“Oh, c’mon, this is not fun.” A feminine voice cooed

“Please, no more. You got what you want. Just end me
already.” An, obviously beaten, voice replied.

“End you? No way, sir. Not for how much I’ve been paid.”

From there the scene played out in a cartoon-like manner. A small
man ran between the legs of a, comparatively giant, woman. She laughed as his
little body passed under her.

“Tom! Not fair, dude!” the woman yelled and turned on her
heel. She stood with her hands on her hips and watched the little figure make
slow progress across the hardwood floor. With a roll of her eyes and sight, she
took two large strides and stood once more in front of her prey.

Tom screamed as a giant foot landed before him. Unable to
stop, his body crashed into the warm flesh, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

The female reached down and grabbed Tom in her right hand,
her purple-nailed fingers curled around him to keep him from falling before her
hand stopped in-front of her face. She opened her fingers, revealing Tom’s
cowering body in her palm.

“You seriously think I’m one of those people?” She
asked, incredulously. Her mind echoing Tom’s words about her “ending him”.

“Amanda.” Tom began, exasperated “W-why else would you
reduce me?”

“Think about it, silly!” The gigantic red head began, bubbly
“Fresh college grad. High amounts of debt. Useless Anthropology degree. Former
track star…”

Tom remined silent and he stared into Amanda’s green eyes.

“You come from a rich family…” she motioned with her other
hand to try to help Tom catch on. “Oh God. No wonder I did all the work when we
were grouped together.”

Tom continued to stare into Amanda’s eyes, entranced.

“You’re such a himbo.” Amanda sighed. “You rich. Me not
rich. Me need money. Me young and athletic. Other rich people like toys.”

Tom’s eyes grew wide as the reality hit him. “So, this wasn’t
a date?”

Amanda groaned. “Tom, though you are extremely attractive, I
doubt you’d be able to do much for me now. Although…” Amanda shook her head as
lewd thoughts bubbled into her mind. “…no. Anyways, sorry pal. Not a date.”

Tom looked dejected.

“Oh, don’t look so sad.” The titanic kidnapper spoke to her
possession, her bare feet slapping against the floor as she walked up to Tom’s
bedroom where her stuff was. “You may remember Lily Fountainbleu?” Amanda asked
as she trudged up a flight of stairs.

“Lonely Lily!?” He asked, incredulously.

“Lonely. RICH. Lily.” Amanda shot back, her mind played back
the time she, Tom, and Lily were in a group project for a sociology class. How
Tom got so much on Lily’s nerves with his Dude-Bro attitude.

“Well,” Amanda reached the top of the stairs and walked down
a long hall to Tom’s room. “After Lily’s parents died tried to circumnavigate
the globe and she inherited their MASSIVE wealth, she decided to branch out.
She started a mercenary group…”

“Whatttt?” Tom asked dumbfounded.

“I know, right?” Amanda answered back, “Well, anyways, I certainly
didn’t know she had it in her, but a lot of people with a lot of money want a
lot of other people dead or otherwise.” She let her words hang in the air.

“Lily wanted me dead!?” Tom screamed.

Amanda, once again, sighed at Tom’s inability to pick-up on
context clues. “I believe you fall into the ‘otherwise’ category.”

“What does that mean?” Tom asked as Amanda dumped him from
her hand onto a bed-side table.

“Welp. It wasn’t really explained to me. All I know is, I
was desperate for a job, Lily reached out to me about a year ago. And here I
am, playing the role of Shrinking Seductress.” Amanda stood in-front of a
wall-sized mirror and began to take off her green dress “I *think* she’s going
to use you as a party favor for some gala she’s having. You’re not the first of
her former classmates I’ve been sent after. Probably won’t be the last.”

Amanda walked over toward Tom and smiled as he stared
wide-eyed at her naked body. She winked “Just gotta get a new change of clothes”.
 She grabbed her purse from next to Tom
and pulled out a miniature backpack which would fit Tom perfectly. She then
rummaged through her purse again and pulled out her moneymaker, the LI-2565 Reductress.
She adjusted some settings and threw the backpack on the bed. Pointing the
pistol, she pulled the trigger until the backpack was full-sized.

“So great for travelling.” She quipped to Tom.

“You mind, uh, doing the same to me?” Tom asked hopeful.

“Sorry, Tom, I think 6-inches suits you quite well.” She chuckled
as she grabbed her backpack.She opened the backpack and pulled out a white ‘Cal’
T-Shirt along with a pair of jean shorts. A pair of white Nike’s followed.

Much to Tom’s chagrin, Amanda was quickly dressed.

“Alright, little guy, it’s been fun catching up after 3 years,
but it’s time to bid adieu.” Amanda reached one final time into her purse and
pulled out a blackened vial.  On it was a
label with ‘live specimen’ written. Amanda grabbed Tom in her other hand and
gave him a small kiss.

“Nighty night little guy.” She cooed as Tom resistance slowly
faded. His naked body was covered in a red imprint of her lips. Her lipstick was
one of Lily’s latest creations – packed with any drug desired. Completely
harmless to anyone but the desired target.

Carefully, she placed Tom’s sleeping body into the vial and
screwed the security lid into place. Pulling out her phone from her purse she
dialed a designated number and waited a few minutes before a small hum sounded
from Tom’s bedroom balcony. Amanda stepped outside to greet one of the
specialized drones used by Lily. She inserted the vial containing Tom into the
drone’s payload and gave a wave. Nearly silent, the drone flew off into the
night.

“Cha-ching!” Amanda yelled as her phone buzzed signifying
payment for another successful mission. After an hour of careful cleaning and rearranging
of Tom’s home, Amanda left through the front door. Her black Porshe 911 purred
softly as it had prestarted minutes prior.

As her car roared through the hills of Southern California,
Amanda thought of her life thus far and the adventures she had gone on. Everywhere
form Beijing to Buffalo. What a difference a year made.

As the clock struck 1:15AM, she pulled into her own driveway
in Encinitas. She could hear the waves crashing against the shore less than
half a mile away. She got out the car with a loud yawn and stretch. Pressing her
phone, her front door unlocked, and she stepped inside. As she stepped inside her
foyer, I.Allegro by Bach played softly – something she had grown accustomed to during
her Humanities course in college. A pair of fresh cotton slipper lay awaiting
her.

“Wonderful.” She whispered.

She slipped off her tennis shoes and carefully placed her
feet into the slippers. From here she walked into her study and collapsed into
her favourite recliner. A freshly made old fashioned awaited her. A habit she
had adopted from her grandfather when he took her out to his favourite bars for
her 21st birthday.

Amanda closed her eyes and savoured the drink. Not ever
mission was as easy as this, so she had taken to 2 hours of relaxation time at
the end of each mission regardless of ease.

Lying with her eyes closed, Amanda took another sip of he
drink and then, as if on cue, she felt her slippers be removed.

Amanda kept her eyes closed and smiled, “Is that Heather or
Cody?”

“Heather miss.” A gentle voice replied.

Amanda opened her eyes and smiled.  3ft-tall Heather stood at the foot of the
chair dressed in a Victorian-era maid outfit. “Good girl.” Amanda raised her
glass as a toast to the woman who blushed. Heather carefully began kneading
Amanda’s soles, earning a satisfied moan.

“Cody.” Amanda softly spoke as Cody shouldn’t be too far
from Heather. Quickly a 3ft-tall man stood to Amanda’s left.

“Yes, miss?” He replied, dressed sharply in Victorian Butler
garb

“Top off?” She asked, clinking the ice in her nearly empty
glass.

“Certainly, miss.” Cody grabbed the glass and went off to
the kitchen to mix another cocktail for his employee.

Cody and Heather were gifts from Lily after Amanda’s 10th
mission. A genuine surprise. Lily knew absolutely everything about a person’s
past and present. Cody had been Amanda’s high-school sweetheart, but when they
both went off to different colleges, he broke her heart by cheating with
Heather who was one of Amanda’s closest friends in high school and went to UNLV
with Cody. The two apparently became victims of the city and were heavily
indebted to one of Lily’s casinos. Long story short, she quickly found them
employ.

As Cody returned with another glass, Amanda was in bliss
with Heather’s mastery of how to care for her feet.

Amanda’s phone buzzed for the final time of the night.

“The reunion continues…”

Amanda’s eyes lit up as she read her next assignment.

“It’s a dry heat.” The pilot joked to Amanda as she worked her way down the cramped aisle.

Amanda smiled, but groaned internally, as she stepped from the plane. The summer air of Madrid was already beginning to seep into her skin.

Dressed in a knee-length, floral summer dress and a pair of designer sandals; Amanda looked like 1000s of other women in the city. Her large sunglasses obscured a good portion of her face along with a floppy wicker hat. She carried her usual mission bag with her, her Reductress mailed ahead via Lily’s own network – it would not be needed until later.

At 5ft 8in, Amanda wasn’t extraordinarily tall, but she did tend to stick out. She ensured she wore flats or other similar shoes and only wore heels when she wanted to be noticed.

As she made her way through the airport, Amanda couldn’t help but notice the signage highlighting the illegality of her profession. Various signs, electronic and printed, in multiple languages, were present emphasizing the penalty of being caught with a shrinking device. Ever since their inception, global politics had been completely tilted in regards to shrinking devices. Some countries such as the United States embraced them as another means for personal freedom – though there were laws in place to control their usage outside of necessary means. Other countries, such as those in the European Union, saw them as a inhumane weapon that, in some ways, were worse than traditional guns as it completely stripped a person of their dignity and humanity.

Regardless, companies around the world found great financial success with the manufacture and sale of these weapons. And, as humanity had always done, embraced the new weapon with glee.

Amanda took in the sights and sounds of the new city. Ever since her employment by Lily, she had grown to love travel. Growing up she never had the opportunity to travel much as her parents struggled to raise herself, and her older brother and sister. Though they did their best, never went to Disney World or on big vacations. It was always something close to where they grew up in Memphis. A lot of historical parks and places. When she got her Scholarship to Cal, that was the furthest any of them had ever travelled.

After a short ride on the metro and walking a few streets, Amanda arrived to her hotel. It was always a treat when Lily booked her a place to stay. Especially in Europe.

Amanda stared up at the building’s classical, yet contemporary, architecture in awe. It was elegant; yet gave an air casualness. She stepped inside and the cool air from the lobby washed over her.

A complimentary sangria in her hand, Amanda opened the door to her room. Located on the building’s 5th floor, her room held a great view over the street below and, most importantly, her target.

A carefully wrapped box sat on the center of the room’s king-sized bed. A card bearing Lily’s hand-writing on top.

For plausible deniability, Amanda never got the full details of a mission until after she had arrived. For plausible deniability she all she knew was the hotel, the length of the stay, and an itinerary to follow. She carefully opened the card.

“Welcome to Madrid! Home of great soccer. Amazing food. And, most importantly, Europe’s next smallest person…”

Amanda laughed. Lily always had a way of inputting her own humour into the most serious of manners.

“…your target this week has been a thorn in my side ever since my buyout of his old company. Bastard is in Spain this week to try and stop the opening of the new Lily International warehouse.” The personalization ended here. Lily never wrote much. What followed was a short list of mission details

Henry Travas was the designated target, but what caught Amanda’s attention was the mission classification. DAYW or Do As You Wish.

This was Lily’s way of communicating to her that as long as the target was no longer relevant, she did not care what happened to them. Amanda had only done a handful of DAYW missions and they all were among her favourites. From old enemies to unknown socialites, they fell to Amanda’s whims on those days.

Amanda felt herself flush as her last DAYW mission popped into her mind. A random enemy of Lily’s back in the states. Amanda had used the woman as butt plug for an entire month before disposing of her.

Amanda opened her box to reveal her favourite girl. The Reductress’ matte-black paint appeared to suck in light from around it. Leaving a void in the box. Amanda picked up the gun and ran her fingers over the casing. She then pulled her backpack from her back and placed it onto her bed. From a front pocket, she pulled a small box. No larger than 1inx2in. She walked over to a empty spot in the sweet and placed the box on the floor. With a few adjustments of the reductress, she pointed the gun at the box and fired.

The box quickly grew into an entire armoire. Amanda stepped forward and opened the doors revealing everything form dresses to sports bras. An entire month’s worth of clothes at her disposal. The game was on…

Amanda initially stalked Henry at all the usual spots. Hotel lobbies, favourite bars, she even stood around his stable of cars to try to catch him. However, he remained aloof. After two days she finally figured out a way to get close. Pub trivia. She should’ve known. One of the richest men in the city would love to have his ego stroked. And what better way to do it than to beat a bunch of shlubs in a competition of useless knowledge. Over the next two days, Amanda traced Henry’s route. She had gathered all bars with trivia through the remainder of the week and their respective times.

By Saturday, it was her chance to strike.

Like clockwork, Henry was at the bar with his two bodyguards, his pencil eagerly scribbling away a team name.

Amanda, meanwhile, wore a blonde wig and put on her best professional accent. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a yellow blouse along with a pair of fake glasses. She wanted to give off her best ‘lonely nerd girl’ vibe.

Thus the night started. Amanda took off early, quickly earning the attention of Henry who seemed to stare at her from across the room with confused admiration.

As the first game came to a close, it ended with a wager round. Henry bet all his points only to lose to Amanda.

As the intermission took place. Amanda glanced over to Henry’s table and watched as he spoke to his bodyguards and pointed her direction. They both nodded and she knew things were going to work out great.

Two more rounds went by with Henry winning the second and Amanda winning the third, thus earning Amanda the title of Pub Champ for the night and a 50 Euro giftcard which she promptly gave to a young couple.

As she walked into the Madrid night, Amanda felt a healthy hand on her shoulder.

“Hold on, why the hurry?” Henry’s voice came from behind. Amanda had to hide her giddiness.

“Excuse me?” Amanda turned to greet Henry and his bodyguards.

“A girl like yourself all alone? How would you like to come back to my place and have some conversation with a man who can keep up with you.” Henry flashed a lopsided smile.

“If I recall, I think you lost to me twice? I would hardly call that keeping up.” Amanda pulled at Henry’s ego.

 “Ouch. How about just one drink then? Is this your first time in Madrid? I can point all the fun places to go.” Henry stood expectedly.

“Hook. Line. Sinker.” Amanda thought to herself before replying, “Well, you do seem a bit more sophisticated than some of the other idiots around here.” Amanda replied.

Henry’s smile grew, “Honey, please. No need to kiss my ass. We just met.”

Amanda struggled to force a laugh at this.

After a short drive in Henry’s Maybach, they arrived at his apartment across from Amanda’s hotel room. If only he knew.

In his apartment, the two chatted as Henry’s bodyguards stood watch at the door. Henry put all the usual charm to act like he was getting to know her. Her name, favourite colour, etc.

 Eventually Amanda asked where the bathroom was and enacted her plan. Lifting her shirt, Amanda revealed her holstered Reductress. She carefully inspected the weapon and ensured it had adequate charge.

“Bathroom too complicated?” Henry teased from outside.

Amanda opened the door, “Just freshening up!” with this, she exited and lifted the gun to Henry. His bodyguards, however, were quick to react and rushed Amanda. She shot one guard quickly, but couldn’t get the second shot out before being tackled.

“What the fuck is this!?” Henry screamed as the gun slid from Amanda.

“Fuck.” She whispered under her breath.

Fighting with the guard pinning her down, Amanda looked him the eyes and lifted her eyebrows apologetically. A strong knee to the groin followed.

“They really should have you guys wear cups.”

Quickly getting back to her feet, Amanda rushed to her gun and shot the writhing bodyguard, leaving only she and Henry.

“Whoa. Don’t be too hasty. What do you want!? Who sent you!?” He screamed, his voice cracking with fear.

“On your knees.” Amanda motioned with the gun.

“Come on. Don’t do this. Please!” Henry began to beg as he knew Amanda’s intention.

“Oh, Henry! We’ve only just met, no need to kiss my ass…actually..” Amanda raised an eyebrow. “Let’s play some trivia.”

“What? You can’t be serious.” Henry replied, still on his knees.

“For every question you get wrong, you lose a foot.” Amanda explained the rules. “If you get all 6 right, I’ll leave you be.”

“O-okay.” Henry began to calm down

“What’s my favourite colour?” Amanda asked.

“What the fuck kind of question is that?” Henry spat back.

“C’mon, Henry. I thought you were getting to know me earlier? Or did you have different intentions?” Amanda teased

“Fuck.” Henry sighed. “Uh. Pink?”

“Oh god. How stereotypical.” Amanda pulled the trigger and watched as Henry shrank a foot. His clothes

“What’s my name?” She asked.

“You never told me your name!” Henry answered.

“Nice try, I meant the alias I gave you. Please tell me you can remember something that simple.” Amanda honestly felt upset.

“Hailey?” Henry spoke.

Amanda merely sighed as she pulled the trigger again.

After four more questions ranging form Amanda’s shoe size to her favourite animal, Henry stood at a miniscule 5-inches tall.

Amanda stood triumphantly with the three men at her feet.

“Now what to do with you?”

Henry and his bodyguards stood motionless as Amanda towered over them. Her shadow casts from the window behind her.

“You.” Amanda reached down and picked up Henry. “Can go to kissing my ass now.” Hailey stripped from her jeans to reaveal a pair of yoga pants. She pulled the fabric lose and dropped Henry to the darkness below. His miniscule form pressed against her right cheek.

“As for you two.” Amanda raised her bare left foot over the bodyguards who cowered in its shadow. She felt herself grow excited as the men cowered beneath her like she was a goddess. She pulled her foot back. “Do you have families?”

They both nodded. I imagine you two were only trying to support them working for this asshole, right? The bodyguards nodded again.

“Well. How about this. You vouch me for in saying it was a shrinking terrorist attack and we’ll let the police get you back to them. We’ll say the squished Henry and I was just some prostitute he hired?”

The bodyguards nodded eagerly.

So, hours later, Amanda was back in her hotel room after speaking with the police and the news. Her wig and makeup removed. A ping on her phone let her known Lily had received the news and her mission was complete all with a day to spare.

Stripping her clothes, Amanda watched as Henry fell from the confines of her yoga pants to the mattress below.

“Hey, Henry. Guess what. You’re dead now.” Amanda smiled. “But no worries, you’ll get to stay with me until I grow tired of you. Think of all the fun we’ll have. I have a hike planned tomorrow and then you’re going to help me with shoe shopping!”

Henry grew pale as the realization of his new life hit him.

“But first, to work off some of this excess energy…”

Amanda threw her naked body on the mattress and spread her legs. Pulling a vibrator from a bedside table she attached Henry to a built-in strap and lowered him to her vagina.

His screams were drowned by the motor of the vibrator and her own moans.

Amanda had a week off to enjoy the Summer. Lily Inc. was
moving through its goals quickly thanks to Amanda’s work and, as a reward,
Amanda was given a full month’s pay to take a week off.

Amanda sat at a table by her pool as the noon-day sun shined
overhead.

“Cody.” Amanda placed a forkful of food into her mouth.
“This salmon is absolutely scrumptious.”

“Thank you, miss.” Cody replied and bowed standing
tableside. He was still dressed in his butler outfit even in the near 100
degree temperature.

“Henry how you doing down there?” She pushed her chair back
to observe the 5inch tall man painting her toes a goldenrod yellow.

“80% of the way complete, miss.” He yelled up to his younger
owner. He had quickly adapted to his new role, especially after Amanda set a
“weekly” review to decide to keep him or flush him.

“How’s my hot-tub, Heather!” Amanda yelled across the yard while
her mouth was full of fish.

“Nearly sparkling, miss.” The nude woman replied, a nice
sunburn having developed on her body.

“Great. Everything is great.” Amanda took a sip of her
Margarita and smiled. Her eyes quickly flicked to her phone as a news alert
popped up.

“Lily International opens largest warehouse in Europe.”
Amanda clicked the link. She was presented with an image of Lily.

Though Amanda remembered being taller than Lily back in
college, there Lily stood behind a podium at 6ft 2in. Her blond hair tied
neatly into a bun, she wore a white blouse and pink sport coat. The blouse
covering an, obviously, toned torso.

“…And most of, I’d like to thank of Lily International
employees for helping us to grow toward a more powerful future!” Amanda watched
as Lily walked from behind the podium and off the screen. “Hold up.” Her eyes
caught something the image. “No fucking way.”

Amanda took the video back a couple frames and then zoomed
in. Sure enough, though blurry, she could make out a small human wrapped around
Lily’s ring-toe on her left foot. “Cody.” She called for her man-servant’s
attention.

“Yes, miss?” The small man asked.

“Take a look at this and tell me what you see.” She
commanded and offered her phone to him.

Cody took the device in his miniature hands and stared for a
few seconds before looking back at Amanda, “I do believe that’s a person,
miss.”

“Fucking thought so!” Amanda
took another bite of food and sip of drink. “God. I fucking adore that woman.”

On the other side of the world, Lily leaned back and smiled.
She stretched her long legs out in front of her and wiggled her toes playfully.

“My. My. How the mighty have fallen. Amanda really is great
at her job, huh?” She spoke playfully.

Her toes, painted in dark purple, were adorned with more
than just one person. Three naked bodies wrapped around her digits.

From her left foot to right foot, she wore:

Bradley Tatterford, son of Lily International’s oldest board
member. A great way to get them to vote in her favor.

Thomas Winfrey, former classmate and nemesis

Vanessa Higgins, Former COO of Fountainbleu International
and in-line to be Chief Executive before Lily’s takeover

“Marlo!” Lily yelled before a 3ft tall woman scurried in and
curtsied. “Remove my jewelry and prepare my workout gear.”

“Yes ma’am” Marlo approached Lily’s large feet and carefully
plucked the three warped humans from the sweaty toes.

“Thanks, sis.” Lily sighed and popped her toes.

Marlo blushed and nodded as she scurred from the room.

Amanda didn’t know it, but she was fulfilling all of Lily’s
sick fantasies of lust and power. Marlo, unaware to Amanda, was Lily’s older sister
and first test. She had passed with flying colors, forcing Marlo into being her
younger sister’s doll-like servant.

Marlo soon returned with a pair of socks, running shoes and other
workout attire. Lily rose to her full height and stripped naked. He body toned
thanks to the time and technology she had at hand. Her breasts a well formed
D-size.

Taking a seat once more, Lily watched as Marlo slid her
socks onto her feet and then presented her running shoes. Each insole
containing a victim of Amanda.

“Okay. You keep this place
cleaned. I’m going to go for a run.” Lily commanded Marlo before stepping onto
the streets of Madrid and beginning a tour of the newest addition to her
growing empire.

With a week passed, Amanda was back on the job. Poor Henry
was no longer of any use to her and had been sold on the black market to some
middle-aged woman in Shanghai.

Her latest assignment was an interesting one. 2 targets, one
DAYW and the other to send to Lily. The Luxembatch twins. Investors,
Shareholders, and Contributors to many of Lily International’s largest rivals.
This assignment would not be easy as much news would surely be made about their
disappearance…

Six nights later:

“This was easier than I thought!” Amanda stood triumphantly
with the Luxembatch twins tied to chairs in one of New York City’s many warehouses.
The plan was, somehow, overly simple. A few favours called-in from some corrupt
friends in government and, suddenly, the Luxembatch twins were arrested for several
illegal activities. Unfortunately, the vehicle carrying the twins was ‘lost’ and
found its way in Amanda’s grasp.

“Larry. Lenny.”

Amanda, victorious, stared-down the two men in their early
30s.

“Lily really wanted me to set up a meeting between y’all.
However, she only has room at the table for one of you, so the other will be
staying with me.”

The brothers looked at one another with fear in their eyes.
Gags placed firmly in their mouths.

“But how to decide who gets the meet the girl upstairs and
who gets to accompany little ole me?” Amanda made a pouty face facetiously.

An early August breeze drafted through the warehouse. It was
somewhat pointless as Larry and Lenny’s suits both soaked through with sweat. Amanda,
however, stood with an air of coolness wearing a emerald-green strapless satin
ballgown.

Their captor paced back and forth as the twins waited their
fates. Finally, Amanda stopped and turned toward the two. She walked slowly.
Her heels clacked against the concrete. Standing next to Lenny, she put her
hands behind his head, causing him to flinch.

“Don’t be a baby. I’m removing your gag.” Amanda chided and
stepped back, ball gag dangling from her left hand.

Larry took a deep breath, preparing himself to yell.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Amanda pointed her Reductress at her
captive. He let the air escape from his lungs slowly. “Good boy.”

“Now, Lenny.” Amanda stared into his brown eyes, “Since you
are the older brother by 2 minutes, I’ll let you make the decision. Heads or
Tails?”

“W-what?” Lenny stumbled.

“Heads.” Amanda spoke deliberately. “Or Tails?”

“Uh…T-tails?” Lenny replied

“Smart man. Tails never fails.” Amanda added before reaching
into a small pocket in her dress and pulling out a gold coin. “My good luck
charm.” She held the coin up in the light. On one side a head of a bear, on the
other side the logo of ‘Cal Track and Field’. “Bear is heads, Cal is tails.”
With her free hand, Amanda flipped the coin.

The trio watched wordlessly as the coin flipped in the air
and then fell, as if in slow motion, to the concrete. A few soft pings followed
until the coin rested motionless. Amanda straddled the coin and looked down at
the results. She raised her head to Lenny and Larry, a small smirk on her lips.
“Tails it is.”

“What the fuck does that mean!?” Lenny shouted.

“That means it’s your lucky day, fellla.” Amanda stepped
toward Lenny. “You get to hang with me for the remainder of your life. However
long that is. While Larry,” Amanda pivoted her body toward Lenny’s brother, “gets
to have an important meeting with my boss.” Amanda pulled the trigger on the
Reductress.

Lenny screamed in terror as he watched his brother shrink
before his eyes.

Reaching once again into her pocket, Amanda pulled out a
much smaller vial than usual and holstered her gun. She rummaged for a few
seconds through Larry’s clothes before lifting her hand.

“1 inch is much smaller than people realize.” She held her
hand up to the light. Her fingers grasping a small figure.

Lenny could just make out the tiny speck that was his
brother between Amanda’s fingers.

Wordlessly, Amanda pulled her phone from a breast pocket and
tapped away. Within minutes, the hum of a drone could be heard in the warehouse
before it was hovering before Amanda.

Lenny watched as the cruel red-head placed his brother into
the vial and sealed it tight. Her svelt fingers carefully placing the vial in a
compartment in the drone before giving a wave. The drone buzzed off.

Amanda turned to Lenny and listened as the drone headed off toward
its destination, wherever that was.

“Just you and me, now.” Amanda lifted the Reductress toward Lenny.

Lenny attempted to scream, but it was no use as his body grew
warm and he felt the world change around him. In an instant, his clothes surrounded
his naked body. A throbbing headache pounded in his skull as the warehouse’s
lights poured from above. He was cast into darkness as Amanda quickly towered
over him, casting him into her shadow.

 “I figured you’d be
more useful at 4 inches. You can thank me later.” Amanda teased, her voice booming;
painful to Lenny’s tiny ears.

Lenny was powerless as Amanda’s left hand approached; the
smell of her lotion filled the air as he observed the creases in her hand at a
scale one could never imagine.

Jenny lifted her palm to her face.  Lenny sat dead center in her palm, his knees
clutched close to his chest, shaking. She and Lenny stared at one another for
about a minute before she spoke.

“Look at you. One of the most power men in business nothing more
than a grape to squash in my grasp.” Amanda began to close her hand around
Lenny.

Lenny tried to escape as the palm enclosed around him, he
screamed a guttural scream of fear.

Amanda laughed at the tiny squeaks from her grip and then
reopened her hand, once again displaying Lenny’s miniscule form.

“Oh. Relax. I won’t do anything to hurt you. Yet. However,
disobey me and you may wind up like them.” Amanda looked downward.

Lenny followed his captor’s gaze down to her heeled feet.
For the first time, he noticed six small faces peeking up from between Amanda’s
toes. Then he looked more intently, all the faces were familiar ones. Board
members from some of Lily’s rivals.

“Meet my lovely board members. All enjoying the smells and tastes
between my toes. Right?” Amanda asked.

All 6 heads nodded.

“What. How?” Lenny stared in fear at Amanda with a newfound
awe.

“Had to keep myself busy while waiting for you and your bro.”
Amanda shrugged. “Paisley. I think you’re slacking.”

Lenny watched as the face of a small blonde woman stuck out
her tongue and attempted to lap at the skin between Amanda’s pinky and ring-toe
on her left foot.

“Anyway. Time to put you somewhere safe. I gotta catch a
red-eye to London.” Amanda said no more words and Lenny could only struggle
uselessly.

Reaching beneath her dress, Amanda hiked down her panties and
dropped Lenny within. The day’s accumulated sweat and her own natural odor
filled the fabric, causing Lenny to choke on the air. Amanda carefully pulled
her panties back into position and removed fingers. Lenny’s body was firmly
pressed into her pubic mound, his face forced into stubble.

With a final adjustment of her attire, Amanda turned to leave
but not before giving one last look down to her feet. “Oh my god. Paisley. You are
so getting flushed when we get on the plane…”

The clacking of Amanda’s heels echoed in the warehouse as
she made her way to an awaiting car.

Amanda released a deep yawn as she stretched her arms and
legs to their limits. Her first-class seat provided ample room for her to move
as needed. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and pressed a button on her armrest
to raise the window-blind to her left. The mid-morning sun shined brightly over
the British Isles. A perfect sunny day welcoming her for the next 3 days.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed your flight. We
will be landing in approximately 45 minutes. Please stow away all….” Amanda
tuned out the overhead announcement as she worked to get her things sorted.

Her outfit from the earlier night completely, Amanda’s legs stretched
in front of her. Her toes splayed as she continued to moan with pleasure from
her morning stretch.

“Good morning, wee ones.” She spoke with a fake English
accent to her feet. 5 heads looked back from between her spread toes (Paisley
having been discarded somewhere between New York and Iceland). “I didn’t snore
too loudly, did I?” the 5 heads confirmed in the negative in near unison. This
earned a bubbly chuckle form Amanda.

With its exclusion from the European Union, the United
Kingdom was much more lenient on a person holding shrinks. If it was for government
condoned business, and all the paperwork was in order, British authorities
would turn a blind eye. And, luckily for Amanda, all her forged documents were
of the highest quality.

Amanda turned on her phone and checked for messages. A message
from Lily had arrived between her time falling-asleep and now. Among the location
of the hotel Amanda would be staying at, the message also contained one of Lily’s
patented personalizations.

“Hope you don’t grow bored of the board! 😉”

Amanda smiled and looked back to her feet. She scrunched her
toes and watched as the five faces squished and deformed against her skin. The
little faces completely at the whims of her digits.

“Oh, Lil. I don’t think I’ll be getting bored anytime soon.”
Amanda whispered to herself and played with her toys a few more moments before
finally slipping on a pair of pink Pumas. Her captives cast into the darkness
of her sneakers, Amanda leaned back and awaited for the plane to touchdown. She
felt Lenny’s struggles against her crotch and squeezed her thighs closer
together as she watched the English countryside take up more of the view.

With her usual backpack in tow, Amanda took in the sights of
the airport. Though not as large as some of the city’s more established airports,
Amanda loved flying into London City. It always made for an easy commute, and
she felt it represented more of the local flavour.

As she headed toward the connected rail line, Amanda took in
the sights and sounds around her. Others coming and going, the hustle and
bustle of their daily lives, but the thing that stood out the most was the rise
in the presence in shrinks. Lily International had perfected personal shrinking
technology only five years prior. Before this, shrinking tech had only existed
for military and scientific use. Now, with the increase in law enforcement
usage and those such as herself, shrinks had grown as property and pets to
millions of civilians. It was highly suspected that upwards of 40% of shrinks
were illegally required, but with so many being introduced to the supply
annually, it was difficult for governments to control the licensing of the poor
people.

Amanda walked past one boarding area and saw that it was
headed toward Mumbai. “Long flight.” She thought to herself as she noticed an Indian
woman in her 40s, on a chain between the woman’s breasts hung a thrashing pale brunette.
This caused Amanda pause at first, but then she noticed the diplomatic paperwork
in the larger woman’s hand. Amanda shrugged and moved on.

Amanda was soon on the train heading toward Kensington.
Amanda greatly appreciated this as it gave her a chance to scratch her museum
itch while working on this mission.

Once in her hotel room, Amanda repeated the familiar act of placing
her wardrobe. She then began to strip from her clothes.

Unlacing her Pumas, she pulled them off sighed. After spending
nearly 8 hours cooped on a plane and then cramped against others on a train, it
was nice to stretch out and unwind in her own space.

Though it was late August and the weather was starting to
change toward fall; the humidity was still high and Amanda perspired
accordingly.

She took a seat on the edge of her mattress and crossed her
left leg over her right. The freshly freed foot dangled in the air. Her eyes
took in the sight of her own sole, slightly reddened from the walking she had
done. She observed the specks of dirt and dust from her shoe and then stared at
the backside of her captives. Their heads snuggled into the gaps between her
toes, their backs were covered by the Kinesiology Tape she had used to secure
them into place.

Amanda grabbed one edge of the tap and pulled slowly. One by
one, the tiny bodies were pulled form her foot. The heads freed from the vices
of her toes.

Amanda dangled the tape in front of her face and laughed at
the bodies stuck to it like flies to flypaper. 2 tiny men and a woman stared
back at Amanda as they dangled in the air.

“Good to finally have some fresh air, huh?” She teased.

All three shrinks suddenly burst into tears and screams, no
doubt begging for their freedom or promising to not tell the authorities. Unfortunately,
it was too late as Amanda would have buyers for them all by the end of her time
here.

Amanda placed the trio face down onto her bed, muffling the high-pitched
squeaks. She repeated the act with her other foot and pulled Paisley’s
remaining companions loose. Their strip of tape rested next to their
counterparts’.

Amanda then stripped from her t-shirt and blue jeans leaving
only a pair of rainbow panties. She slowly stripped in-front of a full-length mirror
in the corner of the room and smiled at the sight. Her nude body completely
filling the mirror, Lenny’s face stuck out from her vagina. An adjustment made
after taking care of Paisley. Her red stubble surrounding the man’s face, it
reminded her of something created by a renaissance painter. A doomed man attempting
to escape from hell.

“Hints of Caravaggio or am I crazy?” Amanda stood triumphantly
with her fists on her hips, her body slightly leaning to one side and head tilting
the other. The pose emphasized the firmness and tones of her svelte form. A
body she had spent her entire life building and maintained religiously.

“Okay. Enough of admiring me, dude.” Amanda teased as Lenny
really had no other option. “Time to shower really quick then off to the museums
and tea!”

Amanda hummed softly as she showered. Her fingers running over
skin, rubbing in exfoliating body wash. She made sure to scrub Lenny’s face
with a pinky- full of the stuff.

Freshly washed, Amanda returned to her bed and sat down. A
fresh pair of blue jeans and a blouse printed with the flag of the United
Kingdom now adorned her body. She crossed her legs and reversed the prior act.
Reusing the tape, she placed the board members back into their prior grooves.
Their faces fit almost as if they were made for Amanda’s feet.

Amanda checked out her outfit in the mirror, then with a
bounce a smile headed out to do some sight-seeing.

Amanda walked with purpose. Her soft shoes were carefully planted
on each inch of ground which Amanda covered. With each footfall, Amanda could
feel the board members press into the undersides of her feet. They reminded of
stepping on her brother’s action figures as a kid, though much squishier.

Amanda’s first stop was Kensington Palace. She spent over 2
hours trekking the grounds. As she passed through the halls, she couldn’t help
but admire the artwork and architecture; Lily popped to her mind. Amanda
imagined her living like a modern-day monarch.

After Kensington Palace, Amanda checked her phone.

“1PM. Lunch?” She spoke aloud as if to ask her captives
their opinions. Amanda waited a few seconds before smiling and answering
herself “Lunch!”

“I know it’s touristy, but I really couldn’t resist.” Once
more, Amanda spoke to her voiceless captives. Her head tilted to the sign above
the door which read “Miss Tettleton’s Tea House”.

“Hello Miss.” A chipper hostess greeted Amanda who struggled
to contain her giddiness. “Tea for 1?” the hostess asked.

“Yes please.” Amanda beamed to the hostess who returned the
smile.

Amanda passed by other tourists and some locals enjoying
their meals as she was led to garden area behind the building.

“Will outside work alright?” the hostess asked.

“Absolutely!” Amanda replied in her American chipperness.

Amanda couldn’t help but notice the hostess wore a golden
necklace which dipped below her neckline. Amanda though she saw the silhouette
of a small person pressed into the fabric. Amanda took a seat a waited to place
her order.

10 minutes later Amanda was happily sipping a mandarin orange
black tea and munching on cucumber sandwiches. She squealed with delight at the
coziness of the situation. Her toes wiggled playfully in her shoes. This
resulted in the board members having the morning’s accumulated toejam shoved
over and into their faces.

After 45 minutes of relaxation, Amanda finished off her tea
pot and a remaining scone. After paying her bill, Amanda stopped by to thank
the hostess for her friendliness.

“Oh..” Amanda added one more thing, “I adore your necklace.”

This earned a blush from hostess who replied “A former boyfriend
who I now hold close to my heart, miss.”

Amanda laughed, gave a wink, and was back on her way traipsing
about the city.

A stop at the Natural History and Science Museums found
Amanda on her feet for another 4 hours. She devoured every placard and exhibit
with hunger. One of the reason Lily mentioned she liked her was that Amanda was
always craving new knowledge, regardless how insignificant.

When she came upon an exhibit explaining evolution, Amanda
pondered what new path shrinking technology would send humanity down. Would a
new upper class of those who can afford to have and utilize the technology rise
while a lower class toiled, literally, below. Amanda stood and fantasized at
the thought of ruling over dozens or hundreds of tiny people forced to do her
bidding.

“Uh. Miss” A tap on Amanda’s shoulder pulled her from her fantasy
world. “You mind moving?”

Amanda turned to meet the face of a man who smiled at her. “Oh
yes. Sorry.” Amanda stepped back nervously.

“S’alright” the man replied as he stood and read the
exhibit.

“I’m sorry, are you all by yourself?” Amanda asked, feeling
herself still moist from her fantasizing.

“Uh,” the man began hesitantly, “Yeah. Just thought I’d take
a day from work. Got nothing else to do and nobody else to be with, so I
thought I’d get a bit of history.”

“Oh, no girlfriend or anything?” Amanda moved closer, her
mind already churning with a night ahead.

“Unfortunately not since Uni.” The man attempted to refocus
on the placards before him.

“How’d you like to show me around. As you can probably tell.
I’m not local.” Amanda let out a cheeky giggle.

This earned a smile in return from the man who extended his hand.
“Mark.” He spoke.

“Hailey.” Amanda replied and shook his hand back.

Thus, the two began inseparable. Unfortunately for Mark, ‘Hailey’
did not have is best interest in mind. Capping their night at a Pub chosen by
Amanda to avoid running into anybody which Mark may have known. For poor Lenny
and the board members, the misery would not end. The shrinks were near 12 hours
trapped under and in Amanda’s body before she and Mark found their ways to her hotel
room.

Amanda was quick to strip Mark naked and push him onto her
bed.

“A frisky yank tonight!” Mark yelled.

Amanda bit her bottom lip stared into Mark’s eyes as she
stood at the foot of the bed.

Mark watched eagerly as Amanda reached down and grabbed the
bottom of her shirt. His dick stood at full mast. Slowly Amanda pulled her
shirt upward to reveal her toned stomach. A few inches more and the holster with
her Reductress came into view.

“Hold on. What’s that!?” Mark propped up on his elbows and
stared with some fear in his eyes.

“Oh this?” Amanda completed the remove of her short. “This
is my fun gun.” She pulled the Reductress from its holster and placed her thumb
against it to unlock the trigger and initiate the default settings.

“Hold on. I don’t know what kind of laws they have over in
the states, but…”

Amanda was too giddy to let Mark finish, she pulled the
trigger. She let Mark’s miniature form writhe on the comforter as she slipped
out of her jeans and underwear. She slowly crawled onto the bed until she was
straddling Mark’s body between her knees.

The little man attempted to stand but kept falling thanks to
Amanda’s movements as she kneeled above him.

Amanda bit her bottom lip and played with her breast as she
watched Mark struggle below.

Mark stared up at his kidnapper in terror. A day of playing hooky
had turned into a night from hell. His eyes settled upon Amanda’s glistening
pussy lips, a days worth of thoughts ready to erupt forth. To his horror, Lenny
also stared at him from between the lips.

“Who the fuck are you!?” he screamed at Lenny

“Run, guy!” Lenny screamed in his Jersey accent

Mark struggled to get to his feet, but eventually rose and
turned from Amanda’s titanic form. His legs sunk into the comforter as if they
were in Jello. This threw off his balance, causing him to fall after only a few
strides.

“No use running my little limey.” Amanda boomed from above. “You
can’t escape fate.”

Amanda’s hand swooped down like a lion leaping on a fallen
gazelle. Mark was soon fighting against her right hand as her left hand reached
down to her crotch. She soon fell to the mattress and rolled onto her back. She
maneuvered Mark so that his upper torso poked from the top of her hand. Her
left hand continuing to work her vagina, Amanda’s lips hung open, wordlessly
she watched as Mark squirmed in grasp as her breathing increased.

Mark struggled and fought, but it was no use as he was
forced stare at this woman who was now masturbating to the sight of his tiny
form.

“How you feel about a threesome?” Amanda asked, her face
flushed.

Mark’s eyes grew in horror as he thought about what ‘Hailey’
meant.

Soon, Amanda’s left and right hands were working her vagina.
Poor Lenny and Mark were becoming well acquainted as their bodies were pressed together
in Amanda’s grasp. Her fluids covered both men, muffling their screams and
burning their eyes.

Meanwhile, the board members were forced into voyeurism from
between Amanda’s toes. The watched as the two men were helpless against Amanda’s
strength literally bent to her will and wherever her fingers desired them. Their
faces were suddenly pushed into the webbing between Amanda’s toes as the digits
curled in exhilaration. An orgasm travelled through her body.

A sweat soaked bed lay moist against Amanda’s skin as she
worked to catch her breath. This had been the most fun she had in one night in
a while. Though it was fun to get those who Lily paid her to get, the real joy
came from completely snatching a victim’s life from them. To force them to live
in fear to treat her like a goddess, “Worship me.” She boomed to Lenny and Mark’s
beaten bodies which she had discarded onto her stomach when done.

The two men struggled to move as Amanda’s dried fluids adhered
their skin to hers.

“I said,” Amanda reached down and plucked Mark and Lenny
skyward and brought them to her face. “WORSHIP ME.”

Mark was sure he was now deaf as Amanda screamed into his
face. Her breath smelled like Red Ale.

Amanda placed the, now woken, men between her legs once more.
Their tiny bodies soon doing their best for Amanda to feel.

“You as well.” She spoke to the faces staring from between
her toes who responded with their teeth and tongues working against her skin.

Amanda lay in bliss as the London night moved outside. A ping
came to her phone. She rolled over to grab it, which caused Mark and Lenny to
tumble upon one another onto the mattress. Amanda sighed as she read the
message.

“Target on the move.” It read

“Well, Mark, I hope you like travelling.” She spoke and stared
into her trembling date’s eyes.

Amanda yawned as she woke up, yet once again, on another long flight. This time she was returning stateside. Her target had last been tracked to New Orleans. Amanda looked out the window and grimaced. She had gone to New Orleans a couple times in her college years, back when it represented an unhinged freedom. Looking over the low buildings of the city now, however, Amanda remembered the smell of piss and horse crap from Bourbon Street and nearly gagged.

Mark, meanwhile, gagged in his own hell as Amanda’s weight rested upon him. She had shoved him snuggly between her toned ass-cheeks to, in her words, “get him past security”, but he had his doubts as he struggled to breathe in the musky air.

As she walked out of the airport, Amanda couldn’t help but pine for Madrid’s air. The humidity hung thick like a blanket. It seemed to instantly soak through Amanda’s ‘Cal’ tank-top and black jogging shorts.

Her red hair pulled back into a pony-tail, Amanda wiped the sweat from her brow and looked for her ride. She spotted a tall blonde woman dressed in a black suit holding a sign that simply read “Amanda”. Amanda bounced up to the woman and introduced herself.

“Lily tell me to get you to hotel fast. You wear seatbelt tight.” Was all the woman said in reply. A noticeable accent from eastern Europe was present in the woman’s voice.

The two walked to an all-black Cadillac. Amanda slid into the back, her bare skin enjoyed the coolness of the leather seats.

Amanda couldn’t help but laugh as the car swerved in and out of traffic, easily pushing 100mph. less than 20 minutes later, the car pulled into the parking bay of the hotel which Amanda would call home for, at least, the next day or two.

Amanda stepped out the back door as the woman opened for her.

“Uh. Thank you.” Amanda looked up to this woman who easily stood at 6ft. “So where did you learn to drive like that?” Amanda asked.

“It no matter. Only need to know Lily pay me 20 times the salary I would make in my country.” With this the driver shooed Amanda into the hotel and got back into the car. The tires squealed as she sped form the parking area.

Amanda shrugged and thought to herself about how many others like the driver and herself Lily employed. How Lily could very well have small, but formidable, army at her disposal.

“My boss the supervillain.” Amanda thought to herself and laughed. Her mind then turned to who this mysterious target was.

“What do you think?” Lily asked Marlo while standing in front of a large mirror. Her towering body was dressed in a crimson red pant suit with a black undershirt. “Think it’s too upfront?” Lily flexed her legs and flashed poses in the mirror.

“N-no. You look great.” Marlo replied, staring up at Lily’s frame with awe.

Seemingly satisfied, Lily smiled and nodded to herself in the mirror. “Great.” Lilly turned and walked form the mirror. Her 70th floor office surrounded in floor to ceiling windows let in the sights of the city around her. A TV on a nearby wall played the news.

“After a shortened stay in the United Kingdom, the President is back home. Attending the 53rd governors’ conference taking place in New Orleans, the president is set to announce…”

Lily turned, “I want to look my best when I step to the podium in front of Congress.”

Marlo had watched as her sister’s power had grown exponentially over the past year. From an heiress to a tech company, to the richest and most powerful woman in the world. Lily’s lust for power seemed unquenchable as, over the last 6 months, she had laid her plans to seize control of the country and, eventually, the world.

From sicking Amanda and other assassins on business rivals to systematically eliminating strong political foes. Lily had carefully pulled the bricks from the Jenga tower that was the United States so that she could topple it with a small breath and place her own game in its place.

Lily, ready to give more exposition, spoke down to her smaller sister. “Marlo. I bet you’re wondering how I’m going to have Amanda take out most the leadership of the country in one fell swoop?”

Marlo nodded silently.

“Thanks for asking.” Lily walked over on her desk and pressed a button and looked toward the floor. Marlo followed her sister’s gase as the floor, which see thought was marble, turned transaparent so that they could see the floor below.

Dozens of people in lab coats worked at a seemingly unlimited of tables. In the middle of the room stood a cube-like box. It looked to be the size of a regular room. Maybe 10ft by 10ft and 8ft high. Within the box were 12 people packed tight together. They wore tattered and torn business attire. Captive of Lily for some unknown length of time.

Lily tapped her foot on the floor. This earned the attention of some of the workers below.

“Beth,” Lily tapped her ear to speak into an unseen mic. A mousy brunette looked up at Lily and Marlo. “Can you show me another test of the Mini-bomb?”

Beth gave a thumbs up from below and walked over the cube holding the 6 people. With some taps of on the giant box, a hole in the floor opened as a small silver sphere was placed into the middle of the cube. The dozen of people screamed and ran against the walls, hoping to escape whatever fate was in-store for them.

No use.

The bomb exploded with a bright light, causing all those observing to shield their eyes.

Marlo slowly opened her eyes to see the cube was now filled with steam with no signs of movement. The steam slowly dissipated to reveal 12 piles of clothes.

Marlo stared up with fear at Lily who met her sister’s gaze and pointed back at the cube. “Watch.”

Beth pressed some more buttons on the side of the cube to open one of the walls. She and two more of Lily’s techs stepped inside and moved between the clothes piles. Once they completed their task, the trio emerged and stood directly under Lily and Marlo. They presented their hands upward.

That’s when Marlo noticed the 12 people squirming in the gloved palms of the techs.

“Isn’t it great, Mar?” Lily stood with her hands behind her back and watched with pleasure. “A bomb the size of grapefruit, capable of reducing all those standing within 100ft to the size of mice. Think of the uses. More terrifying than a nuke. Not only can it be transported nearly anywhere, but it doesn’t grant the victim the reprieve of death. No. Instead they are at the complete mercy of that who holds the bomb.”

Marlo stared up to her sister in fear as Lily continued her monologue.

“Right now. One of these lovelies is carefully packaged awaiting Amanda to unwrap it. Then, by this time tomorrow, you’ll be looking at the new Mistress of the United States.” Lily’s smile grew as she watched the techs place the dozen subjects into a pneumatic tube. Within seconds, a notification came from Lily’s desk.

Lily went and sat behind her desk and leaned back. Her bare feet propped onto the top of the desk.

“Mar. Do introduce the little ones to their new God, would you?”

Marlo carefully pulled the carier from the tube and opened it. She stared at the withering bodies within and sighed. She then stood on her tip-toes and dumped the contents onto the desk between her sister’s feet.

“Let me congratulate you all on being the first citizens of a new republic.” Lily teased the tinies between her titanic peds. “Now, for my first duty, let me teach you the new anthem…”

Marlo could only watch helplessly as her kid sister’s dreams of power grew ever closer…

Amanda stepped into her room and moaned with pleasure. The humidity had disappeared and was replaced by the crisp air of the hotel’s A/C.

Amanda saw her usual box waiting for her. She lifted it from the bed and placed it to the side. “Hm. Feels heavier.” She spoke aloud and then shrugged as she placed the box on one of the bedside tables. She placed her arms out into a ‘T’ fell back into the plush comforter of the bed.

Amanda then kicked off her shoes to reveal her sockless feet. The board members in their snug spots between her toes. Amanda’s moist skin was almost rubbery in texture.

“Sorry y’all.” She wiggled her toes and squished the faces. “We left London so quickly, I didn’t have time to shower.”

Looking up to her captor’s face from between the giant digits, one of the board members, Beatrice Yates, felt her stomach grumble. She thought about the lift she had built for herself and how well off she had been, but now her world was confined to the space between this bratty mercenary’s toes. Tears welled up in her eyes as the saltiness of Amanda’s sweat assaulted her face.

“Got some good news for y’all, though” Amanda spoke again. “All 5 of you have been bought. Beatrice and George, you are going to a friend I met in Mexico. Tyler, James, and Melissa. You get to enjoy the lovely Pacific Northwest.”

The five board members didn’t know what this meant. No longer were they going to be Amanda’s foot entertainment, but now they were going to some unknown worlds with new owners.”

Amanda let Mark and Lenny wallow in their respective prisons of her ass and vag. She couldn’t imagine the smell those two encountering. She then swung her legs onto the floor and rested her feet, her weight caused the board members to all cry-out in pain in unison which always made Amanda smile. It was like having squeakers on her feet.

She bent over and lifted the box up and placed it on her knees.

“This is the big one. -Lil” Amanda read the card from Lilly and contorted her face in confusion. “What does that mean?”

Amanda opened the box and saw her seductress carefully packaged in one half. But the other half contained something new. A small sphere. At that moment, as she sat in confusion, Amanda’s phone pinged. Mission details.

Amanda opened the message and began reading. Her eyes grew wider with each word. Her heart rate increased and she felt the butterflies in her flap around. All her missions were starting to piece together as a realization hit her.

“Holy crap. Lily really is a supervillain.” Amanda placed the box to the side and stared back down to the grimacing faces of the board members. “What if I told y’all I’m about to change the world?”

Amanda couldn’t believe what she was going to do as she held the metallic orb in her hands. The apple-sized metallic orb rolled delicately between her palms. It's cool surface almost mirrored the reality that was about to unfold. A cold future for all but those who Lily deemed worthy.

Amanda paused and held the orb in the sunlight peeking through her window blinds. Her toes flexed and squeezed absent-mindedly. The board-members nothing but physical objects in this liminal space which her mind now occupied.

“Me. A girl from nowhere. Now with the fate of the world in my hands.” Amanda thought to herself.

She thought back to when Lily first hired her nary a year prior. How quickly she had progressed. How she had held some of the most powerful people in the world under her control. This, however, was something different.  She wasn’t sure what Lily had planned, but she truly wanted to believe it was the best for the world’s future.

Amanda felt her tiny prisoners squirm against her skin. Her toes, ass, and pussy felt the pulsation of other living beings. Their lives at her mercy. She briefly thought how, if her mission was a success, Lily would be free to do equivalent acts of humiliation to the entire planet.  

Amanda’s eyes drifted from her hotel room out to the city below. She thought back to growing up poor. How she hadn’t asked to be born, but was shoved forth to a world that seemed to hold nothing but contempt for her existence and expected nothing but failure form her. How she was taught from a young age that one must  attack the world to survive and dominate to stay alive. Her mind thought back to how she and Lily had bonded in their early college years and how they shared similar views on success and work…at that moment, Amanda made her decision.

Seated upon her mattress, Amanda sighed and stretched her arms upward. The adrenaline flooding through her body as the weight of her future actions began to take hold. She softly wiggled her ass which rested firmly on the plush comforter below her.

“Hope you’re enjoying the ride, Mark.” Amanda teased down to her butt-cheeks as she remained firmly seated upon her mattress.

Amanda looked at her phone half expected further messages from Lily, but knew no more would come until her success…or failure. The order was given, and the plan was in motion. Even if she chose not to proceed, Amanda knew Lily would have others gladly take her place at another time and place.

She stretched her legs out front of her and stared at the Board Members. Their heads firmly between her toes and bodies dangling helplessly. She clenched her digits together and smiled as the faces disappeared between her flesh. Amanda closed her eyes and leaned back. Her bare back pressed against the plush surface of her hotel room’s mattress as her mind flooded with thoughts. Her fingers reached between her legs and fondled Lenny as her mind meditated on what lay ahead…

Lenny had become well acquainted with Amanda’s wants and needs. Though her fingers confidently and forcefully guided him to where she wanted, Lenny did his part. His small lips and tongue worked the best they could against his owner’s sensitive areas.

An hour later, Amanda lied on the sweat-soaked sheets  She yawned reached for her phone and groaned as an unexpected message from Lily awaited her. A simple, “J” was placed on Amanda’s screen. She found it a bit creepy how Lily always seemed to message her at the most ‘intimate’ times…

Amanda slowly rolled from the bed and rose to her full height. She stretched her limbs as far as they could go. Her naked body put on full display to anybody who may be lucky enough to see into her room. A satisfied yawn emitted from her mouth as her hands reached down. Lenny and Mark were plucked from their hiding places. Lifting her legs one at a time, she shook her feet; this tossed the Board Members aside non-chalantly. She then collected her menagerie and placed them in a glass vase by her window.

“Enjoy the view.” She teased with a wink. Her soft footsteps padded against the carpeted floor as she left her pets on her way way to the shower.

As she stood under the hot stream of the water, Amanda continued to play out all the scenarios Lily had laid out. How easy this was supposed to go. How quickly she was supposed to strike…Her hands worked over her soft skin ensuring to get every crevice. She wanted to make sure she was at her best for her world debut.

Within their prison, Amanda’s seven pets stared out from the glass. They could only stare helplessly onto the city below. Thanks to Amanda never speaking her plans aloud, they were unsure what was ahead, but knew it was something big. Amanda’s body was tense – Mark could swear her butt cheeks were trying to turn him into dust. 

Mark shivered as his naked body struggled to adapt to the last seventy-two hours; taken from his life in England to be the plaything of some snotty Yank.

“Hey, Kid.” Mark’s ears picked-up the accent which he was familiar with from American mob movies. He raised his head to meet Lenny’s eyes.

The two small men stared at one another. Neither felt shame from the other as their nude bodies were forced to mingle.

“What the hell do you want?” Mark asked Lenny; he attempted to put on his most intimidating Scouser persona.

“Oh, come on. What are you are you going to do to me that she hasn’t?” Lenny called Mark’s bluff.

Mark felt himself grow red with shame as the older man carefully walked toward him.

“I’m not sure what you did to make her do this to you, but know that we’re all here together.” Lenny spoke to Mark and waved to the Board Members.

“Okay?” Mark began, confused. “And this helps, how?”

Lenny sighed, “I’m sorry. It’s just. Where we’ve been. How she is…” Lenny’s voice trailed off. “You remind me of my own son…”

Mark watched as Lenny’s body slumped against the wall of the jar. The man obviously broken by Amanda’s actions.

Finished with her morning shower, Amanda dried herself. The soft cloth of the towel rubbed against her skin. The smell of her Coconut conditioner wafted in the air along with her vanilla lotion. She carefully applied her makeup and dressed herself. Her tinies carefully placed to maximize her own comfort.

She stared at herself in a wall-length mirror. A blue dress covered her fit form as her hair was done up into a bun. A pair of matching blue mules adorned her feet. As she tapped her phone, Amanda awaited for her ride. She struggled to keep herself from vomiting as the weight of her future actions weighed upon her. Within the next 4 hours, she would either be dead or kneeling before Lily as the new ruler of the free world.

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Lily smiled as her recent batch of tinies placed the final touches on her toes. A deep purple covered her nails.

“How royal.” Lily cooed as she wiggled her titanic digits. The dozens of miniature people forced to cower in her shadow. “Marlo,” Lilly commanded to her sister, “Help me choose some ornaments.”

Marlo abided and quickly scurried across the room to grab an oaken box. She returned to her sister’s side and opened the box to present Lily with the treasures inside.

Hundreds of miniature people were contained within the box. Some with their bodies contorted to resemble “Os”. Others embedded into real pieces of jewlery. There were also a couple of ‘necklaces’ of dozens of people strung together.

Marlo stood obediently as Lily softly hummed to herself and ran her fingers through the box. Just 48 hours prior, the box had been empty, but Lily had pushed hard to get ready for her ‘coronation’, as she had been calling it. Some of the richest people and most power politicians from around the globe were in the box.

Marlo’s eyes darted from the box and to her sister as Lily gleefully adorned herself.

“How’s this look?” Lily, finally finished, stepped back so that her small sister could take in her full form.

Marlo took in the sight. Lily wore a silken white dress which was designed in the style of a toga, it accentuated her natural curves nicely. Her fingers and toes were painted a deep shade of royal purple which seemed to suck in the light coming into the room.

Marlo’s mouth grew agape as she observed the ‘jewelry’ which Lily wore. Her earlobes were adorned with earrings. Though Marlo had to look closely, she could see the earrings were two tiny women compressed into balls, to Marlo they resembled pearls.

Around her sister’s neck hung one of the two necklaces. Marlo couldn’t guess how many people dangled precariously above Lily’s cleavage, but they were near the size of regular chain links – so there had to be dozens.

On her left hand, Lily wore a person around her thumb who Marlo instantly recognized. The CEO of Lily’s fiercest rival company. On Lily’s right middle finger, Marlo couldn’t believe it, but she was sure it one of the Russian president’s daughters.

Finally, Marlo’s eyes travelled to her sister’s feet. Lily’s toes wriggled happily as living toe rings wrapped around some of her digits.

“Too much?” Lily seemed eager for Marlo’s thoughts.

“Uh. Uhm.” Marlo struggled to speak, “No miss. I think you look dashing.”

“Oh! Come here you!” Lily squealed and stooped down to her sister’s dwarven height.

Marlo felt her heart-rate increase with fear as her larger younger sister hugged her tightly.

Lily placed her hands on Marlo’s shoulders and pushed herself back to a standing pose.

“Sis. I’ll be honest. Without all your initial hard work creating this wonderful technology. I’m not sure any of this would have been possible.” Lily’s eyes stared down into Marlo’s. “Just think. In a few hours, the world will have you to thank for helping me with ushering it into a new age.

Marlo felt her face grow with shame as she thought about how her sister had corrupted the good which she initially had for the shrinking technology. Inwardly she was a burning fire of rage and shame, outwardly she could only smile and curtsy to her larger sibling, “Thank you, miss…”

Amanda practiced breathing as she rode to her assigned area. One of Lily’s private drivers transported Amanda to her destination. She sweated in the backseat. Mark under her left armpit and Lenny under right. The board members lie in their usual places between Amanda’s increasingly prespring toes.

“So, uh, did Lil tell you anything?” Amanda attempted to make small talk with the driver. A familiar tall, yet stocky, blonde woman.

The driver ignored Amanda until they arrived at their destination. With a click, the doors unlocked. the driver looked in her rearview mirror.

“I wish you the best of luck.” She spoke, her Russian accent rang familiar in Amanda’s ears.

Amanda gulped heavily and nodded with a small smile. She took a deep breath as her left foot exited the car first.

It was now or never.

With a smile, Amanda approached security and showed her credentials. One of Lily Inc’s latest technologies had changed her blonde hair to a deep black and her eyes to a solid brown. A lanyard with a large plastic card hung around her neck. With a top of their handheld scanners, security waved Amanda in as a member of the press. A metallic orb hung from a necklace dangling above Amanda’s cleavage. Shrunk and awaiting its time to shine, literally.

Amanda’s mules softly clapped against the tile floor as she made her way to the heavily fortified conference center where the president, numerous congress persons, senators, and governors would be meeting. Finally, she arrived at her seat nestled amongst numerous other media members. Amanda struggled to keep herself from sweating; she could only imagine what her poor tinies were going through.

Mark sputtered and screamed as Amanda’s stubbly armpit rubbed against his body. Her sweat and hair covered him in a rough film. He had never experienced something quite like this; even his time in Amanda’s butt was almost preferred.

As she sat in her seat, Amanda prepared her grenade and observed the numerous security details. Slowly, the orb began to expand. Almost imperceptible to anybody watching, but she felt her chain grow slightly weightier with each passing minute. Her eyes glanced feverously around the room as she ensured each movement, she made was unnoticed. The president was soon to address the gathered audience.

Minutes prior to the president’s introduction, Amanda excused herself to the lady’s room. The grenade around above her breasts had almost become too heavy for the chain which held it.

As she stood in the bathroom, Amanda gagged into a sink. Her reflection stared back at her in disgust. Standing back to a proper pose, she dabbed her lips with a paper towel as she tried to regain her composure; however, she jumped as a stall opened behind her. An older black  woman smiled and stood next to Amanda, washing her hands.

“First presidential coverage?” The woman asked giving Amanda a friendly smile.

“Uh.” Amanda held in gag, “Yeah.”

The woman stepped to a wall and began pulling paper towels from a dispenser. “Oh I remember my first time. Don’t worry hun, you’ll do great.” With one more friendly grin, she left Amanda to herself in the bathroom.

As her watched clicked down, Amanda steadied herself. The grenade firmly in hand she stepped out the bathroom.

The next few minutes were confusing to anybody, even Amanda and Lily.

With a soft tap of her thumb Amanda triggered the grenade in her hand. She then acted like she dropped her clutch. As she stooped down, she softly tossed the grenade under the chair in front of her. With a near silent roll, the metallic orb slowly rolled 20ft ahead of Amanda. She then did her best to quickly exit the conference room without being noticed.

By the time Security noticed the haste at which Amanda moved it was too late.30 seconds later, a bright light erupted, and the world was changed forever.

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Lily screamed and clapped her hands as the news feed flashed bright white.

The camera soon regained focus, but the scene was something out of a sci-fi horror. The collected media and government officials were replaced by piles of clothes. Various items of equipment lay on the floor. It was if everybody had stripped and ran from the room. The feed cut back to the studio as a concerned anchorwoman looked on in horror.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” she began “It appears that we are having some slight technical difficulties.”

Lilly laughed. “Yeah. ‘Technical Difficulties’.” She raised her hands in the air and curled her fingers into air quotes.

“Mar. Pop the champagne. Sis is about to make her debut.”

Amanda struggled to stand as she stood outside the hotel. The ringing of innumerable sirens signaled that her mission had been complete. With a tap of her watch, her dress changed to an emerald green and her hair and eyes returned to their normal colour. A gift from Lily.

As she quickly walked down Canal street. Her feet pounded against the ground, much to the displeasure of the board members, she stared at the sidewalk in front of her. Screams and yells filled the air until a familiar voice popped into her ears…

“Hello, all!” Lily’s perky voice popped onto the airwaves. “You may know me as Lily Fountainbleau, owner and Chairwoman of Lily International.”

Lily smiled to herself as she spoke into the headset clasped onto her blond hair. She stared down and wiggled her purple toes.

“Now don’t be frightened,” she he added, “this is all part of my regularly scheduled world takeover.”

Lily let her words hang in the air.

“For far too long, the world’s governments have failed to advance mankind, womankind, whateverkind.” Lily spoke proudly, “I thought it was about time somebody began to guide us into a new future. A future where power was clearly defined and a strong leader could get us beyond corporations. Beyond governments. Somebody we all could unite under to lead us into a different future.”  Lily’s face beamed with pride as her speech erupted from her mouth, “And I think I may just be that somebody to get us there…”

Back in New Orleans, Amanda observed as the city came to a standstill. People were glued to their phones and the nearest screens. Lily’s smiling blonde face filled the screens. Amanda stopped and admired her employer – her eyes drank in Lily’s jewelry.

“These next few months will be a challenge, I admit.” Lily continued, “But with my fearless leadership, we will emerge as strong and powerful species with a clear future. No more fighting amongst ourselves. No more racism. No more sexism. Only one planet. United under Lily.”

Amanda continued her walk back to her hotel.  Lily stood triumphantly on every screen dressed in a white dress, purple lipstick, and purple nails. Amanda felt herself grow moist as Lily’s voice filled the air. A trumpet reminiscent of Gabriel’s to signal the dawning of something new.

Epilogue:
A year later, Amanda stood before a class of 50 individuals. Members of Lily’s new enforcement group. They occupied a room in the latest Lily-Corp re-education center. Ironically enough, it stood on the former site of Disney World which brought a new meaning to “The Happiest Place on Earth”.

Amanda smiled as she stared around the room. Eager faces stared back at her. They all were hoping to find their place in Lily’s new world and Amanda hoped to be the one guide them.

“…and that ends the theory portion of the class. Who here would like to see a live demonstration?”

Cheers answered Amanda’s question.

With a press of a button, the wall behind Amanda opened to reveal a group of 15 men and women locked in large transparent cube.

“These rebels…” Amanda began but was interrupted by boos and hisses. She smiled and continued, “Were caught trying to sabotage the construction of one of the latest space ports. Luckily our security is some of the best of the best and quickly put an end to their nefarious goals.”

Amanda reached under her desk and pulled a gun out. It resembled her old Reductress but in a larger form factor, it was more a rifle than a pistol.

“Who would like to do the honours?” Amanda asked the class with a grin. Hands went up and shouts came from across the room for Amanda to pick them. Amanda’s eyes settled on a quiet brunette in the middle row.

“You!” Amanda pointed and made eye contact with her chosen individual. “Come on up!” she waved her hand to welcome the girl eagerly.

“What’s your name?” Amanda asked once the student was before her.

The girl blushed and then softly told Amanda, “Heather.”

“Well, Heather, welcome to your first use of a Reductress 3.0. This girl was designed to handle groups of 100s. Let’s see how it handles this handful.”

Amanda then handed the gun to Heather and instructed her on its use. She stepped back and watched as Heather pulled the trigger. An invisible wave of heat hit the group of rebels who all screamed out in terror as they felt themselves being reduced in size. Steam filled the cube.

Amanda congratulated Heather, who received applause form her cohorts, and took the rifle from her. Amanda then turned on a screen near the top of the room and stepped into the box.

The students watched as a zoomed-in view showed Amanda step onto the rubberized floor of the hidden room. The steam cleared and the image on the screen was mesmerizing.

Amanda’s yellow-painted toes peeped from open-toe clogs and softly wiggled while the rebels cowered in fear. They stood no larger than 4-inches. She then turned once more to her students, “Now they’re ready to get these callouses from my soles!”

Laughter erupted as Amanda felt herself beam with pride…Lily’s world was working out well.