What could be better?”
Lauren could feel the heat emanating from her titanic boss’
foot. She looked around with tears in eyes, hoping for some way out of the
disgusting task, but it was no use. She and her comrades began by licking
Brittany’s heels.
As skin was cleaned, Brittany moved her feet down so that
her trophy’s could continue working. Until they were at her toes.
Brittany looked out the window as her shrinkees worked to
clean her skin. The peacefulness was abruptly interrupted, however, as her
computer screen lit up with Francesca’s face.
“Miss Hartsworth!” Brittany sat-up and pulled her feet from
her desk, this sent her trophies across the desk.
“I’m not interrupting am I?” Francesca asked.
“No ma’am!” Brittany crossed her ankles anxiously under the
desk.
“Good. I have great news. Ann loved your proposal! We will
be enacting the ‘Better Vilecio, Better You’ program this summer. We’re
expecting 100,000 signees the first month. In fact, it will be subscription
based. So they will be paying us to be SMOL and then if they stop paying, they
don’t get UnSMOL’d!”
Brittany clapped.
“Have a great rest of your day, Britt.” Francesca’s signed
off quickly.
Brittany knew this meant another promotion soon. She jumped
from her chair and screamed, “V! Play Belinda Carlise!”
Brittany danced with the city of New Orleans behind and below
her as the music blared in her office ‘…OOOH HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH…”