"RESULT: POSITIVE"

Beth felt empty as she gazed at the text on her screen.

Here she had been, for the better part of an hour, lost in the fact that she had been so unlucky. Yes, she somehow managed to be apart of the three percent of the population with the potential to succumb to the mysterious Shrinking illness sweeping the world. She was states away from the rest of her family, and had only her college roommate to rely on, which meant it was only a matter of time before it happened.

She closed the tab on her computer, and typed in another URL. It was a very clean and modern website, and scrolling through the video footage and slogans that lined the home page, she clicked on a page entitled "How It Happens".

"Here at Parvus, we strive, above all, to make our little people feel special in their time of transition. Since the enactment of Judee's Law, Parvus associates have had the freedom to do everything possible in finding shrunken people a new, happy home."

Beth rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe how deluded these people were - as if anyone didn't already know what really happens to tinies the second they're found.

"The first step in our process is matching each of our shrunken people with a Parvus Wellness Manager. They are then trained extensively in day-to-day household chores, appropriate behavior, and certain pleasure tactics."

Beth scrolled down, skipping all of the nonsense until she came to the final paragraphs.

"Once a little person has been purchased, and they are determined to be healthy and ready for service, they are sent to an Amazon fulfillment center. From there, they are packaged and sent to your doorstep - free of cost - within just a couple of days!"

She closed the tab and started hyperventilating. She found it hard to process that this was actually happening, that this was actually real life - people were being sold as consumer products, and she was due to be bought any day now. 

Beth suddenly regained her composure as the door swung open, revealing her roommate, Mary.

"Oh, hey, Mare, what's up?" Beth said, trying to be as casual as possible.

Mary let out a loud, unladylike burp - Beth could immediately tell she had been drinking. "Nothin' much," she responded, collapsing onto her bed. 

"Oh, shit, I just remembered," Mary started. "Sam got one of those tiny things, the uh - shrunken people, or whatever."

Beth's heart started racing. More and more of her friends and acquaintances were buying into the new trend, but she hoped that at the very least she would be able to trust her roommate. 

"Yeah, it was pretty funny," Mary continued. "We kicked the little guy around for a while, and then, I shit you not, Sam almost fucking swallowed him," Mary laughed her ass off, her roommate chuckling along, nervously.

"She like, put him in her mouth to like, show him his place or whatever, she's weird... Anyway, we were all laughing so hard, she choked on him for a few seconds, and had to spit him back up. He was shaking!"

As Beth listened to her fellow student drone on and on about the terrifying encounter, she checked her bank account to see if she could afford a flight home tonight.

Nope.

Anthony opened his eyes, the sound of a finger snapping jolting him awake.

"Hey," a calm, but authoritative voice sounded off. "Wakey wakey, little boy."

It seemed that all he could see around him was pure grey, before he looked to his left and saw a giant woman's eyes peering through steel bars.

He was in a cage.

"W-what's going on? What are you planning to do me? I don't... I was just on the street a second ago!" Anthony sounded off, as he backed away as far as possible from the woman's face.

"Your confusion is understandable, and I want to let you know that you're safe. You're in a Parvus center, and I'm Margaret, your Parvus Wellness Manager."

"Oh, Jesus... Oh no..." He curled up in a ball in the corner and started silently weeping.

"Anthony, I know this situation seems frustrating," Margaret started, "I hear you, and I see you. My job is to get you out of here as soon as possible so that we can find you a new home. Will you let me do that, Anthony?"

"I... I was doing fine, I was alright, why did you-"

"I'm not so sure about that, Anthony. The streets are dangerous. What if a wild animal found you, or if you had starved? I'm here to make sure that can't happen, little guy," she stepped back from the cage, giving Anthony a better view of her face. Her long, brown hair managed to shine even in the dull light of the facility, and she looked like she was in her early 30s. A loud, industrial noise sounded off as she unlocked the cage, reaching her hand in.

"Let's get started, Anthony. Climb in my hand."

Anthony, after wiping his tears on his arm, got up to follow her order, before he realized he was naked. He let out a small yelp as he did his best to cover his genitals. He couldn't remember the last proper interaction he had had with a woman.

Margaret laughed in a kind of friendly way. "It's okay, Anthony. I've seen my fair share of nudity working here, you've got nothing to be worried about."

Anthony was hesitant, but he worked up the courage to uncover himself, and to get into the giant hand in front of him. As the digits wrapped around him, he couldn't help but wonder if he had just signed away his freedom. He had heard too many stories about what the Giants did with people his size, but this Margaret lady was the first one he had interacted with that didn't try to spit or step on him. She didn't have any look of disgust in her eyes when she looked at him. He had to trust her.

As he was lifted out into the world of the facility, he got a look at his cage from the outside. He quickly noticed that he had just been in one of a whole wall of cages just like his, most of them full with unconscious occupants.

He took a look at Margaret as she held him in her hand, taking note of how her curves were on full display in her business casual clothing. She gently set him in her breast pocket, right above a nametag that read "Margaret Olsen". Her boobs jumped up and down below him as she walked, and Anthony held on for dear life.

"So, this will be Day One of your Parvus Orientation," Margaret spoke down to him as she set him down on a table in another room. This one felt more like an office, with a coffee machine and computer at the ready, tacky corporate art lining the walls. "It's my job to comfortably transition you into a new home within 30 days. I know that seems like a short amount of time, but we have a lot of work to do. First, before we can match you with a customer, we-"

"I can't believe this... I'm going to be sold..." Anthony spoke.

"Disbelief is a common reaction among our population," Margaret responded quickly. "The Orientation process was set up in the first place to ensure you won't feel lost or misguided when you are placed in your new home. Trust me, I will help you figure all of this out, okay?" 

Anthony felt angry inside, but at the same time, he couldn't help but want to trust this beautiful woman. 

"Can... Can you at least tell me what day it is, first? Before we get into all of the training?" Anthony asked.

"We prefer the term "Orientation", and it is..." Margaret looked down at her watch. "Monday, January 9th, 2023". 

"Jesus," the tiny man couldn't believe it. He must have been out on the street, scavenging and running, for an entire year. He was somewhat emaciated from the experience, but he sure as hell knew it was better than being somebody's pet. 

He looked up at Margaret, the look in her eyes signifying genuine compassion. 

Maybe it was time to accept his new place in society. He didn't know if his dignity was worth trading for a roof over his head, but at the same time, he knew well that had Parvus not nabbed him, his life on the outside wouldn't have lasted much longer.

"Do you need a moment?" Margaret asked him kindly.

"No, no, I'm fine. Let's get started, Margaret," Anthony said, holding his head up high.

"Oookay, so..." Margaret pulled out a clipboard and started writing on it. "Parvus surveyed its customers to find out what exactly they most enjoy doing with their shrunken people, and we're going to spend some time going over these basic exercises to make sure you know them well by the time we match you up."

Anthony heard the woman's shoes drop below him. She propped her feet up on the table in front of him, giving him a perfect glimpse of her gargantuan soles. 

"Let's start with the foot massage," Margaret began. "This is going to be a little different than it might have been at your original size," she continued, flexing her soles.

As she instructed him to pound his fists against her soles and push himself as hard as possible into them, he found himself tiring quickly. 

"That's it..." Margaret seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself. "Now push a little bit harder."

After just a few minutes of this, Anthony fell to his knees, gasping for air.

"Hmm... Six minutes and twenty seconds," she stopped a timer on her phone. "This is something we'll have to work on. Do you think you can get to ten minutes tomorrow?"

And so it went - Anthony spent the next two weeks waking up every morning to massage this beautiful woman's soles, building his time up every day until he was able to do it for half an hour while barely breaking a sweat. He also started to train in lifting small articles of clothing, and in collaborating with other tinies in washing dishes and cleaning different surfaces. 

--

"Okay, that's enough, Anthony."

The doll-sized man subsided, backing away from Margaret's feet and sitting down as he awaited his reward: a small piece of her sandwich, and a bottle cap's worth of water.

"What do you say when you're rewarded, little boy?" Margaret asked, rhetorically. 

"Thank you, mistress," he responded warmly. Once he finished his food, she locked the door to her office. 

"I have to be honest with you, Anthony," Margaret said. "This is by far my favorite part. This exercise tends to appeal to our female customer base."

Anthony gasped as she unbuttoned her dress pants, letting them fall to the floor. Her titanic thighs and wide hips were on display, the curvature of her shapely bottom showing even from the front. 

"Uhm, I-" Anthony was speechless.

"I see that little thing of yours getting hard, don't deny it..." Margaret spoke sensually, wrapping him up in her hand as she brought him close. Setting him between her thighs, she parted her panties to reveal her wet pussy.

"This one's actually pretty easy, as long as you don't mind getting wet~" she opened her pussy lips, inviting him to crawl inside. As Anthony became wrapped up in the lips, he found himself slipping into it further, before her fingers guided his body, rubbing him all over her vagina, her heartbeat increasing in volume and intensity above.

He had to be careful to hold his breath and avoid drowning whenever he was pushed deep inside of her, but otherwise, he was in heaven. He had spent the last two weeks falling in love with this Giantess, learning to love to serve her, and he was thankful for the opportunity to pleasure her inbetween her thick thighs. Margaret began to moan softly above, and before he knew it, Anthony had helped her to orgasm several times.

--

"Well, little guy, it looks like this is it," Margaret said, the slightest hint of regret evident in her voice. "You did a fantastic job in your Orientation, and now you've been matched with a household." 

"M-Margaret?" Anthony nervously spoke from inside of his cage.

"Yes?"

"Is there any way you could, um... Maybe take me yourself?"

"Aww.." Margaret looked down to the floor. "You're not the first little tiny to ask me that, you know. Good luck to you, Anthony." She blew him a kiss before walking away.

Rebecca screamed as a sudden throw slammed her into the corner of the tight box that had her trapped completely. She had never thought about what it would be like to be the package waiting at someone's doorstep, but alas, here she was. Cold air began to seep in, making her naked body shiver as she waited for someone to take her inside. She desperately tried to break her limbs out of her restraints as she had many times during the trip, but failed.

The whole process had been so dehumanizing. She had resisted every step of the so called "Orientation", which only made her captress punish her senselessly - she had been slapped, flicked, dunked headfirst in ice-cold water, and threatened with "termination" more times than she could count. She only began to comply to stop the pain. Once Orientation was done, she was promptly manhandled by some random person in a warehouse, tied up, and placed in this package, where she had been for the last two days. The air holes meant that she could breathe sufficiently, but the restraints had been driving her crazy ever since she had put them on.

Now, she waited impatiently - and anxiously - to see what new hellish reality would be brought upon her next. She had no idea what State she was in, let alone the identity of her new owner. 

Thunderous footsteps sounded off in the distance before Rebecca was flung into the air as the box was picked up. She bounced as she listened to the enormous footfalls of the mysterious Giant making their way up a staircase. She heard a door being unlocked and opened before she was sent flying through the air again, the box landing this time on a softer surface.

The tiny woman yelped as a sharp object suddenly made its way into the box with her, narrowly missing her body as it cut through the tape holding the box closed. The box was now open, and Rebecca got her first glimpse at the beginning of her new life. Turning herself over, she looked up to see the unimpressed face of a tall, stocky young girl.

"Oh, wow," was all that she said before lifting Rebecca into the air. The captive girl protested in fear as she was brought toward the Giant's mouth, where her restraints were nibbled on by a massive, fearsome set of pearly whites that could easily chew through her bones. Instead of that, though, she was simply freed from bondage, and set aside. She didn't have time to process the fact that her wrists and ankles were rife with cuts before the giant brunette pulled out her phone.

"Do something funny, for my Instagram," the girl simply commanded.

Rebecca's heart sank as she recognized how dangerous this situation was.

"Like... what?" she asked.

"I don't know, I'm going to press record, so do something."

Anger built up inside the tiny girl. She wasn't going to be treated like this.

"I'm... I'm not your fucking toy, you stuck-up bitch!"

The giantess frowned, more confused than angry. She picked up the tiny girl once again, this time holding her by her right leg, upside down. Rebecca watched as she inspected her, twirling her around and flicking her a couple of times.

"Ow! Stop that, it hurts!"

"Huh." The giant girl's face was impossible to read. She haphazardly tossed Rebecca into a drawer, closing it without a word.

Rebecca simply sat in a stranger's panty drawer for what felt like almost an hour before she began to overhear a conversation taking place outside.

"Yeah, my name is Elise Hendricks, I was just wondering what I'm supposed to do if mine is defective."

Defective? Did this girl really think of Rebecca as some kind of machine?

"Uhm, well, she isn't doing what I say, and she's being really rude. I thought they were supposed to be, like, trained?"

After sitting through a few more minutes of this nonsense, Rebecca was quickly brought back to reality as the drawer swung open.

"Okay, little girl, there's no way I can get a refund on you, so here's the deal." Elise picked her captive up by one leg again, bringing her very close to her face. "You do what I say, or Missy here gets a new chew toy."

Looking down, Rebecca suddenly noticed a cat at Elise's feet, staring up as if ready to receive her. The furry animal might have been cute at one point in her life, but was now a giant monster.

The distance between herself and the floor made the tiny woman realize that Elise was the tallest Giant she had run into so far - Elise probably could have looked down at her even at normal size.

"Oh, God... Okay, okay, please put me down!" Despite Rebecca's pleas, Elise simply lowered her further.

"Are you sure? She looks pretty hungry."

"Please! I'm so sorry!!!"

Rebecca flew through the air faster than she thought possible, before landing on a plump surface. Elise tucked her new tiny away in her breasts, and as she moved the beast to the other room, Rebecca did her best not to get squished by her well-endowed owner.

She landed on the bed, a phone camera aimed in her direction once again.

"Now, I'm not going to ask twice, do something funny for my Instagram," Elise spoke firmly. Having no idea what to do, survival instinct took over, and Rebecca followed orders. She began dancing around senselessly, doing her best to amuse the threatening Giantess.

Elise laughed as she recorded. After a few seconds, she pushed the button again, before uploading it. 

"Okay, you can stop now," she said, still chuckling. 

"Fucking pathetic."

Rebecca was so relieved to be done with the humiliating exercise that the shame of what had just transpired was barely present. 

--

Rebecca marvelled at just how much of a mess Elise's apartment was. Everywhere she looked, there were small piles of dirty shirts, underwear, socks, books, notes, and occasionally food and snack wrappers. There appeared not to be a single sacred corner in this 600 square foot cave-like living space. The cardboard Parvus box that Rebecca had rode in on made an addition to the chaotic atmosphere.

"Hmm, let me find something..." Elise had set the tiny girl down on a dresser while she looked through every drawer and cabinet for something to keep her in. "Ah, I found it!"

Rebecca had been dreading the thought of spending her life in a cage, and her jaw dropped when Elise pulled out a simple mason jar.

"This is where you go when I don't need you, okay? If you're lucky enough, I'll try to ignore your little tantrum and feed you tonight. Now, what did I tell you to say?"

Rebecca choked back a sob. "Yes, Goddess."

Elise smirked, clearly satisfied, before putting her new delivery into the mason jar, sealing the lid tight. She then set the jar on her dresser, right next to an empty foam cup of Top Ramen that looked like it had been sitting there for days. From this vantage point, Rebecca had a clear view of the living room, as well as Elise's work space. 

Rebecca could barely stand to her full height inside of the jar, and had almost no room to move or become comfortable. It was clearly too small of a space for her, but her owner didn't seem to mind. Elise had already moved on to homework; based on the equations Rebecca could make out on the distant computer screen, the Giantess must have been deep into undergraduate studies by now.

The tiny woman teared up as she remembered the days before she succumbed to her horrible fate, the last semester of her college career. She was supposed to move on to graduate studies, become educated, receive a Ph.D, and attain prestige and a high standard of living. 

Instead, two years later, she was nothing more than a decoration in some bitch's living room. Another addition to this slob's horrific feng shui. She spotted a hoodie on the floor where she could just barely make out the text - RTMOUTH.

Dartmouth. She was in New Hampshire. Thousands of miles away from Oregon. From her friends and family, the only people who might be sympathetic to her in this situation.

After nearly an hour of doing homework, Elise looked over at her, crammed in the claustrophobic space, sad as can be. Elise just giggled, and got back to her studies.

--

"God, where is she?" Rebecca heard from up above, as the sound of loud footfalls surrounded her on both sides.

"You really need to clean up in here," an unfamiliar voice sounded off in the distance.

Rebecca banged on her jar with all of her might, but couldn't manage to get anyone's attention. In reality, she had been trapped in a pile of dirty socks after a drunk Elise dropped her a couple of nights before. She had simply stayed in that spot since, hungry and thirsty, the rank scent of Elise's foot funk creeping in through the lid.

"I swear I had her just the other day," Elise recalled. Rebecca couldn't believe that, only after a week of her new life, she had already been misplaced like any other one of this moronic girl's possessions. 

Blinding light poured in to Rebecca's eyes as the socks around her suddenly fell away.

"I found her!" Elise yelled out. 

"Whoa..." Elise's friend exclaimed in shock. "I don't know how I still haven't seen one of these," she continued. She was much shorter and more slender than Elise, with ebony skin and black hair. 

Elise immediately brought the jar up to her face, which subjected Rebecca to distorted visions of the two Giantesses that were in complete control of her. Elise poked the jar repeatedly, sending a loud, petrifying ding into the condensed space and making her tiny panic.

"Is someone hungry? Be good for us and we'll make it worth your while, OK?" 

"I'm surprised she hasn't broken out of that thing already," the friend noted.

"She's not even close to being strong enough," Elise replied, flicking the glass. She opened up the lid and Rebecca immediately took advantage of the reprieve, finally breathing in fresh air for the first time in days. This feeling of relief didn't last long, though, as she was dumped out into her owner's hand, before being handed over to her friend.

"Here you go, Maddie."

Rebecca was promptly felt up in every conceivable way, Maddie making sure to lay her fingers on her breasts, butt, face, stomach, thighs, and more. 

"This is so interesting," Maddie said as she molested the toy woman. "I really need one of these."

"Then you'd better get a job," Elise joked. "Hand her over. Watch this."

Elise set Rebecca down on her coffee table, before taking one of her boots off, peeling her sock off, and setting it right by her tiny with a sickening splat. Rebecca was disgusted by the smell eminating off of Elise's foot.

"Oh, that feels so good," Elise said, breathing out as she slipped her other boot off. "Okay, little bitch, kiss them."

"For God's sake..." Rebecca muttered to herself, swallowing her courage as she approached the left sole of her captress, hesitantly laying her lips on it.

"No way!" Maddie remarked. "I wouldn't go anywhere NEAR your feet with a ten foot pole, you couldn't pay me to do that shit!" 

"Yeah, she'll basically do whatever I tell her to do now. All I had to do was threaten to feed her to my cat and she's been an obedient little slave ever since," the two Giantesses shared a laugh together, before Elise turned back to her tiny. "Did I tell you to stop?"

Rebecca followed orders, and continued to lay her lips on the sole repeatedly, switching to the other one occasionally, as the girls above her continued to belittle her existence.

"Lick them too," she ordered. "Suck the dirt off."

Tears of Elise's foot sweat streamed down Rebecca's face as she followed that order without hesitation as well, taking in little clumps of dirt, sweat, and whatever else had stuck itself to the giant foot. After a few minutes of this, she was finally instructed to stop.

"Okay, like I said before, you were good, so you get a reward. Ready to eat?"

Rebecca's stomach growled on time. The humiliation was overwhelming, but at the very least, she was excited to get some sort of sustinence. 

Elise simply brought her toes down to Rebecca's eye-level, and flexed them. "Eat up all my toe jam, little girl."

Maddie burst out laughing. "You are soooo gross, Elise! You're torturing that poor girl," she said in a joking tone.

"You know it," Elise responded. "She loves it, too."

Rebecca felt anything but love as she dug between the toes, each one larger than her head, swallowing all of the gunk that had accumulated perhaps over the course of several days. 

A half an hour later, the brutal show of power was over as Elise put on some slippers, letting the tiny girl rest, briefly.

"I meant to ask... Does she do foot massages?" Maddie inquired.

"I haven't used her for anything like that yet, but I think they train them for that kind of stuff. I gotta go pee anyway, why don't you enjoy her for a bit?"

"Oh yeah, that sounds awesome."

As Elise left the room, Maddie slipped her sneakers off and put her soles up. She snapped her fingers. Rebecca didn't need any further instructions before she got started on the girl's feet.