Hunter was awoken by his body being pulled from the
swampiness of Olivia’s unwashed feet. He soon sensed himself hanging upside
down as Olivia gripped his left foot.
He opened his eyes to see Olivia’s giant faced scrunched in
a sign of disgust.
“Dude. I have no idea how you survived an entire day down
there. Your hair is a mess, you’re covered in God knows what, and you smell
like salty and vinegar.”
Hunter’s head pounded and throbbed. No doubt signs of
dehydration.
“uhhhhh” he moaned, his dry lips smacked together
“That bad, huh?” Olivia scrunched her face up once more. “Let’s
go get you some water.”
Hunter opened his eyes once more to Olivia carried him
dangling from her fingers. He couldn’t help but notice she was still naked in
the morning light pouring through the Mansion’s windows. He never realized how
toned she was. He concurred that was as benefit of being rich, being able to
diet and exercise to achieve your peak.
“You know. When I bought this place, I pictured myself half
countless friends and family over. Maybe a husband with kids, but here we are.
Myself and 7 little munchkins running around taking care of 14 bedrooms, a
study, a private gym, kitchen, a sunroom, and three living areas. I guess when
one’s ambitions are as strong as mine, life can wait.” Olivia, for some reason,
monologued to Hunter as she walked down the hall and the stairs to the central
foyer. Her shoes from the day prior since put away, but Sandra left to lie
where she passed out.
“Poor little woman. If only she knew this was all her
husband’s doing.” Olivia scolded and walked over to Sandra’s tiny form. She
carefully nudged the tiny woman with her left foot’s big toe.
“Wakey wakey, Sandy.”
Sandy was poked roughly in the side by the giant digit, but
she did not awaken. Hunter’s heart rate increased as he watched his wife lay
motionless at Olivia’s foot.
In her mind, Sandra imagined she and Hunter were small and
attending to a barbeque hosted by Olivia. How they made their way from person
to person and were able to live a relaxing life in her service. Olivia cared
for them and countless others and all she asked for was their adoration…Sandra
slowly awoke as the world shook
“There we go.” Olivia chirped as Sandra slowly awoke.
Hunter’s heart rate slowed, but the next moments caused it
to sink.
Sandra slowly sat up as Olivia’s big toe hovered nearby. The
sight of the massive naked blonde caused her to awaken even quicker. Olivia’s massive
body shined in the morning light coming through the foyer’s skylight like that
of an angel. Her highlighted abs and toned arms and legs really displayed just
how much more perfect she was than Sandra’s self or even Hunter…
Slowly, Sandra rose to her feet and stumbled over to
Olivia’s giant appendage. With what little strength she had, she heaped
adoration onto the gigantic big toe.
“Thank you, miss.” She heard the words come out of her mouth
reminding her of Connor. “Thank you so much for rescuing me.”
“Oh this is just wonderful. You see that Hunter. Your wife’s
first moments awake and she only wants to thank me, as she should.”
Olivia wriggled her burgundy toes with glee.
“How about the other foot, hun?” she extended her left foot
for Sandra’s adoration and was rewarded by the smaller woman rushing to the
toes and smacking her chapped lips over the nails.
As Sandra kissed the burgundy surface however, she saw her
own reflection and Olivia towering above and also Hunter’s dangling body from
her fingers. Sandra stepped back and screamed up to the giant woman.
“Put him down!” She screamed.
The earbud in Olivia’s ear picked up the sound
loud-and-clear.
“Awe dang. I thought I was close to helping y’all get a
divorce. Jen would’ve loved that.” Olivia spoke to Hunter and then raised her
right foot over Sandra.
“I appreciate the bravery, but you will speak to me with
manners. Now, what did you ask me?” Olivia hovered her barefoot over Sandra who
fell on her back cowering.
“Uh. Could you p-please place Hunter down…ma’am?” Sandra
spoke in a hushed towe.
“Much better.” Olivia replied and placed Hunter down next to
his wife.
“Oh Hunty! I looked for you last night!” Sandra screamed and
then rushed to her tiny husband giving him a bear-hug.
“Gross. You know y’all are covered in my foot sweat right?”
Olivia attempted to tease, but was ignored. “Whatever. Follow me if you want
breakfast.”
The couple followed Olivia into the kitchen where, in a
corner sat two small dog bowls. The Fab 5 gathered around both.
“Water. Food.” Olivia pointed and then walked off to attend
to her own needs.
Hunter approached behind Connor who was already cleaned up. He
didn’t say anything about the prior night. He looked into the bowl below, a
pool-sized amount of water filled the bowl. All the other tinies drank with
their hands and by sticking their lips into he water. Hunter sighed at Olivia’s
games and then shrugged. He cupped his hands into the water bowl and took heavy
sips.
Sandra, on the other hand, came up behind Steve and Mel and
took a few sips of water to ease her throat and then struck up a conversation.
“How long have you both been living like this. Last I saw
you were going on a Vacation for Easter?” Sandra asked as she looked at the
couple smaller than herself but larger than her partner.
“That’s it.” Steve replied. “We told you all that so you
wouldn’t worry. We drove straight to Olivia’s office after work and by that
night she had us being trained by Tiffany and Connor. And 4 months later you
joins us.”
“You should’ve told us. You know Hunter and I would’ve done
anything to help.” Sandra replied.
“And look where you are now.” Mel replied snidely. “It’s no
fair. You and Hunter. Steve and I. We all worked hard for what we have..had,”
Mel corrected herself, “And what did that get us. Nothing but being owned by a
bitch born with a Silver Spoon in her mouth who thinks she’s self-made.”
“What wash shtat?” Olivia appeared suddenly behind the group
causing them all to jump with fright. She chewed on a protein bar.
“Oh. Uh. Nothing Miss. We were just talking about successful
you are and how smart you are to have such a great business.” Mel ran to and
groveled at Olivia’s titanic peds.
Olivia smirked and swallowed the protein bar. “Cool. I got a
get together this afternoon. Invited some old friends and students over. A way
to exchange ideas. Your daughter will be here.” Olivia took another bite of her
protein bar and thumped away.
“That fucking bitch.” Steve screamed, not caring if Olivia
heard him.
“Oh my God.” Sandra exclaimed, “I forgot all about Hailey.”
Mel began to cry as Steve carried the conversation, “Yeah.
We were struggling to pay for her school and along with everything else, we
reached out to a Debt Consolidator. Olivia was the biggest name on the Eastern
Seaboard – no pun intended. The only thing we asked is that she cover Hailey’s
school and make sure she never saw us like this.”
Hunter and Olivia stared at one
another, unsure as to what the night would bring…
At 6 O’clock that night, the party had begun. Olivia wore a burgundy
dress to match her nails.
Hunter and Sandra both agreed that she looked stunning.
Additionally, she had pulled in some favours from business
partners. Olivia’s 7 servants were joined by 43 others to make 25 pairs of
servants. Enough for the small group which Olivia had invited.
“This is so humiliating.” Hunter whispered up to Sandra who
stood at attention with the 48 other tinies.
A professionally printed sign reading “Take 2” was behind
the smaller people. They were nothing but party accessories for the guests to
use as they pleased.
Caterer’s walked by with trays of snacks – each one
snickering at the display.
“Oh No. Please anybody but her.” Melanie nearly screamed as
a tall redhead approached the table and peered around the tinies.
“No way. Mr. and Mrs. Yantz?” The girl looked at Steve and
Mel.
“Hiiii Becky.” Mel attempted to be civil.
Becky wore an earbud like Olivia in her right ear.
“So, this is that trip around the world Hails said y’all went
on?” Becky raised one Eyebrow.
“Becky, please. We would greatly appreciate it if you chose
another two people.” Mel attempted to beg, but was no use.
“Sorry Mrs.Yantz, but Professor Grace said all y’all are
trained to listen to every command and I can’t wait to rub this is Hailey’s
face.”
Hunter and Sandra barely had time to react to the Yantz’
being pulled from the table before their own nightmare entered the party.
“Of fucking course, she would invite her.” Hunter leaned
into Sandra once again. Jen approached rom across the yard.
“I think she’s just going for the cookies.” Sandra attempted
to assuage her husband as Jen perused the dessert table.
However, red velvet cookie in hand, Jen continued her march
onto where they stood. She was dressed in a black cocktail dress and black
leather heels. Her medium-length hair was held in a tight bun wrapped with a diamond
band. Her nails, oddly enough, were bare.
“Fuck fuck fuck.” Hunter struggled not to piss himself with
fear.
Soon Jen was towering over the table. Her right hand on her hip,
she held the cookie in her left. She took a bite and chewed slowly, a content
grin on her lips.
Hunter and Sandra watched as Jen swallowed the bite and then
opened her mouth to speak.
“Y’all. This catering is absolutely wonderful. Olivia sure knows
how to put on a shindig.” Jen savoured the taste in her mouth as her eyes
settled on the sight of Hunter and Sandra’s tiny, naked bodies. Forced to stand
and wait for herself or somebody else to use them.
“Hunter, you’re looking better than when I saw you the other
day. How do I look?” She asked and took another bite of the cookie while
awaiting a response.
Hunter stood in fear. He looked up to the giantess and and
then up to his wife. Both women towered over him. Sandra wore a quizzical look
on her face.
“When did you see Jen?” She asked, a tinge of something in
her voice that Hunter couldn’t quite identify. Jealousy? Curiosity?
“Well. Uh. After the class the other day…” Hunter grew
dizzy, but was, thankfully, saved as Jen spoke.
“I got to shee the widdle man between ‘livia’s toesh.” Jen
answered for Hunter, cookie crumbs flew from her mouth onto Hunter, Sandra, and
the other assorted tinies.
Sandra glanced at Hunter, “You didn’t tell me that Olivia
showed you off to your Ex?” her voice contained hurt, it was distinctive this
time.
“Sandy. I. If I. Olivia said…” Hunter stumbled over his
words.
Jen enjoyed the squirming of her ex as he sought to explain
things to his tiny wife. She knew, however, that he couldn’t say anything that
would make an already miserable situation worse.
Jen popped the last morsel of cookie between her ruby red
lips and then spoke, “Here, I’ll explain everything over a mani-pedi.”
With one fell swoop of her right hand, Sandra and Hunter
were snatched from the table…
Olivia stood on the Mansion’s back patio which overlooked her
40-acre backyard. Her eyes watched the collective guests mingle and connect. The
tinies were scooped up eagerly. Olivia’s eyes examined all the stations she had
set-up to incorporate the ‘lessers’ into the party.
-Mani-pedi station
-Facial station
-Games with living pieces
“MOM!” “DAD!” A scream pulled Olivia’s attention to a poolside cabana. Hailey
Yantz had arrived. Olivia took a sip of her champagne and moved slowly down to
the cabana.
“Becky. How could you!? And mom and dad what the hell!?” The
blonde screamed at the sight of her tiny parents polishing her soccer teammate’s
jewelry.
“Oh, Hails. Relax. I haven’t even made them give me a
pedicure yet.” Becky waved off Hailey’s tantrum.
Olivia entered the Cabana and finished her champagne, “Girls.
What seems to be the problem here?”
Both younger women turned their sights toward Olivia’s
majestic appearance.
“Hails is jealous I got to her parents before she could,
Professor Grace.” Becky grabbed the tiny people and held them close to her chest.
“First of all. No. Second. My own parents? Gross.” Hailey
corrected her friend. “I’m just…shocked and hurt is all. They never told me
that this is actually where they were going. I’ve been living like an orphan
off the ‘scholarship’ they left me, but all along they were working for you, Ms.Grace?
Not travelling the world?”
“They’ve never set foot off property.” Olivia spoke softly
to Hailey. “Your parents abandoned you, dear.” She began to twist the knife to finalize
Steve and Melanie’s downfall.
The Yantz family had been a thorn in the Grace family’s side
for decades. Competing businesses in nearly every vertical, but slowly Olivia
was able to wear them down. It took 6 years, but one by one the Yantz empire
was dismantled thanks to Olivia’s shrewd moves – she cut them off from
suppliers, bought land from under then, maybe bribed a few politicians. It all
led up to the moment when Melanie Yantz (Steve took his wife’s more prestigious
name) came crawling to her.
“They had huge problems. Embezzlement you know?” Olivia
continued
Hailey and Becky both looked at the tiny couple with widened
eyes.
“I mean. I knew things were bad, but…” Hailey tried to
speak, but began to choke-up.
“Oh yes. Greed and hubris are a terrible mix.” Olivia
stepped forward to stand next to Hailey and wrapped an arm around the girl’s shoulders.
“They eventually came to me hoping I would help them in
their ways. They knew they could avoid prison time by transferring their assets
and then pretending they left the country.” Olivia smiled at Steve and Mel who
both were red in the face and screaming. Unfortunately for them, the Cabanas
were a ‘quite zone’ earbuds were muted to promote ‘relaxation’.
“Though they planned to leave you with nothing, I couldn’t’
stand to see you struggle. So I put forward a small amount to assist you…from
the shadows.” Olivia pulled Hailey in closer.
“You paid for my college and living expense, professor?” Hailey
asked, sniffling.
“Absolutely. I couldn’t stand to see them abandon you.”
Olivia smirked at the tiny couple who were now crying themselves as their
daughter was beginning to believe Olivia.
“Thank you….” Hailey cried “…so what do you do with them?”
she pointed to her tiny parents in Becky’s grasp.
“Well they now work for me. I take care of them and in
return, they do what is asked of them. They know it’s better than rotting away
in prison for the rest of their lives.” Olivia smirked.
At this point, Mel and Steve knew Olivia had no intention of
ever letting them free. “YOU LYING BITCH!” Mel screamed followed by Steve “WE
SIGNED A CONTRACT!”
Becky placed a finger over both their faces to silence them.
“Sorry. The squeaks were annoying.” She looked apologetically at Hailey.
“If you’d like. I can offer you a job out of college. One of
my cousins is about a year younger than you, but she’s set to take over as VP
of Marketing at Grace Family Chicken. If you’d like, I can see if she’d been
interested in an executive assistant?” Olivia pushed the last domino to topple
the Yantz’s.
Hailey struggled to think. Struggled to breath. “I. I think
that would be nice, professor. Thank you for taking care of me…and them, I
suppose.” Hailey hugged Olivia who stood about an inch taller.
“You know you can reach me anytime if you’d like to see
them.” Olivia stepped back and look Hailey in the eyes.
“Thank you. But I don’t think I have any parents. I’m going
to go home now. Sorry to leave.” Hailey struggled not to break down.
“Oh. Hailey. It’s Okay.” Olivia gave the girl another deep
hug and saw her on her way.
Olivia stopped in the kitchen and did a small dance. Another
win and one step closer to her goals.
Steve and Melissa were stunned. Their daughter had
completely disowned them, and Olivia had revealed that they were hers forever.
What fresh hell had they agreed to.
“Soooo…y’all wanna finish polishing them rings?” Becky asked
in the Cabana now empty save for her and the tiny Yantz’s…
Jen walked into the Mani-Pedi tent and was greeted by 10
stations spread around the large tent. 8 of which were occupied. She took a
seat in an empty seat in a corner.
“Oh. This is very plush.” Her body sank into the rich
leather of the chair. “Oh isn’t that cute. A little workstation for you two.”
At the foot of the chair was a polished oaken footstool.
Leather adorned the surface so that feet could rest without slipping. Tools
were set delicately ready to be used.
Jen placed Sandra and Hunter onto the foot stool while she
adjusted herself in the chair. As she did this a young man dressed in a three
piece waiter’s outfit approached carrying what looked like a hors d'oeuvre
tray. When he stopped next to Jen, however, he bent down and revealed that the tray
carried dozens of polishes and lacquers.
“What will be interesting the lady tonight?” He asked.
Jen took in all the choices and then spotted her choice, “I’ll
take that blackest black, please.”
“Certainly, ma’am.” The waiter carefully unscrewed the
polish and filled a receptacle by Hunter and Sandra. “This will keep the polish
fresh while they work.”
“Oh how wonderful!” Jen was amazed by the technology that
had been developed to assist shrunken people with their tasks and duties.
“Anything else, miss?” The young man asked.
“You won’t be needing to pay off your loans anytime soon,
will you?” Jen asked with a glint in her eye.
The waiter gulped and quickly scooted off.
“Damn. I always scare them away.” She spoked to her tiny
couple.
“I’ll unbuckle these heels and then y’all can get to work.”
Jen bent down and slowly undid her heels and placed them delicately on the
ground.
She was taller than Olivia and her foot size showed – a 12
was stamped on each insole. She threw out her legs onto the leather pads on the
foot rest and leaned into the chair. “Ohhh, they may make my ass pump, but
those things are never fun to wear for more than a couple hours. Wouldn’t you
agree, Sandy?”
Sandy and Hunter, however, we preoccupied with the sight of
Jen’s soles towering above them. The skin was moistened and redden from her being
on her feet the past hour. The humidity helped none, making things twice as
worse compared to if it was a dry heat.
Jen leaned forward and adjusted her feet so that they were
flat against the leather. Hunter and Sandra stood at her toes. Sandra could
easily reach her nails, but Hunter she doubted would be much use.
“Hmmm. Looks like little Hunty will have to do the dirty
work while Sandra does the painting. Sound like a deal to y’all?” Jen asked
slyly.
The tiny couple looked at one another and then Hunter spoke
up to his giant Ex, “Uh. What do you mean by dirty work?”
“Well you gotta take care of the regis, clean under the
nail, push back cuticles, take care of hang nails before you can paint, silly.”
Jen informed Hunter.
“And how exactly am I to do that? These tools may work for
Sandra, but you see I’m just a bit too small…” Hunter awaited Jen’s reply.
Jen revealed a toothy grin, “I see a very capable mouth. If
you use it for something other than talking, that would be great.”
Hunter nearly gagged at the thought of being used as a
living foot scraper.
“Uh. Jen. I don’t know…” But stopped as Jen’s right foot
slowly raised above him.
“It’s either you do it now or I take you home and I know
Olivia would let me…” Jen spoke aggressively “And it’s Miss Malone. A speck
like you doesn’t get to use my first name.”
“Sorry…Miss Malone…” Hunter continued to feel defeated with
each passing day.
“Now get going so your lovely wife can do her job.” Jen
leaned back and relaxed.
Sandra watched with pity as her tiny husband was forced to
lick and eat the dirt and loose skin from between and around his ex’s massive
toes. She felt pain for him, but then Jen spoke.
“You know this is all his fault, right?”
Hunter’s heart sank, “Jen…Please.”
Jen shook her foot, rattling Hunter’s world. “Shut. The.
Fuck. Up. Keep eating that foot gunk.”
“What do you mean?” Sandra asked. Curious.
“Oh. The little crusader for righteousness you married. I
remember how he tried to fill my mind with that. But I knew better. It was all
a grift. What he really wanted to do was be the man in charge. Push his ideas.
Push his beliefs – regardless of what was really right or wrong.”
Sandra looked at Hunter who was silently crying while his
tongue lapped under a toenail.
“I saw it when I was working with him. I saw it when I hung
out with him. And I saw it when I was fucking him. Fortunately, his ideas were
too big for his wallet. He never could get the capital together to get anything
off the ground…that was until you both started associating with Olivia.”
Jen loved letting everything spill as she sipped on a Cranberry-Vodka.
“Oh yeah. When you two met Olivia through the philanthropic
circles, he was practically groveling to her for handouts form the get-go. A
few thousand here another thousand there. Not too much, but it built up slowly
over time.”
Sandra didn’t want to believe what she was hearing, but it
all did make sense. Hunter’s sudden want and ability to run for office.
“Olivia, however, she played the long game. She knew what the
little man had in mind. The future he wanted and it was one without the Grace’s.
So she pushed him to run for Mayor, offered him loan after loan and made sure
he lost.”
“Is this true, Hunt?” Sandra asked.
“Babe. Don’t Li-“ He attempted to protest, but Jen’s toe crushed
down on him.
“Lick. Piggy.” She barked and then returned to the history
lesson.
“Olivia knew it was time to strike when he was at his
lowest. He had lost the election, could no longer support you, and couldn’t
find work. He had nothing to offer her save for himself, but Olivia wondered if
she could squeeze him for something more. If he’d throw his little wifey under
the bus to avoid being humiliated alone. And sure enough…”
“So. Wait. None of this involved me.” Sandra asked, her mind
flooded with thoughts.
“None of it. You were nothing but a piece in your Husband’s
game and now in Olivia’s. Don’t get me wrong, Olivia had always been a bit
Jealous at how happy you two were. She did try to make a move after he and I
broke up, but Little Mr.Righteous was too good for her until he needed a pocket
to pilfer.”
“What does this mean?” Sandra asked, about to pass out.
“Not much, unfortunately. Your husband lost at life and
brought you down with him. You’re stuck now, but I would say you’re also free. Free
to no longer care what happens to him. Free to follow your own desires.” Jen poured
on the philosophy.
Sandra’s mind ran wild, her thoughts about Olivia. How powerful
the woman was and what she was capable of. How Hunter had been absent during
most of this, not that he had a choice, but it was his fault. Hell, he was too
stupid to realize that he could’ve chosen any height under 10 inches to be
reduced to.
Jen smirked as the wheels in Sandra’s mind turned. The seed
had been planted and all that was left was to watch it grow.
“Sandra. Please.” Jen’s toe lifted off his body and he
attempted to beg for his larger wife’s forgiveness.
“Get away from me. Shrimp.” Sandra kicked him away so that
he fell back at Jens’ toes.
“You heard the lady. Shrimp. Get back to work.” Jen ordered.
Hunter ,heart and mind broken, returned back to licking the
feet of his malicious ex while his wife watched.
30 minutes later Jen inspected the little man’s work. “Good
enough. Sandra, go ahead and start painting.”
Sandy silently worked, her brush strokes were precise and
calculated. It was almost therapeutic. It allowed her to focus on something
other than the bomb she had just been hit with.
When Sandy finished, Jen lifted her feet and admires the
smaller woman’s work. “Oh. Impeccable. Not a smear anywhere and the coat is so
smooth. I’m sure other guests are going to love having you at more events
forward.
Sandra blushed at Jen’s compliments. “Thank you, Miss
Malone.”
Jen laughed, “Oh please. You can call me Jen.”
Sandra blushed once more.
“Oh hey. One more thing. Can you help me with a tie up a lose
end? You can tie a knot, right?” Jen pulled a small segment of black string from
her pocket and smiled.
“I was in scouts.” Sandra smiled back.
Hunter screamed as Sandra pounced upon him at Jen’s
directive. She was more than happy to help with this task. He attempted to
fight and squirm, but it was no use. With a bit of struggle, Sandra stood up
and admired her work.
Hunter lay on the ground. His wrists were bound to his
ankles with the rope so that his body formed a near circle with his face facing
outward.
“Great. Help me put him on?” Jen asked.
Sandra nodded and grunted as she picked up her toddler-sized
husband and approached the ring-toe on Jen’s right foot. With the larger woman’s
assistance.
Both women laughed as Hunter was now worn like a ring.
“Damn. I always wanted to do this with a tiny.” Jen wiggled her
toes proudly. Hunter’s squirming body rubbed against her skin his tiny screams
like music to her ears.
Sandra watched as Jen slipped her feet back into her heels
and did the buckles. Jen extended her palm for Sandra to hop on.
Holding the smaller woman at face-level, Jen spoke with a
smile. “I think this may be the start of a new friendship. Shame we had that
little twerp acting as a wedge.”
“Well. Now he’s in yours” Sandra quipped.
“I love it! Let’s go find Olivia.” Jen walked form the chair,
but was replaced by another person…
“I’m really glad Miss Grace invited us to this. Aren’t you?”
A bubbly voice asked an unseen captive.
“Lauren. Please. I’m sorry for how I’ve behaved. Can you ask
her to grow me back.”
“Oh. Natey. It’s too late for that. Coach had us running
laps today, so I could really use a foot rub though. You can do that for your
manager, right?”
“Yes ma’am…” The smaller boy approached the bare soles of
his ‘manager’ and began rubbing.