“Y’all know the rules” Olivia McKenzie Grace smirked as she spoke across the table. A pair of dejected faces dared not look her in the eyes. “You sign these here papers and I’ll pay off your debts. Only thing is you gotta work them off for a few years. Typical stuff for agreements like this.” Her icy blue eyes watched intently as the  faces across the table looked at one another and then back at her. A young man and young woman.

“And…that’s it? Nothing crazy?” The woman asked, tears welled in her eyes.

“Come on, Sandra. Y’all have known me for what, 4 years now? I wouldn’t do anything to you two that I haven’t done to nobody else.” Olivia replied and leaned back in her chair.

Sandra stared at the man to her right, “Hunter. We really don’t have a choice. It’s either do this or lose it all to the creditors.”

Olivia could tell Hunter was exasperated, his thick brown hair was overgrown, and a rough stubble covered his face. Months of being unable to find work had broken him and led he and Sandra to her.

Olivia didn’t know their struggles. Though Sandra and Hunter both came from well off families, times had gotten rough even for them. Olivia, however, came from a family whose name was etched in the papers and buildings that built the state. Their wealth and connections had allowed her to live a life a luxury; a near-limitless trust fund allowed her to make her own life for herself. A life that she adored.

Thanks to Olivia’s family (and a recent ruling by the U.S. supreme court), she and others in her situation were able to pay off others’ debts if, in return, they were paid back what they owed. Olivia had made a name for herself with 100s of others like Sandra and Hunter being ‘customers’ of her company, “Graceful Debt Services”.

Olivia thought back to former friends and acquaintances who she ‘helped’. Many still worked back at her estate. She nearly salivated at the though of adding Sandra and Hunter to her stable. Their perfect marriage had always made Olivia a bit jealous. She couldn’t believe how happy they were, but finally fate led them to her doorstep.

“Can you not make us too small?” Sandra looked at woman whom she had met through Charleston’s social circles. The woman who knew some of her deepest secrets.

Olivia smiled and looked Sandra in her eyes. “Hun. I promise you won’t be no smaller than 5 inches.”

Sandra nearly broke as reality struck her.

“We’ll sign.” Hunter reached for the tablet on the center of the table.

Sandra attempted to stop her husband, but stopped herself. She knew this was the only way for them to keep what they had.

Hunter tapped his ID card against the tablet and placed a thumb on a connected fingerprint scanner. He wordlessly handed the device to his wife who repeated the actions.

Olivia rose form her seat and stood over the seated couple. Her right arm extended for a hearty handshake. Hunter and Sandra each shook limply.

“It’s sure gonna be great having y’all around the house. Currently have about 5 others who would love to have the help. I’m a real slave drive y’know.” Olivia winked at Sandra and Hunter and watched the blood drain from their faces. “I’m joking! But I do expect y’all to really put all you got for me. Now if y’all will follow me.”

Oliva opened a door behind her desk and waved the couple through.

The trio stepped through the door, Sandra and Hunter both followed meekly as Olivia led the way.

“Now this should be a relatively quick process. Just a word of warning, I will be seeing y’all naked as clothes don’t shrink. The eggheads never did figure that out. Not that y’all have a choice now – I already own all y’alls stuff!”

Sandra attempted to protest, but Olivia turned around.

“I mean. If you’d like I could always make you about 1 inch; definitely tougher for me to see ya.” Olivia spoke to Sandra who currently stood 2 inches taller than her own 5ft 7in height.

“Uh. I think we’ll manage.” Hunter butted in.

“Alrighty then.” Olivia turned around and continued down the hall until she and her ‘customers’ stood in a small room with nothing but an oak table with a small gun.
“Some of my competitors prefer the full-size tubes, but this is more fun. Reminds me of growing up and going to the gun range.” Olivia walked toward the table and grabbed the gun. It looked no different than any regular handgun save for a large cylinder sticking from under the grip.

Olivia motioned with the gun, “Y’all go stand against that wall there.”

Hunter and Sandra glanced apprehensively at one another until Olivia stamped a heeled foot.

“Go on now. Y’all my only appointment today and I want to introduce you to the family.”

The couple held hands and walked toward the wall. They then turned to face Olivia who stood about 6ft away

“Alright. You both close your eyes less you wanna be blind. I’ll count to three and shoot one then the other.” Olivia took a stance behind the table.

Hunter and Sandra’s hands held shakily, both were covered in sweath.

“1…2…3….” Sandra heard the gun pop and then Hunter’s hand slowly dwindle until it fell away.

“He looks alright, Sandy!” Olivia yelled and counted once more.

“1…2…3…”

Sandra’s ears barely registered the sound of the gun before she felt the heat cover her body. It was like being tossed into a microwave. Her skin tingled, but didn’t burn. She felt her clothes begin to disintegrate. It was over in seconds.

Sandra coughed as the air was filled with steam and smoke. She opened her eyes and became dizzy. The size of the new world was something she could not have imagined.

THUMP. THUMP

Sandra’s ears ached as the lard thumps enveloped her. Her eyes were able to focus on Olivia’s approaching body. Sandra stared up in awe at the woman who used to look up at her.

From Sandra’s point of view, the scene was different. A soft pop from her hand and Hunter and Sandra fizzled down to near nothing. A small bit of steam and smoke was left, but nothing that bothered her. She placed the gun down and took a few strides over to where her newest ‘customers’ shrank.

Olivia smiled with her hands on her hips. She stood like the Colossus of Rhodes with her legs apart. This allowed her new assets to see clearly up her skirt.

“5 inches, just as we agreed.” She squinted down to Sandra who’s tiny neck craned upward. “Hunter, since you never told me what you wanted. I just went with the default. 2 inches.”

Sandra couldn’t believe her eyes. Olivia’s titanic form stood before her. Olivia’s right foot adorned in a black heel was placed almost perfectly in front of her. Olivia’s burgundy painted toes wiggled in the footwear. Sandra continued to move her view skyward, but paused. Her eyes looked up Olivia’s skirt and she couldn’t believe that the woman had gone commando.

“Though Hunter might appreciate the sight.” Olivia teased as she watched Sandra look up her skirt.

Sandra felt her face burn with anger at the though of Olivia teasing or trying to lure her husband.

Olivia squatted down, not only bringer her bare crotch closer to the tiny couple, but her moon-like face.

“Alright y’all. I’m gonna pick you up and put you in my pocket. In a few hours we’ll be home.”

Sandra screamed as Olivia’s giant hand engulfed her…

Olivia purposefully placed Sandra and Hunter into different pockets. She then went about her day finalizing paperwork.

“Okay. 2 O’Clock. Quitting time.”

Stuffed inside Olivia’s skirt pocket. Sandra’s mind was flooded with thoughts. Olivia’s bare genitals. How tyrannical she already seemed. How this would be the next 15 years of her own life. She’d be 44 when she was regrown while Olivia would be 42. She grabbed her knees and curled into a ball and wept.

Olivia drove home in her Range Rover blaring the latest pop-country hit. She sang along, much to the misery of her Hunter and Sandra.

“…I stabbed his tires with the broken bottles from his drinkinnnnnnn….” She crooned.

Finally she arrived to her gated driveway. Her initials, O.M.G. graced the wrought iron of the gate. Her 10 bedroom home was a quarter-mile drive up the concrete road.

Olivia parked in her 8 car garage which contained 2 other land rovers. And 5 sports cars she didn’t know or care the name of – they were acquisitions from her business.

She walked from the garage into a large foyer and screamed. “I’m home!”

Due to the size of her home, she had to use many Roomba-like devices to assist her tiny indentured servants in roving around the mansion.

Soon, two small drones arrived with her 5 current servants. 3 small women and 2 men stared up at her enormous form.

“Hi y’all!” She waved down at the group who greeted her by approaching her heels and unbuckling them.

“Oh thank y’all so much. You would not believe how hot it is out there. I couldn’t wait to take these off.” She carefully slipped a foot from each heel as they were loosened and placed her bare soles on the cool marble of her foyer.

“Okay. Tanner.” She clapped her hands together and spoke to a 6-inch tall man. “Is my drink ready?”

“Strawberry-Rose Gin and Tonic with a spritz of lime. Yes ma’am.” The blonde-haired man replied as he stood with his hands clasped in attention in front of his manhood.

“Oh that’s a good boy.” Olivia coo’d as she heard his voice through her earbuds. She lifted her right foot and carefully tapped his head with its big toe.

“The Kellers are joining us today.” She spoke down to the group who mumbled with awe. “I know. Who would’ve thought? Anyways. I’m gonna go get my drink and show them around. Y’all continue with whatever you were doing.” Olivia turned and left the group, her bare feet slapping against the marble and then hardwood of her home.

 Olivia reached the kitchen and plucked her chill drink from the counter and took a sip. She moaned with satisfaction and screamed out loud.

“PERFECTION AS ALWAYS, TANNER!” She took another sip and then yelled once more “I’LL BE IN MY STUDY IF Y’ALL NEED ME!” her voice echoed through the cavernous home.

Olivia walked from the kitchen down a hall toward her study. Along the way, she passed a small red-head (who had begged for 4-inches) who was cleaning the floors of one of Olivia’s many bathrooms.

“Looking good, Brittany!” She cheered on her little slave before continuing.

Olivia entered her study and closed the door. She reached into her pockets and pulled Sandra and Hunter free and tossed them onto a leather ottoman. She sat in an accompanying high-back leather chair and stretch her legs out so that her feet rested on the ottoman.

With another sip, she leaned back and let herself sink into the chair. Her bare feet aired out on the ottoman, much to Sandra and Hunter’s displeasure.

“As y’all heard” Olivia began speaking and sat up in the chair, “I treat my little ones good as long as they do what is expected of them. And I have to say I’m gonna expect from y’all over these next 15 years.”

In the shadows of Olivia’s feet, Sandra and Hunter glanced at one another nervously.

“I mean, just think of the risk I’m taking…” Olivia paused and took another sip of her cocktail, “..goddamn that little squirt knows how to mix a good drink…” with a smack of her lips, she returned to her monologue “… I mean y’all were a couple million in the hole and all that is my proper- er problem now. Meanwhile y’all get to be cared for no worries of the outside world don’t have to worry about dealing with creditors or other people. Y’all just get the pleasure of waiting on me hand and foot.” Olivia lifted her feet off the ottoman for emphasis.

Olivia spoke as if the next 15 years of the young couple’s life was going to be a vacation from hardships and an honour to be in her service.

 Sandra held her, now shorter, husband close as Olivia’s words laid out their life of servitude. The larger woman seemed to grow more excited the more she talked about it.

“Little Sandra. Guests are gonna be excited to see you at my soiree’s. You’re gonna be perfect working the hors d'oeuvre table. And Mister Hunter Keller, you’re gonna look great polishing up guests’ jewelry. And then there’s all the things y’all will be doing for me on a more personal level.”

“Like what?” Hunter asked aloud.

This earned a raised eyebrow from Olivia who leaned forward in her chair.

“First of all. You’ll soon not be speaking unless spoken to. Second of all. Something like this.” Oliva reached out with her left hand and plucked Hunter skyward.

Sandra screamed as her husband was lifted from the leather surface of the ottoman by Olivia’s massive fingers.

“Imagine, little fella. I’ve had a hard day out making money and come home and just wanna relax. You think of ways you could thank me for saving you and your little wifey from bankruptcy and the humiliation of losing your lifestyle. Then you get an idea in that little pea-brain of yours. Your eyes light up like it’s Christmas morning as you think of a way to thank me. A nice foot rub.”

Olivia leaned forward and began rubbing Hunter’s small body all over her perspiration covered left foot. All the while Hunter screamed for mercy.

“You’ll say. ‘Please may I rub your tired feet after your long day, Miss Grace.’ Of course, being the lady I am, I won’t insist upon it, but you will. By that point, my praise will be the only thing you’ll want out of life and you’ll insist upon all means to receive it.”

“STOP IT! STOP IT, YOU BITCH! LET HIM GO!” Sandra screamed at Olivia who simply ignored her and continued her torture of Sandra’s husband.

Olivia was actually fond of Hunter, but the opportunity to humiliate him and his wife was too much to pass up.

“You’ll beg to work between my toes where it’s the hottest and smelliest. I’ll protest, but you’ll insist it smells. Like. Roses.” Olivia flossed the tiny man between through her toe crevices on each word. Her long toes occasionally gripping his head and squishing his face into the webbing. As Olivia continued to work the tiny man into her foot, she could feel his energy waning.

“But I’ll be too much for you. After all, I am a Grace – we usually are too much for most people. That’ll be okay because then you’re wife will say, ‘Oh ma’am. My weak little husband is getting tired, should I help?’”

Sandra’s eyes widened in terror as Hunter was released from Olivia grip, his body fell from the instep of Olivia’s left foot to the leather ground below. Sandra attempted to run to her husband’s passed-out form but was soon lifted skyward herself.

Sandra screamed and fought, but it was no use as Olivia’s fingers soon maneuvered her in the same manner as Hunter over her right foot.

“I’ll say how kind it is of you to help out your pathetic husband. A woman’s touch is sometimes needed for these things.”

Sandra screamed and cried as she was dragged between Olivia’s toes and over her sweaty sole. Her long brown hair quickly grew matted and tangled.

“You’ll love the opportunity just to serve me to adore me to really show your gratitude to a superior woman. “

Olivia leaned back into the chair and held Sandra in front of her cold eyes. The blue pupils burned into Sandra’s reddened face.

“In the end you’ll thank me….” Olivia stared wordlessly at Sandra dangling by an arm from between her left forefinger and thumb.

Sandra’s lip quivered as her limbs ached. She stared below at Olivia’s cleavage and then back up at the gigantic face. Exasperated, Sandra sucked in air and then looked into Olivia’s eyes.

“Thank you…” She said

“For what?” Olivia smirked at already having broken the once-proud woman she knew.

“F-f-for,” Sandra struggled between sobs “rescuing me and Hunter.”

“And?” Olivia pressed for more from the defeated woman.

“And for letting us pamper you…” Sandra’s head hung low.

“Oh the pleasure is all mine, hun. Tomorrow we’ll introduce you to the others so you can get a feeling for how things work around here. I’m just glad we were able to start off on the right foot.” Olivia winked at Sandra which caused the smaller woman to cry even more.

Olivia leaned forward to finish what she had started all the while Sandra could only say “thank you”.

Sandra watched Olivia as she slept. The woman who, less than 12 hours prior had broken and humiliated her, looked deceivingly peaceful under the morning sun peeking through a large window on the far side of the room. Olivia slept in an oversized designer tshirt. Her hair was a splayed mess across her pillow. Sandra couldn’t help but notice how Olivia lay perfectly in the center of the king-sized mattress.

Sandra, on the other hand, sat nude in a birdcage, the bars were gilded in gold and spaced small enough to keep her or Hunter form squeezing through. Sandra held her smaller husband as they shook from fear and cold; their tiny bodies lie on a couple of Olivia’s old socks. Olivia did brag about how they were Alpaca lined and were probably more comfortable than the couple’s old bed. Sandra did have to admit that, despite the circumstances, what little sleep did manage to get was extremely comfortable.

The tiny girl sat up and sighed. As she breathed in, she couldn’t help but smell Olivia’s scent in the air, most likely from the unwashed socks. A smell which Sandra was unaware of 24 hours prior was now firmly wedged in her mind. A distinct memory on par with that of her Sweet 16 or her college graduation. Her mind flashed briefly to how easily Olivia had manipulated her tiny body, how her large fingers contorted Sandra into whatever shape she desired. Olivia was so nonchalant about the whole act; it caused Sandra to wonder how many dozens or even hundreds of others she had given the same treatment to.

Olivia stretched deeply and let a large yawn. Her arms and legs pulled to different sides of the bed as she worked the sleep from her body. A soft smile on her face, Olivia was ready to enjoy another day of her wonderful life, “How great it was to be a Grace” a familiar saying in her family that rang truer by the day.

Sandra’s heart quickened and her stomach sank as she watched Olivia stir from her slumber and sit up in the bed. Her captor’s large blue eyes were soon affixed on her.

“Oh, good morning you!” Olivia coo’d  in her southern drawl as her eyes drank in the sight of Sandra’s naked body sitting with her knees held against her bare breasts. Her tiny eyes opened wide.

Sandra remained quiet and still as she could only watch Olivia crawl from her bed and step on the light-pink carpet of her master bedroom. The bare feet which she had become well acquainted with made their way close to her cage.

Olivia stood over the cage and observed Sandra sitting next to Hunter who was still asleep curled into a near ball.

“Aw. Ain’t he adorable. Almost like a little puppy.” Oliva spoke at a normal volume causing the little man to grumble to himself. “Come on. Wake up. It’s workin time.” She grabbed the cage with her left hand and shook it.

Hunter slept dreamlessly. He had been in a fugue state since Olivia had knocked him out with her prior torture. He rolled onto his back and slowly opened his eyes only to be met by Olivia’s face above and his towering, but diminutive, wife to his right. Needless to say, his screams brought a smile to Olivia’s face.

“That is so dang cute. Sounds like he sucked in a bunch of helium.”

Hunter’s fright was replaced by anger at Olivia.

“Oh fuck you!” he yelled, but was ignored.

“How’d y’all like that sock? Comfy right?” Olivia asked the tiny couple.

Hunter then looked down to what he was lying on and stood up in shock. “Aw that’s so gross.”

Olivia giggled softly and then turned met Sandra’s eyes. “How about you? Did you like it?” her hot breath rained down smothering her captives.

Sandra’s felt like her hear was going to explode, her mind flooded with Olivia’s power over her the day prior. Panicking, she quickly yelled “THANK YOU!”.

Olivia smile turned into a smirk. Hunter, on the other hand, turned to his wife. Bewildered, he walked over to her and tapped her side, “Babe. What was that?”

Sandra shook her head and snapped from Olivia’s gaze, “I. I don’t know. I couldn’t think of anything else to say…” She hung her head in shame.

Hunter could see the shame and defeat in Sandra and placed his arm around her as best he could at under half her size. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll make it through this. 14 years 364 days left.”

“Ain’t you two just adorable.” Olivia interrupted. “Sorry about the cage. I discovered shortly after starting this enterprise that until I get y’all caught up on how things works, it’s best to keep you somewhere I can keep an eye on ya. Now. Enough yappin. Let’s get cracking.”

Olivia opened the top of the cage and reached down and grabbed Sandra and Hunter in her right hand. She squeezed them together tightly and made her way from her bedroom.

As Hunter was pressed against her own body, Sandra couldn’t help but notice the scent on Olivia’s skin. How fresh and floral it smelled. She inhaled deeply.

Olivia walked from her bedroom on the second floor of the mansion’s north wing down the hall and down the central staircase.

“Good morning, y’all!” She waved to her 5 other servants who were tending to morning chores in the kitchen.

A chorus of “Good morning, Miss Grace” responded.

Olivia walked to a large kitchen island and opened her hand. She dumped Hunter and Sandra without care onto the polished quartz.

Sandra and Hunter stood up and stared in awe at the kitchen around them. It had to be larger than their home’s entire first floor.

“Designed it myself.” Olivia stated proudly as the tiny couple gawked. “I’m gonna make myself some breakfast, but y’all get acquainted with the rest of the gang.”

“Team meeting, y’all!” Olivia shouted.

Hunter and Sandra watched as 5 other people like them were soon in attention at Olivia’s feet arranged from largest to smallest.

“Y’all. Hunter and Sandra” Olivia spoke down to the tinies who looked up and waved to the couple.

“Hunter and Sandra, let me run down the roll call…”

“First we have Tiffany.” Olivia pointed at a small blonde that looked very similar to herself. “She’s been here the longest. My very first customer. An old college friend. The ink was still wet on her diploma when she begged me to help her out with loans. She’ll be here until she’s 40. Luckily she earned a good height of 8inches so she doesn’t get stepped on…often.”

“Next is Connor.” A small man with a dark complexion stood next to Olivia’s big toe. “Connor got in too deep trying to impress girls with fancy vehicles. Now he only must worry about impressing me for the next 10 years. 6 inches by the way.”

Sandra’s stomach churned as Olivia ran down the details. The reality of 15 years was sinking in heavily.

“And, I’m sure these next two will be familiar to y’all…” Olivia teased.

Sandra and Hunter’s jaws dropped as it was another couple they used to do game nights with. They knew they were in financial trouble; but didn’t think it would be like this.

“Mr and Mrs Steve and Melanie Jacobs…” Olivia smiled triumphantly, “adorably enough, they both chose to be shrunk to 4inches in honour of their anniversary, 4/4. “

Sandra could see the pain in Melanie’s eyes even from her far vantage point.

“Last, but not least. My smallest little girl…until now…” Olivia smirked at Hunter, “Mikayla!”

“Mikayla is my only court ordered appointee. Shrunk to 3inch punitively. She went on a string of liquor store robberies and got caught. Thanks to my uncle, I get paid a nice check from the state for keeping her in my care. Really she’s around more for moral support for y’all than anything. She’ll be here for the rest of her life.”

Sandra gulped at the though of being under Olivia’s control for her entire life.

“And these are the fab 5!” Olivia cheered, but paused “I guess the fab 7 now?” She turned and plucked Sandra and Hunter from the kitchen island and placed them on the ground.

“Stand in position.” She ordered.

Sandra and Hunter glanced at one another, but split to their respective spots less Olivia think of some punishment. Sandra between Connor and Steve and hunter at the end of the line

Sandra’s heart thumped and her knees were week as Olivia’s peds rested an arm’s length away. She stared at the toes which had abused her effortlessly less than a day prior. Her mind thought back to college and her creative writing class; how if this were a story they would represent the power that Olivia now held over her.

“Eyes up here, Sandy.” Olivia whistled.

Sandra felt her face flush as she raised her neck upward and softly. “Sorry…Miss Grace..” She struggled to chose out the words, but felt it was the right thing to do for her mistake.

“Good girl, but remember no talking unless I tell you to.” Olivia responded

Sandra couldn’t believe how effortlessly Olivia took to this role. The ease at which she commanded respect and barked commands…

“Okay. Connor. You are responsible for getting Olivia up to speed on things. Mikayla and Mel, you two show Hunter the ropes. I’m gonna make myself a nice eggy bagel, then go for a run. Y’all have fun. Tiff, if things get out of hand, you know what to do.”

Sandra watched in awe as Olivia’s long legs carried her away to the pantry, the thuds from her feet slowly dissipating to the other side of the kitchen.

“Let’s start with getting Miss’ shoes ready.” Connor quipped to Sandra and began walking from their spot.

Hunter, meanwhile, stared up into Mikayla and Melanie’s face as they smirked back at him.

“Seriously. 2inches? You didn’t even request a size?” Melanie asked her former neighbor who only came up halfway to her.

Hunter was incredulous, “I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS AN OPTION!”

“Well, doesn’t matter anymore. Cuz little Mikayla will now have somebody to boss around.” Melanie continued as Mikayla nodded furiously, her curly brown hair bounced on head.

“What do you mean? I thought we all listened to Olivia?” Hunter asked confused.

“Well. Yes, but there must be a natural order to things and, in this house, size rules.” Melanie and Mikayla boxed Hunter in as Mel filled the small man in.

“If Olivia is God, then Tiffany is a dominion angel enforcing God’s will. We all obey Olivia and listen to Tiff, but you get the special spot of being at the behest of all of us.” Melanie’s words dripped like venom.

“Mel. What the fuck. This place has changed you.” Hunter attempted to protest, but was stopped as Mikayla pushed him into Mel who held him against thighs.

“No. Steve and I learned that there will always be Haves and Have Nots. Thankfully there’s a new Have Not around with you here.”

Connor and Sandra walked silently to their goal down a long hallway. As they walked, the world was soon filled with thuds which grew ever so louder. Sandra turned to see Olivia approaching from behind her bare feet quickly approached. Sandra screamed.

“CONNOR! WATCH OUT!”

Olivia’s peds quickly passed harmlessly over the duo.

“Miss is always aware. Just tend to your task and you will be alright.” Connor spoke unphased as Olivia continued down the hall at comparatively blazing pace. Tiffany soon followed riding a bot.

“Hey y’all!” The small blonde waved as the bot sped past.

“Why can’t we take one of those?” Sandra asked.

“You haven’t earned it yet. Per Miss’ direct orders, you are to use your own legs until otherwise stated.” Connor answered and kept walking until they reached a full sized door.

“Okay. Two questions.” Sandra began, “Why do you talk like that and how do we open this?”

“First.” Connor replied and then pressed an tiny button at the bottom of the door which swung it open. “Miss had these installed with the house.”

“Fancy.” Sandra whistled

“To answer your other question. Prior to my current circumstance, I was rather…crude in my approach toward women. After two of my ex-girlfriends contacted miss, she wanted to teach me manners so that when I returned to the proper world, I would be more appreciative…” Connor led Sandra through the open door as he spoke. “Miss kept me in her shorts for 2 weeks straight until I behaved more to her liking.”

Sandra smiled at the thought of doing the same to a sexist creep herself. “Sounds like it worked.”

“Oh yes. Miss will reward me with 5 more years if I behave.” Connor stated matter-of-factly.

This brought alarm to Sandra, but before she could say anything the sight before her took her breath away.

From floor to ceiling. Wall to wall. The room she and Connor had entered was filled with shoes. It was at least as large as her guest bedroom back home, if not larger.

“Miss specified that she would like her Blue Velvet flats today.” Connor led Sandra to a tablet on the wall at the perfect height for them to reach. She watched as Connor typed in letters as numbers. A51. He pressed enter.

With a mechanical whizzing sound, a small shelf road the rails holding the shoes and stopped at a spot labeled A51. Slowly it pulled a shoebox from the shelf and then descended to the floor.

Connor and Sandra approached the box and peered inside. Two velvet covered flats lay within. Their royal blue shade reflected the light in the room perfectly.

“This is a team effort. So we will have to do this twice. We have 45 minutes until Miss is ready.” Connor spoke and motioned for Sandra to go to the other side of the box.

The two tiny humans worked and sweated, but eventually pulled the first piece of footwear form the box. Connor carried the toe, while Sandra was at the heel. She couldn’t help but peek inside. The velvet lining was stamped with a golden 11. Sandra glanced down at her own feet, though she was taller than Olivia at one point, she was only a size 10 herself.

So the two exited to the hall and marched to the foyer where it was designated for them to place Olivia’s shoes.

As they walked, their “Miss” just barely missed them as she walked around the house.

“Keep it up, you two!” Olivia encouraged which not only humiliated Sandra, but also filled her with a sense of pride.

“One down.” Sandra said proudly as she and Connor placed the shoe on a memory foam door mat. “One to go.” She looked at Connor who held a stoic look on his face. “So, uh. What was that about rewarding you with 5 more years?”

“Oh yes. Miss is very kind with allowing us to remain in her service instead of submitting ourselves to the whims of the world. Tiffany has remained with Miss since her debt was paid last year.” Connor spoke proudly as if Olivia was some benevolent being.

“Isn’t that a bit dehumanizing? I mean. You are a person still and to only be used for menial tasks…it just seems kinda pointless?” Sandra asked

Connor merely shrugged and the two continued their mission with the second shoe.

Nearly on the dot, 45 mintues after Connor said, Olivia beckoned her 7 servants to meet in the foyer.

“I would just like to say how proud I am of each and every one of you for your work today. Connor and Sandra, thank you for the shoes. They are exactly what I requested. How do they look with this dress?” Olivia spun wearing a yellow sun dress.

“Amazing.” Tiffany spoke for the group.

“Thank you, dear.” Olivia spoke to her tiny friend like a child.

“One other special task.” Oliva focused her eyes on Hunter and Sandra.

“I’m giving a lecture on the College of Charleston on community support, entrepreneurship, and philanthropy. I would like to bring you to as my special guests. It’s okay to say no, but there’s no backing out once you say yes. Would you like to come along?” She leaned over her group of servants.

Sandra looked at Hunter who nodded eagerly. He was ready to get away form Mikayla and Melanie. Sandra looked up to Olivia who wore a smile.

“Certainly.” Sandra answered.

“Wonderful!” Olivia clapped, but then looked a concerned. “Oh. But this dress doesn’t have pockets and my backpack is in my office at the university. But my shoes should have room. If you get under my toes. I shouldn’t crush you.”

“Uhhh.” Sandra tried to protest, but Olivia had already made up her mind.

In two fell swoops. The tiny Kellers were each placed in a flat.

“Hunter, you should be alright. Just try not to get wedged anywhere. Sandy. Like I mentioned, under the toes.” Olivia’s voice, though caring in tone, betray the action that was occurring.

Sandra was powerless as Olivia’s foot entered the flat and covered her. She was pressed into Olivia’s skin, already sweating from the velvet interior of the shoe. Sandra wondered if this was a purposeful decision by Olivia.

With her flats firmly fitted, Olivia turned on her heel and waved goodbye to the original fab 5.

“Oh my. It’s certainly a swelter out.” Olivia spoke aloud as if to, somehow, let Hunter and Sandra know. “I can’t believe my feet are already getting sweaty. I’m so sorry, you two. I’ll make this up to you.”

Sandra, meanwhile, was back in defense mode and screaming muffled “Thank yous” into Olivia’s flesh.

An hour drive later, Olivia parked in her faculty spot and stepped from the car.

“Sorry! I parked far away from the lecture hall. Hope that’s okay.” Oliva’s flats slapped against the hot asphalt, heat building within.

Within the flat, Sandra was approaching heat stroke. She was hallucinating she was in a fresh waterfall and was, unknowingly, eagerly drinking Olivia’s foot sweat.

Hunter, on the other foot, found himself stuck between Olivia’s big and second toe. His face forced into the webbing.

“Sorry I’m late!” Olivia rushed into the lecture hall as 100 faces stared back at her. “I do have a small surprise for you all to make up for this.”

All eyes watched as Olivia balanced on the desk and carefully removed each flat.

“We’re all adults here and can handle nudity right?” Olivia asked

Nods were returned silently as she now stood barefoot.

“Alright.” Olivia turned her flats over to dump Sandra and Hunter onto the desk.

Sandra stood in shock as 200 pairs of eyes looked at her and her husband.

“Some of you may recognize these two prominent members of our community. Sandra and Hunter Keller. They’ll be at the cornerstone of my topic today on community support, entrepreneurship, and philanthropy.”

Sandra and Hunter were humiliated as they stood covered in Olivia’s foot sweat while she used them as an example of ‘what not to do’.

“As a Grace, I was taught the value of money early. Which might be why I’m worth $400Million as of yesterday.”

The room gasped in awe of her networth.

“The Kellers, though prominent in giving, seemed to be overvaluing their worth. Which brings us to our first lesson…cash flow…”

Over the next hour, Sandra and Hunter had to listen as Olivia used them as an example of what they did wrong with their wealth and what they should’ve done.

“…and in today’s world you can never be too safe with your assets. Unlike the Kellers, I am now generating $30,000 a day form renting their assets instead of losing money.”

As Sandra and Mark heard this, they attempted to protest “Wait. You were only supposed to hold our stuff until our debt was paid!”

Olivia silenced them with a quick lay of her right hand onto them.

“…but thankfully other entrepreneurs such as myself are around to acquire bad assets and individuals…”

Sandra wanted to cry as Oliva tore down everything they had worked for and their efforts.

“…they now beg to work for me and ensure I can be the best person I am. Hence their positions today under my feet…”

“And that concludes my guest lecture today. If you would like to learn more, you can by my book on my website.” Olivia stopped talking and received a standing ovation.

Hunter was enraged. What Olivia said didn’t really bother
him, he knew he got himself and Sandra into this situation with his aggressiveness
– yet he still wanted Sandra to have the life she thought she deserved. That’s
the only reason he went to Olivia, she wouldn’t take him up on the deal unless
Sandra was in on it as well, unfortunately. He desired to give Olivia a piece
of his mind, but instead he was a living piece of toe jam, trapped once more
inside her shoe.

“…so the Kellers huh?” A brunette seated across the small
table sipped from a ceramic cup

“Wild, right Jen?” Olivia answered proudly and sipped from
own cup. The scent of Earl Grey tea wafted into her nose.

“I guess Hunter’s shenanigans really came back to bite him.”
Jen smirked.

“Oh absolutely. One day he’s attempting to run for office
and upend everything your family has earned. The next he and his lovely wife
are yours to do with as you please.” Olivia could barely contain her giggle at
how well things had worked out for her.

“I mean. After the election, we did personally work to
blackball him from every company in a 500-mile radius.” The brunette replied.

“Oh yeah. Thanks for the assistance on that.” Olivia toasted
Jen.

“Soo…Can I see him?” Jen asked, a small twinkle in her eyes.

Olivia was well aware of her friend’s history with Hunter. The
two ran in the same business circles as rivals. Back when Hunter was a
consultant on engineering firm where he and Jen competed on projects and
eventually ran in the same social circles. This led to the two dating, but the competitiveness
between the two led to a messy breakup. Months later, Hunter met Sandra and the
two were married within 2 years.

“I mean, if he still doesn’t make you puke.” Olivia teased.

“Oh shut up.” Jen softly poked her friend on the arm.

Scrunching her face, Olivia reached under the table and
pulled the flat from her right foot free and looked down. “Oh wonderful. There
he is.”

“Oh. My. God.” Jen gasped.

Hunter was blinded by the sudden explosion of light. He
screamed and kept his eyes closed before slowly opening them. He wished he
hadn’t

“Like. Jamed between your toes. He’s toe jam!” Jen couldn’t
container her laugher. She then noticed Hunter’s tiny eyes staring up at her.
“Oh, hiiii Hunter Pants!” she squealed.

Olivia wiggled her toes to rub Hunter into the crevice and
earn more laughter form Jen.

“Olivia. Please. I’m gonna bust a gut. I wanna talk with the
little guy? No. Not a guy anymore. What’d you call him in that lecture?” Jen
asked.

“Oh. Living Asset.” Olivia answered her friend and took
another sip of tea.

“Living Asset. You hear that. That’s what you are. Nothing
but property for this amazing powerful woman to do with as she pleases.” Jen
rubbed in the humiliation.

Sandra was pinned under the toes of Olivia’s left foot. Any
sound was muffled by a combination of the shoe and the pressure of Olivia’s
foot, but she could hear a familiar voice that she couldn’t place…

“Oh. Jen. Stop.” Olivia waved her hand at the praise.

 Olivia sat with her
right leg crossed over her left. Poor Hunter, trapped between her toes was
forced to listen as she and Jen chatted over the next hour in humid heat.
Olivia’s foot continually sweating.

Hunter grew nauseous as Olivia’s foot bobbed up-and-down.

“So what’s next for your amazing life?” Jen asked

“Laying it on heavy.” Hunter muffled from between Olivia’s
toes. This earned a corrective squeeze.

“Oh. Not much. So I’m thinking about running for Governor
maybe next year.” Olivia beamed.

“Governor at 28?” Jen raised an eyebrow, “Does the State
even allow that?”

“They will by the time my family works their way through
things.” Olivia spoke proudly.

Hunter couldn’t believe his ears. The election he had ran
for Mayor of Charleston would’ve been pointless even if he had won. It was
supposed to be his first stepping stone for turning things around.

“Think you may need a chief of staff?” Jen raised an
eyebrow.

“Girl. I wouldn’t dream of anybody else.” Olivia raised her
glass and toasted with Jen.

“Hear that, Toe Jam? Regardless how hard you fought your
little quest against corruption, you would’ve lost anyways. Now you get the
best seat in the house for seeing success firsthand.” Jen teased her tiny rival
and ex.

“Oh. One more thing.” Olivia paused Jen’s Hunter humiliation
parade, “I’m looking to expand the business. A lot of folks looking to sell
their lives for a few years to avoid declaring bankruptcy. How would you like
to join me, maybe get a Hunter or two for yourself?”

Jen’s eyes lit up. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely. I’ll get you started with everything you need.
You just pay me 25% of the profits you make, and you will be making
profits.” Olivia smiled.

“So you’re telling me not only do I get to get other
people’s stuff. I get the other people as well and all I gotta do is pay you a
small amount yearly?” Jen asked excitedely.

“100% and that’s not even the best part,” Olivia leaned in
close to Jen. The two faces met over Hunter. “When it comes down to it, if you
do your taxes right, you can keep the little runts for as long as you want.
State law deems that the profits from their assets help repay the debt. If you
don’t show a profit, their debt isn’t paid…”

“So that means little Hunty poo here is yours until you say
he’s not?” Jen looked at Hunter menacingly.

Olivia nodded, “Him and his little wife think they only have
15 years of this, but I’ll definitely be keeping them well into their 50s…”

Hunter screamed, “That’s fucking criminal!”

His squeaks earned a glance from both women.

“If you try anything funny, you’ll get to be Jen’s toe jam
for a while.” Olivia silenced the tiny man.

“I would love that! Maybe make him a toe ring. Keep little
Huntie wrapped around my digit.” Jen teased.

“I can make it happen.” Olivia smiled

Ending their conversation, Hunter was slipped back into the
dank darkness of Olivia’s flat. The conversation that just occurred had his
head spinning. It felt like his entire life was a lie, maybe this was where he
belonged?

Olivia scrolled through her phone while walking back to her
Range Rover.

A post from the College popped on her feed.

“A great lecture from our local #BossBabe Olivia Grace. Be
sure to stop by the Financial Aid office today!”

The post was accompanied by a picture of her posing with
Sandra and Hunter in her palm – their naked bodies censored with the school’s
logo.

“Love educating my #CoCFam!” Olivia commented with a smile.

With the Kellers firmly underfoot, Olivia entered her Range
Rover. She turned the key and her radios started with another blaring country
song for her sing along to.

“Enjoy the small things and life! Small dogs. Small wins….”
Olivia added her own twist “Small people!”

Olivia drove by the Sandra and Hunter’s former abode. She
had already sold it for double its worth to her own investment firm. She was
going redevelop the property into a wedding venue. All the Kellers’ memories
would be wiped clean and replaced only with their desire to please her soon
enough.

“I’m hungry for ice cream.” She thought aloud and made a
quick detour to her favourite place. “Mooster Cream’ Ice Cream Fort”

She parked her Range Rover at the entrance and stepped from
the vehicle.

Sandra once again felt the warmth of hot asphalt making it’s
way up through the sole onto her back and baking her inside the shoe.

“Olivia Grace!” A girl behind the counter screamed.

“Who?” A chubby boy walked from the back to his screaming
coworker.

“Olivia Grace. Only the smartest, most brilliant woman in
the country.” The girl could barely contain her excitement.

“Never heard of her.” Her replied and put an earbud into his
ear.

“Well you should. Because you are working for me.” Olivia
spat. “Is there a manager here?”

“He’s the manager, ugh.” The girl replied and rolled her
eyes.

“Not anymore…” Olivia looked at the girl’s nametag, “Lauren.”

Olivia reached over the counter and ripped the earbud from
the boy’s ear.

“Listen up. She’s the manager now. Whatever she says goes.”
Olivia spoke sternly as the boy looked shocked. “Is that clear?”

“What? She’s only been working here 3 days.” The boy
replied.

“It’s either yes ma’am or no ma’am.” Olivia snapped.

“Uh. Yes ma’am.” He nodded

“Great. Now I want you.” Olivia pointed at the boy and read
his nametage, “Nate. To make me a double scoop of cookie dough in a chocolate
waffle bowl with white chocolate chips mixed in.”

Lauren struggled to hold in her laughter.

“Oh shut up.” Nate shot at Lauren as he worked on Olivia’s
order.

Olivia pulled out her phone and pulled up the picture from
CoC’s social media.

“Nate. Stop.” She ordered. “Look at me.” Nate looked at her
and then the phone. His eyes grew wide.

“Yeah. You see what I can do. You’re messing with somebody
with registered shrinking license. All Lauren has to do is say the word and
you’ll be living in a birdcage in her…” Olivia paused, “Lauren are you in
college?”

“Yes ma’am. Freshman at ESCSU.” Lauren answered

Olivia smirked, “All Lauren has to do is say the word and
you’ll be living in a birdcage in her dorm until she graduates. And God help
you if she goes for PhD.” She stamped her foot for emphasis.

“I think it’s best if you make Miss Grace’s order, Nate.”
Lauren stood with her arms crossed.

“Please. Lauren. We’re friends now. Call me Olivia. And
Nate, respond to your manager.” Olivia also stood with her arms crossed.

“Yes ma’am.” His head hung defeated as he completed Olivia’s
order

“$16.85.” Nate finally gave Olivia her total.

Olivia handed three $100 dollar bills and a bare white card
with her name and phone number on it. All the change and this card is Lauren’s.

“Lauren. Text me and I’ll have all your college paid for. Also,
if Nate gives you any grief, text me as well and I’ll make sure he’s begging
you to order him around this place.” Olivia winked at Lauren who wore a
sinister grin.

“Get mopping these floors, Nate.” Lauren stood confidently.

“B-but we did that al-“ Nate attempted to protest, but was
cutoff by Olivia

“Shrinkee. Shrinkee.” She teased.

Defeated, Nate responded to Lauren, “Yes ma’am…”

Olivia finished her ice cream in the lobby as she watched
and encouraged Lauren to direct Nate on tasks. When she finished her bowl, she
dumped her trash on the ground and nodded to Lauren who instructed Nate to
clean it up.

“Man. Forget this. I quit.” Nate stomped to the door, but
Olivia stepped in front of the boy.

“Nope.” Olivia responded, but he tried to push her out of
the way. She then sighed and pulled her shrink gun from a holster under her
flowy dress.

Nate turned ghost white and apologized to Lauren. Olivia
made sure he picked up the trash and then left.

As she sat in the Range Rover, she could feel a moistness in
her crotch. All the day’s excitement had gotten to her.

She drove home quickly.

“Connor!” She shouted.

The tiny man quickly came sprinting from a nearby task.

“Yes…Miss…” He was exhausted.

“Where are the others?” She asked.

“Coming, Ma’am!” Tiffany yelled as she scurried in.

Olivia’s earbuds were alive with the tip-taps of tiny feet. Approaching.

“Foot rub, Miss?” Connor asked as he approached her left
foot.

Olivia lifted her leg slightly so Connor’s small hands could
pulled the footwear free.

“Not tonight. Sandra and Hunter did an excellent job today
keeping things pleasant.”

Connor’s voice grew in excitement. “Then something else
miss?” He walked to other foot and removed the shoe as well.

Wit her barefeet on the cool marble, Olivia quickly pulled
her panties down and left them laying on the floor.

“Tiff. You know what to do with those.” She then plucked
Connor from the ground and made her way to her bedroom. Her barefeet slapping
and thumping against the floors.

Tiffany obeyed her giant friend and carefully carried the
moistened fabric away. A familiar scent wafted in the air.

Sandra lay broken and beaten on the sweat soaked insole. Her
body was pruney from the moistness and her lips were dry and cracked.

“Hunter.” She croaked, her throat was pained. “Hunter.”

She slowly crawled from the toe section of the footwear and
out of the shoe. She crawled to the other shoe in search of her husband, but he
was nowhere to be found.

“Hunter?” Her eyes welled with tears as she croaked once
more before passing out.

Meanwhile, Hunter screamed and nearly puked as the ride was
more intense than any roller coaster he had ridden.

Olivia’s nimble feet bounded to her bedroom with him still
adhered in a crevice on her foot.

Olivia jumped on the bed and stripped from her dress. Her
nipples were fully erect, and her skin was flush.

“Another lesson in appreciating women, miss?” Connor asked
as his small form was held in Olivia’s grasp.

“Absolutely, you little bitch.” Olivia threw herself on her
back and quickly put the little man to work.

Hunter remained unnoticed between her toes, but the sights
and sounds he witnessed were primal.

“Fuck yeah. I fucking own you.” Olivia screamed “You all
belong to me….”

Hunter lay silently in horror as Olivia’s fantasy and
machinations were let loose form her mind.

“Beg to lick my soles…” she moaned as she thought out
scenarios.

Finally, Olivia was able to climax.

“And we’ll just place you here for safe keeping…” Connor was
placed between her ass cheeks with a “Thank you miss.”

Olivia rested in bliss as she played her fantasies back on
her head. Stretching her legs out, she wiggled her toes and felt like what was
a piece of dirt between them, but then she remembered.

“TOE JAM!” She looked down at hunter who was stuck in the
webbing of her toes with a mixture of dirt and grime.

“Oh, Hunter. I completely forgot about you, you little
speck. I bet Sandra is worried sick.” Olivia could make out a look of disgust
on the little man’s face.

“Oh. Did that gross you out?” She teased. “Well don’t you
worry. You’re exactly where I want you. I may use you or Sandra one day make the
other watch, but for now you only belong like dirt at my feet. Watching me enjoy
my life with no enjoyment of your own.”

Hunter’s mind rushed with thoughts, but the heat and actions
of the day had worn him down. He passed out wordlessly between the giant
digits.  

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.

Hunter struggled not to puke. Wrapped around the freshly painted toe of his former lover, he could only look skyward to she and his wife enjoying friendly conversation. Though he fought against his restraints, Sandra had hog-tied him extremely well. His wrists and ankles began to grow numb from the knots she had fastened.

“…oh and he does this thing where, like, he won’t use public restrooms…” Sandra spilled the tea on Hunter, earning laughter from Jen.

“Oh god. Really? Still? Just man up.” Jen laughed.

It made Sandra happy to be able to make the larger woman laugh. Granted she knew Jen could and would treat her like a slave, but it was nice to be able to bond over something; even it was her worthless husband.

“You know he hates feet, right?” Jen asked Sandra. “I could never get him to give me a foot rub. I used to complain to Olivia all the time about this during girls’ night.”

“Oh. That makes sense with the first thing she did to us, then…” Sandra thought back to Olivia’s study. “Is that why you were so intent on him being a toe ring?” she asked and glanced down to her husband screaming in displeasure.

“Naw. Just a power thing. I saw one of Olivia’s cousins do it at a wedding and wanted to try it myself. The fact that it’s Toe Jam -er Hunter, is just icing on the cake.” Jen smiled.

“Toe Jam?” Sandra raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah. You should’ve seen him yesterday. His poor little body got stuck between Olivia’s toes and he couldn’t get out. The sight of his squirming body covered in Olivia’s sweat, skin, and other funky stuff was enough to energize me through tonight.” Jen laughed.

“Ew. I may need a divorce. I don’t think I could go around kissing Toe Jam…” Sandra said half-joking and half-serious. She did think about she and Hunter’s size difference and how much better she was treated by Olivia and the other tinies.

Elsewhere on the expansive grounds, Olivia sat at a table and enjoyed a small plate of boeuf bourguignon. At the round table, she was joined by one of her students, a cousin, and a long time friend.

With her left leg crossed over her right, Olivia savoured the taste of the perfectly cooked meat and the feeling of warmth in her midsection.

Noticeably absent from the table of ‘party favours’ were Connor and Tiffany. Both of whom were held close by Olivia. Not only were they among her first shrinks, but they also absolutely worshipped her. And, in turn, she rewarded them with plenty of quality time.

They dynamic between Tiffany and Olivia was always friendly through college. They both were well aware of Olivia’s plentiful wealth and Tiffany’s lack thereof. Olivia would always pay for Tiffany’s way on trips and even study abroad. Tiffany offered any way to pay her friend back, but Olivia always deferred. Olivia would always insist that it was the least she could do for her friend. Things would change after graduation.

Olivia had gone on to assist in running one of her family’s many entities while Tiffany struggled to land a job that covered her cost of living and the hefty interest from her six figures of loans wracked up for tuition. Tiffany, seeing no other option, reached out to Olivia for assistance.

During this time, Olivia had come to expect and admire the respect she was given at her position and from her family name. At only 23, she was deriding people over twice her age. Others near her age who may have been ‘smarter’ or hailed as ‘geniuses’ were still under her thumb as she controlled their livelihood through wages and grants. So, when Tiffany came calling, Olivia saw an opportunity for a new avenue to fill her power addiction.

Olivia proposed the idea to Tiffany. She was seeking to start off her own business – most Graces were expected to contribute one new business to their empire in their lifetime and Olivia had found hers thanks to some research she funded.

At first, Tiffany was horrified. First at the thought of the technology even existing, but then at Olivia’s willingness to use it on a living being a friend no-less. She thought about the humiliation she would receive if any of their old friends or Sorority sister were to see her. What would they say? How would she face them? In the end, Tiffany knew that her options were slim, and it was better to have this offer from a friend than to face the stress and unknowns ahead.

The terms of the agreement were for Tiffany to remain in Olivia’s employ for 3 years. This suited Tiffany well as she thought she would still have the remainder of her 20s to look forward to. Within the first year, the dynamic was clear. Olivia was no longer a friend. She was Tiffany’s goddess. A woman with seemingly endless wealth a power – with each passing day Tiffany found herself seeking out more ways to please Olivia, often at the expense of her own self-worth and identity.

Things started innocently enough. Olivia had Tiffany help around the kitchen with preparing recipes. She would, maybe, tend to Olivia’s fingernails to help keep manicures looking fresh. But the asks increased. Olivia soon had Tiffany keeping her shoes clean or shaving her arm pits.

Now, just over 4 years after the initial deal, Tiffany was secured into the front of her giant friend’s underwear. Her face perfectly level with Olivia’s clit, Tiffany’s head continually plunged between the vaginal lips to give tiny licks and kisses. Though they weren’t earth-shattering, the tiny acts of worship kept a continual smile on Olivia’s face as she made small conversation.

Connor, meanwhile, was shoved feet first in Olivia’s butt. His tiny squirms paired with Tiffany’s worship to aid in Olivia’s bliss.

Connor had come to Olivia on less than friendly terms and a year after the launch of her company. As such, his fate was well sealed.

Olivia had known Connor through other women in the community. He had been the child of two local business owner’s who tragically passed when he was in high school. He was the sole inheritor of their wealth and appeared to be on a speed run to spend them as quickly as possible.

He bought sports cars and threw massive parties all while paying his way through Clemson. After college, he returned home to Charleston and continued the lifestyle. He bounced from girlfriend to girlfriend. A trail of broken hearts left in his wake; many of which were friends of Olivia.

By age 26, the wealth which Connor’s parents had amassed was running low. He had to sell off their businesses to the Yantz’s and Grace’s. With an economic downturn, Connor had neither the knowhow or care to preserve what remained. A combination of unpaid taxes and debts led him to Olivia’s doorstep at the advice of one of his Ex’s.

Olivia, 24 at the time, had signed Connor on with an initial 5 year term and, unbeknownst to him, had agreed to put him through a ‘gentleman’s training course’ as she and her friend had jokingly called it. At first, he resisted, but it took less than 3 weeks for him to be fully yoked by Olivia. It was something she found interesting and continued forward – it was if Connor’s spirit just needed a woman, or anybody with some authority, to give him discipline. She held a small party 3 months after Connor’s initial shrinking with many of his former girlfriends. All where astonished by his behaviour and enjoyed teasing and humiliating him. Connor thanked each and every one with a kiss on the ass.

“…I can’t believe you teach part time when you have all this, Professor Grace..”

Olivia looked up from her plate to the source of the words. One of her students, a red-head with Freckles and an orange cocktail dress.

Olivia smiled, “What can I say, Maeve, I really enjoy educating the leaders of tomorrow. Speaking of which, don’t you graduate next year?”

Maeve returned Olivia’s smile and looked down at the table. On which were two miniature men which she had trapped with an upturned glass. “Sure do. Degree in Finance.”

Olivia watched as Maeve grabbed the cup and dragged it around the table, this forced the two men with in to be pushed as well. Their small bodies rubbed against the tablecloth, no doubt covering them in friction burns.

“Any idea what you are going to try to do?” Olivia asked and took another forkful of the beouf.

“Well,” Maeve began to reply and stopped the glass, “I was really hoping to get into debt services. There’s a lot of good companies out there and it seems so fun.” Maeve leaned in close to the glass and watched the men trapped within. Their screams completely muffled by their prison.

“And I own over half of them.” Olivia smirked.

“Oh, absolutely. All the ones I’ve looked at applying to are divisions of GDS. I couldn’t dream of working anywhere else or for anybody else.” Maeve smiled at her mentor.

Olivia felt herself tear up at the girl’s admiration. “Awww. Maeve that’s so sweet. Here, I’ll give you the direct contact info for the VP of HR and you reach out to her. She’ll have you in the door before you even get your degree.”

“Really!?” Maeve asked excitedly.

“Absolutely!” Olivia beamed.

Maeve stood up and leaned over and into Olivia for a hug, “Oh thank you so much. And between you and me, my older brother may be in trouble so it’d be great for him to see my face behind his debt officer’s desk.”

Olivia returned the hug and laughed, “I’ll see if I can help out in any way.”

Maeve, apparently happy with the conversation’s outcome, lifted the glass and grabbed to the small men and walked off with a swagger from the table.

“Well that was nice of you. Don’t tell me I’ll be working for that brat.” Olivia’s old friend spoke up.

“Oh, relax Natalie. You’ll still be the manager of our Austin office.” Olivia shot back and stuck out her tongue which earned a laugh from Natalie.

Natalie had been in Olivia and Tiffany’s sorority. Much like Tiffany, Natalie found herself in financial trouble, but instead of crawling straight to Olivia, she applied at her friend’s newly opened office in her hometown. Olivia was more than happy to have somebody she knew and trusted managing things there. Olivia had flown her out for the weekend to enjoy a small break as they were about to enter the busy season toward Christmas – where individuals and families found themselves hit by unpaid bills and tacked on new debt.

Natalie and Olivia conversed about business. During which, Olivia couldn’t help but notice Natalie’s earrings a young blond hang from Natalie’s left ear while an older woman hung from Natalie’s right. Natalie caught Olivia staring as paused.

“Oh. You like them? Mother and Daughter. They tried to open a cupcake business with a loan from us and, who would’ve thought, the world did not need another one of those. They’re cupcakes were good though, so when I called in their loan, I waned to put them someplace where they wouldn’t be too miserable. Do you like it?” Natalie placed her hands to her ears to keep the earrings from moving to allow Olivia to see better.

“Oh. I love them. I may have to get a pair myself…” Olivia had a glint in her eye…

Jen and Sandra had bonded through the night and discovered a lot of similarities between themselves. Both were into weightlifting – in fact that’s how Sandra and Hunter met. Both had a cinnamon roll addiction. And both board game nerds…

“Well, if Olivia ever hosted a game night. I’ll claim you as my piece.” Jen winked at Sandra who blushed. Wiggling her toes, Jen was made aware of Hunter whom she had forgotten about as both she and Sandra were getting along so well in conversation.

“Oh. Forgot about Toe Jam.” Jen teased, which earned laughter from Sandra. “Hey. I have an idea. I’m staying here tonight. How about we go back up to my room? I bet Olivia has been running you ragged, and you could probably use some release?” Jen raised an eyebrow.

Sandra thought about being soaked under Olivia’s sweaty toes and nodded furiously at Jen.

Carried carefully in Jen’s hand, Sandra couldn’t help but admire Olivia’s house further. The view was so much different at ground level.

Jen walked into her room and closed the door behind her. She carefully placed Sandra on her bedside table and then slipped off her heels.

Sandra couldn’t help but admire the toes which she had painted as they wriggled in the fresh air.

“Ahhh. That’s so nice. I’ll probably have you give me a rub later, Sandy, but right now…” Jen reached down and plucked Hunter’s body from her toe. His backside was covered in sweat and grime. She carefully pulled the knots which Sandra had tied which freed Hunter from his position and then placed him next to his wife.

“Look at you two.” Jen smiled. “Sandra. You’re over twice as tall as him it looks like. God. I remember he used to be 6 foot 2. How we used to play wrestle and how easily he’d pin me…” Jen began to grow excited.

“But look at you, Sandy. You can certainly hold your own with that body.” Jen reached forward and ran a fingernail carefully up and down Sandra’s torso which caused the smaller woman to shudder with pleasure.

Hunter could tell Jen had something planned. He looked up to his, comparatively, towering wife. Sandra did keep fit, her thighs were works of art and, even though it wasn’t a full six pack, her abs were well defined. He then looked to Jen’s omnipresent face.

“You know, Sandy. If you’d like to get out some anger and aggression. You can take it out on that little guy. I wouldn’t tell anybody.” Jen goaded.

Hunter stared up at Sandra who smiled down at him. Her brown hair was drawn up in a ponytail thanks to a small gift from Jen. Without another word, she pounced.

Jen was shocked by how quickly Sandra moved, but Hunter’s legs were quickly out from under him and he was on his back. Her body straddled over his.

Hunter’s eyes grew in terror as Sandra looked hungrily down at him. She raised her right leg and placed her foot on his face.

“How this smell, Toe Jam?”

Jen laughed uproariously.

Though Hunter squirmed and fought under her foot, he could do nothing to move it. Sandra was so used to looking up to him, that she never realized just how miniscule he was until Jen pointed it out. Between serving Jen and now Hunter at her mercy, Sandra’s emotions were a swirling cauldron looking for a release valve.

Jen watched as Sandra removed her foot form her husband’s face and quickly fell onto of his squirming body. It was like a scene from a sci-fi novel, the Amazonian warrior conquering a helpless man. Jen bit her lip as she watched Sandy easily dominate her own ex-lover.

Hunter screamed as his head was now trapped between his wife’s thighs.

“Sandy pleashh” He attempted to beg, but was silenced as her hand came down and covered his mouth.

“I’m tired of going along with what you want. You’re at the bottom of the totem pole now.” Sandra moved forward and covered Hunter’s face with her crotch.

Hunter’s world went dark as his face was enveloped by Sandy’s pussy lips. His screamed muffled inside her and vibrated into the skin, this only seemed to encourage Sandra.

Jen felt herself grow moist as she watched Sandra lean back and support herself while grinding her pussy over Hunter’s face. His tiny screams muffled in her earbud.

“Oh…oh yes. Get him girl.” Jen spoke breathily.

Encouraged and made even hornier by Jen’s voice, Sandra pumped her thighs with more vigor. Hunter’s face pressed deeper into her pussy.

Jen slowly fingered herself as she watched.

With a few more pumps her thighs, Sandra began to approach climax. A strong push was met with a  thump and she felt Hunter’s body go limp.

Hunter screamed as his head was easily manipulated by his wife’s thighs. He was completely powerless as her muscles overpowered his until he felt his neck snap back and the back of his head made contact with the table surface – the lights were turned out.

Jen watched the scene play out from above, “I…I think you knocked him out.”

This was the final push needed for Sandra as she soon gasped and shuddered.

Jen excitedly watched Sandra orgasm. She remained seated on Hunter’s face until Jen’s right hand reached down and pulled her up.

“Nice. Huh?” Jen asked Sandra who nodded with a near drunken smile.

“Glad you had a nice time.” Jen coo’d “Now it’s my turn.”

Jen slowly worked Sandra into her pussy and thought about how powerless they were. How Olivia had turned them from happy couple into bickering playthings…

Hunter’s body laid on its side; his arms and ankles still hogtied. His face covered in Sandra’s drying fluids. He could only watch as his wife voraciously pleased Jen. His eyes burned, both, from the intrusion of moistness of Sandra’s orgasm and the pain of betrayal.

Jen lied naked on the bed. Her right hand massaged and played with her right breast while her left assisted Sandra.  Jen bit her lip and looked down to Sandra who rubbed her body on the smooth Labia which shined with moistness under the bedroom light.

Sandra didn’t know what was coming over her. She had never been curious about other women before and, in fact, was often teased as a prude. Yes, she would watch porn and occasionally masturbate, but that was to ‘normal’ stuff as she told Hunter on one of their first dates playing truth or dare. However, something about Jen’s control over her. How merciless yet easy-going she was. Sandra couldn’t help but eagerly throw herself on the titanic pussy of her captor when presented with the opportunity. Her tongue eagerly lapped at the salty and aromatic skin while her hips humped against the labial lips.

Jen watched as Sandra moaned with pleasure while her body slid against the skin.

“Quite the eager little lady, aren’t we?” Jen asked breathily as she felt her horniness grow.

Sandra listened to Jens’ voice surround her, it was almost intoxicating hearing this amazing woman speak.

“I…it’s just….” Sandra struggled for words and then stated, “You’re a goddess…” she finally spat out before going back to using her mouth for more pleasurable actions.

Jen’s eyes rolled back in pleasure at the words from Sandra’s mouth. The power of breaking the tiny woman and ruining she and Hunter’s life was too much. Her left hand carefully reached between her legs and spread the lips.

Sandra stepped back in awe as she was presented with Jen’s thoroughly  soaked vagina. She looked at the pink cavern and then up to Jen.

“In. NOW.” Was all Jen could muster as her toes curled with pleasure.

Sandra eagerly ran into the awaiting maw. Jen removed her hand securing Sandra within. Only her tiny shins and bare feet stuck out.

Jen stared at Hunter and smiled. She then repositioned herself and began working her new toy.

Hunter screamed in agony as Sandra’s rejection of him was no more apparent. Jen carefully worked his wife’s tiny body in and out of herself and massaged her clit with her other hand. Jen’s moans of pleasure echoed through his body.  

Sandra was in ecstasy. She had never felt anything like this, certainly not from Hunter. Her body hugged and compressed by Jen’s large vaginal muscles while the large hand completely controlled her movements. She struggled for breath, but it was in a good way. Between muscle contractions, Sandra sucked air into her lungs, it was thick with Jen’s scent.

Finally, both women were rewarded as Jen’s body wracked with an orgasm. The muscles squeezed tight around Sandra, nearly crushing the air of out of her. As a result, she felt her own body quiver. Never had she gotten off so easily. Her head swam as she felt her feet get tugged by the giant fingers and she was hit by the cool air of the room.

Jen dangled Sandra’s body upside down above her bare tummy. She looked at Sandra’s face which wore a dreamy expression. She brought Sandra near her face and spoke,

“Did the little girl have a good time?” Her words were slow and breathy.

Sandra quivered again as Jen’s words tickled her ears and her breath washed over her body. She could only nod sleepily. Between her time on Hunter and now, she was sure her body was 99% endorphins.

Jen carefully lowered Sandra onto her bare stomach. The small woman couldn’t stand on her own two legs, so she laid her stomach against Jen’s. Jen watched as Sandra quickly fell asleep. She soon followed with Hunter’s screams and cries playing like a lullaby.

In the weeks following the party, Hunter and Sandra’s positions in Olivia’s house were solidified. Sandra had come to embrace serving the larger woman whom she saw as rightfully better than herself and full of power and drive. Her disdain for Hunter had reached a point that any stress she did have was released on him whether through forcing herself upon him or just through physical violence.

Hunter, who was slightly chubby prior to his shrinking, had lost a lot of weight (and confidence).  Another typical Saturday had arrived, and he found his head wedged between Mikayla’s thighs. Though she was only an inch taller than himself, that was still an entire 33% larger so she could easily manhandle him to do what she wanted. It was not like she had to as Sandra had essentially become his pimp when Olivia wasn’t using him. Sandra loaned him out to Olivia’s other tinies as they she saw fit, often coming at a price of them taking on some of her tasks.

“Oh Hunt…” Mikayla coo’d in pleasure as his miniscule tongue lapped away at her sex, “You’re really getting good at this. Sandra must have a great training regimen.” She tightened her thighs against Hunter’s ears.

It was true, thanks with input from Jen, Sandra had molded Hunter into an efficient tool not only for Olivia, but for herself and the other tines.

After 20 minutes, Mikayla reached satisfaction and snapped her fingers. Hunter’s tongue went from working inside her to lapping up her fluids until she deemed herself presentable. Hunter remained prone, as he had been trained, while Mikayla rose to her feet.

Mikayla bent over and ruffled Hunter’s overgrown hair with a hand. “That was a good one, squirt.” Her New York accent rang in Hunter’s ears. “I know Olivia is the big dog around here…” she then watched as Hunter kissed both her feet, “…but you know how to make a person feel like royalty.”

Tears welled up in Hunter’s eyes as he thought about what he had been reduced to in less than a month. From going from a strong political threat to Olivia’s power to being the most insignificant thing in her presence.

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Olivia’s body glistened with sweat under the later morning sun. Dressed in a Cyan Sports Bra and matching gym shorts, Olivia ran over the Arthur Ravenel Bridge. She had just passed mile 7 on her 13 mile run. She paused and looked over her left shoulder, Jen was trailing behind her.

“Come on, slow poke!” She teased.

“How the hell are you so quick!?” Jen screamed back as she choked for air.

“It’s the insoles!” She winked back at Jen who returned a smile.

After letting Jen get close, Olivia continued the run.

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Sandra was cleaning the tile in one of Olivia’s many bathrooms when she heard the beeps form the notification installed throughout the mansion.

“Miss is home!” She screamed in excitement and hopped on a nearby robot-device which carried her away.

Sandra congregated with Tiffany, Connor and the others as they awaited Olivia to enter the home. Hunter cowered in her shadow as he waited. Soon, they could hear Olivia and Jen’s voices, the two had left together 2 hours earlier.  Olivia had told her slaves that she was doing ‘product testing’.

“…oh yeah. They’re pretty great. I think they’ll do well in the athletic market. Especially on the high end…” Olivia’s voice echoed in the foyer as the mansion’s large main door opened.

“What do we call them?” Jen asked as she followed Olivia in and appreciated the A/C blasting her sweat-covered body.

“Sole mates?” Olivia postulated.

“I love it!” Jen gave Olivia a high five and then the two women turned their attention to the gathered tinies below.

“Hello my lovelies!” Olivia chimed.

“Good morning, Miss!” The slaves replied in unison.

Tiffany looked up in awe at her former friends. How stunning they looked. In their hands, they held smoothies. She smacked in her lips – she couldn’t remember how long it had been since she had smoothie.

Jen then watched as Hunter, Sandra, and the Yantz’s gathered around her shoes while Tiffany, Connor, and Mikayla gathered around Olivia’s. Muffled screams and cries emanated from within.

Hunter stared up in at his giant ex in fear. The abuse she had put him through these past three weeks could not be overstated. And with her having corrupted his wife, he had no escape from torture.  

Jen took a sip of her smoothie and watched as the quadruplet pulled on the laces of her shoes and the unraveled. Her swollen feet pushed against the fabric of the shoes, opening them slightly.

With some help form the larger women, the tiny slaves had soon removed their shoes leaving their sweat-soaked socked feet.

Olivia reached down and peeled off her socks. She then handed them to Tiffany, take these to the laundry, please.

“Yes, miss.” Tiffany’s heart was a flutter as she cradled the odorous material in her arms. She took deep breaths to fill her lungs with Olivia’s scent.

Jen repeated the act and gave a sock each to Melanie and Steve Yantz. She smiled at their little bodies struggling under the weight of the soaked fabric.

Sandra waited patiently for directions from her owner. Her hands were clasped behind her as she stared in wonderment up at Jen and Olivia.

Hunter could only look on in disgust as his wife, in name only at this point, swooned over the giant women who controlled her life. He looked at Jen’s bare feet resting flushing against the floor, the amount of humiliation and punishment he had been subjected to from them equaled days. His eyes traveled up his ex’s monolithic legs to her face. She was unaware or uncaring of his gaze as she sucked on the straw between her soft and full lips.

Jen smacked her lips in satisfaction and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Nothing like some banana-strawberry-kiwi a good workout.”

Olivia nodded an affirmative as she suckled from her own straw.

Her head then leveled downward; she was often surprised by just how much she had to tilt her neck to take in the sight of the tiny people below.  The sight made her smile. Sandra stared up at her like a puppy as she eagerly awaited any orders while Hunter stared at the floor, he refused to look her in the eyes until she ordered him to do so.

Their insignificance always made her feel special. So powerful. Her pinky toes, alone, were each about the same size as Hunter.

“Look at me, runt.” She commanded down to Hunter.

Hunter’s ears boomed with Jen’s command, but he ignored her.

Jen sighed, “It’s almost like you enjoy me punishing you.”

Hunter’s heart jumped from his chest at Jen’s words, and he attempted to turn his face to hers, but it was too late.

Jen lifted her right foot and carefully positioned her toes over hunter. She flexed them carefully, the robins-egg painted nails reflected the sunlight from the foyer’s glass ceiling.

Hunter screamed as the shadow fell over him.

“Jen! No!”, but it was useless.

Jen lowered her toes carefully onto tiny man and squinted as she felt his body with her digits – she was thankful for their sensitivity.

Sandra watched as Jen’s toes curled around her husband; the sight of Hunter’s tiny body being seemingly swallowed by the toes was both a horrifying and fascinating sight. Though she felt sorry for his screams, it did bring Sandra a small sense of joy to see Hunter punished even further; even with her feelings for Olivia and Jen, she still had not forgiven him for selling her out to try to empower himself. She watched as Jen’s foot lifted into the air. Hunter’s body was grasped firmly between the pads of the middle & second toe. His body completely buried into the folds of the skin.

Hunter tried to scream and fight his way free, but it was no use. His mouth filled with sweat from Jen’s skin as it sealed around his face. His pitiful arms sunk into the soft flesh and became trapped within the wrinkles.

Jen lowered her hand below her foot and then splayed her toes. Hunter’s tiny body fell from her toes’ grip like a loose piece of dirt and landed on her awaiting palm.

Sandra stepped back as Jen’s foot fell back to earth like a flag-pole being planted and, once again, Jen stood tall and strong. It reminded Sandra of pictures of Amazonian warriors from her Humanities books in college.

Hunter lay prone on Jen’s warm palm as it was held just below her face. He looked up to see her snarling visage above.

“Listen here, runt.” Jen spoke, the warm air from her mouth blew over him like a humid hurricane. “In case you forgot, you are Olivia’s property. You have no rights. No agency. Anything told to you, you obey. No protest, no debating. You lost that right long ago.  You’re no longer Hunter Keller ‘Hunter of Corruption” – shitty campaign slogan by the way – you’re Hunter Keller: Toe Jam Eater, Lint Licker, Ass Kisser. Whatever Olivia or anybody else wants you to be. But a person you are not.”

Hunter remained motionless as Jen humiliated him in front of Olivia and the other tinies.

“Now. Since you’re avoiding my feet. Let’s try another thing. Ya see I switched to a new deodorant the other week and it just doesn’t appear to be cutting it.”

Jen lifted her left arm and sniffed. She made a look of disgust.

“Definitely ripe. I think you’re the perfect man for the cleanup job. I’ll just need you to lick up all that gross bacteria in my pits and that should help me feel a bit fresher.”

Hunter attempted to speak, but was silenced by Jen.

“No. words.”

Hunter nodded.

“Gooood booyyy.” Jen spoke to tiny man like a pet and then carefully grabbed him so his head was secure between her right thumb and forefinger. His head was held in position.

Hunter attempted to struggle free – if he fell from this height, it may kill him…hopefully – it was no use as Jen’s fingers easily held him with no effort. He could only be a passenger as Jen’s armpit grew closer along with the heat and scent from it.

The other tinies looked on as Hunters body was pressed deep into Jen’s underarm skin. She carefully unclenched her grip and she pressed hunter into her skin and the let go.

Hunter screamed in terror as Jen’s hand slowly left him. He realized that was somehow stuck to the stubbly skin of Jen’s armpit.

“See how bad that stuff is? More sticky that scenty.” Jen shook her head in displeasure at the poor product. “But I guess it does serve it’s use.”

With this, she lowered her arm, entombing Hunter into her armpit.

Hunter screamed as Jen’s arm lowered, but he was quickly muffled.

Sandra watched as her husband was squished by Jen’s armpit and then looked up at her toned arms. The strong bicep flexed ever-so-slightly as Jen continued to hold the large smoothie her in her left hand.

“Alrighty.” Olivia spoke following her friend’s show, “Why don’t y’all be dolls and get them Sole-Mates out of our shoes. We’re gonna go cool off by the pool.” Olivia winked to the tinies and then turned with Jen.

Sandra watched as the titanic feet stamped off into the distance.

“Y’all get the Olivia’s shoes.” Tiffany grabbed Sandra’s attention as she spoke to her and Connor.

Sandra and Connor approached one of Olivia’s shoes. Neon Pink Nike’s specially designed for Olivia – obviously working as they helped her dominate the city’s Marathon the past 3 years. Screams and cries could be heard as they approached the shoe’s opening.

“Pleassse. Hellllp.” A hoarse voice croaked.

Connor looked down to Sandra and kneeled, he presented his hands so that he could lift her into the shoe. Sandra grunted as she grabbed the edge of the shoe opening and hoisted herself over. The soggy insole yielded under her own feet as she looked upon the sight.

A young man, no older than 21 lay on his back pressed deep into the insole. His body was beaten, pruned, and covered in what appeared to be a friction-burn.

Though he was well built with defined pecs and abs, he was no match for Olivia’s right foot.

He lifted his head positioned toward the shoe’s toe box and looked at Sandra with tears in his eyes.

“Please help me.” He nearly cried.

“Hold on, hun.” Sandra attempted to put on her best Southern charm, “We’ll get you out of here in a second. Miss really did a number on you, huh?”

“This was supposed to help me with student loans…” he struggled. “Miss Grace said I would be benefitting others…”

Sandra nodded. “Well, you benefited her split times, I’m sure” She leaned down and grabbed the beaten man’s hand and pulled him to his legs which quivered.

“Careful. No doubt you’re dehydrated.” Sandra carefully walked the Sole-Mate to the shoes opening and called out to Connor “Hey! Could you and Tiff help us out?”

A few short seconds later, Sandra and the Sole-Mate were pulled from the shoe.  The boy collapsed onto the ground along with 3 others just like him. All young men with great bodies.

Tiffany pointed to one the men who was black, “He said they’re all former college athletes cut from their teams or lost their scholarships and needed to finish paying for school one way or another. Said Olivia sent an email to all students like himself and offered them roles and she would completely pay off their debts.”

“Damn is she coniving.” Connor replied.

“Like a fox…a foxy fox…” Sandra spat out earning raised eyebrows from the other tinies.

“Say anything like that again, and I am sitting on you for a week.” Tiffany stated.

The three tinies laughed among the ‘casualties’ of Olivia and Jen’s run…

Two nights later, Olivia was hosting another small party. This time for herself, Jen, and few of her favorite students. It was an official ‘launch’ of Sole-Mates beta testing.

As some of you may know, I’ve been eager to get into athletic gear for a while. Olivia spoke to the table of women who all nodded back.

“Thanks to some recent testing with my dear friend,” Olivia raised her glass to Jen who returned the salute. “I would like to welcome you all as official testing of my first product, Sole-Mates! If you would all reach under your seats…”

Olivia watched as the 4 young women reached under their chairs and pulled small Yellow boxes with “Sole👣Mates” written in Sky Blue.

The boxes were all opened with oohs and awes.

“WAIT. Miss Grace. I think I know these two.” Maeve spoke up.

“Me too!” Another girl added.

Olivia smiled and clasped her hands together. “I’m glad you noticed! As Sole-Mates will be a special bespoke product, one benefit is getting a pair that will benefit you the most. Through social media scraping and data collection, we were able to identify Sole-Mates that would be your Best-Mates.”

“Is this my brother? Is this the special job he was rubbing in my face?” Another girl asked inspecting her Sole-Mates closely.

“Ah. Yes! Riley. After your brother got cut from the team due to academics, he lost his scholarship. I gladly offered him something that would allow him to be useful. And you may notice that his companion is your former neighbor, Devon.”

“Oh my god, I had such a crush on him last year.” Riley replied, her eyes staring in awe at the tiny men.

“Go ahead, try them on. There should be another box with a pair of running shoes.” Olivia encouraged the blonde.

Riley placed down the yellow box and pulled another box from under her chair. She opened it up revealing a pair of Forest-Green running shoes. “School colors?”

“So you can wear them to track meets!” Olivia replied happily. “If you’ll notice the insoles have special spots for them.” Olivia added.

The table then watched as Riley slipped her brother and Devon into the shoes. She carefully took off her heels and then placed her bare feet into the shoes and tightly laced them. Standing up, Riley made a few strides and then smiled.

“Miss Grace. I’m not sure why or how, but these are great! But…like…will they survive? I’d hate to tell my parents that I killed my brother like this…” Riley looked honest with her fear.

“Perfectly fine! Not only were they shrunk, but I had the guys and gals at the lab run some tests and make some small modifications to not only them, but the shoes.”

Meanwhile, Lauren sat with Nate dangling from a Necklace around her neck. She carefully opened her box to reveal yet two more of her employees.

“MY brothers!” Nate screamed.

“Oh yes. Lauren. As you’re aware after their brother was made your property, these two quit and left you to work nights alone. Well, after a few calls, I made sure this would be the only job they could get. Amazing how corrupt our police are.”  Olivia smiled.

Nate screamed and cried as he soon watched his brothers placed into a pair of Birthday Cake Ice-Cream themed running shoes and Lauren’s barefeet – with nails painted purple by Nate – slid in, entrapping them.

“Oh. There was a request made by their family. They would like to see them every Thanksgiving. I told them that would be up to you after writing them a big check.” Olivia winked at Lauren who smiled as an image of her pulling of her shoes at the Thanksgiving table flashed into her mind.

“Looks like a successful launch so far!” Olivia clapped as other boxes were opened….

Hunter was utterly and completely defeated. Though he hadn’t fallen like Sandra into a love of serving of Olivia; he had grown acclimated to it. His mind was constantly filled with his own voice calling him a loser and a failure and how he deserved whatever Olivia had in store for him.

Olivia, on the other hand, believed she was nothing, but a winner and reality was not proving her wrong. Her debt service organization had grown to be publicly listed making her billionaire twice over and her Sole-Mates and Athletic wear had exploded; cities all over the world carried her products.

“Yes…it all started with a small loan of $20 Million.” Olivia spoke into the camera which transmitter her image worldwide for her CNN interview. “I really had to grind and work my way up to what I am today…”

The anchor woman’s voice betrayed how gross she felt, “Wow. What an amazing story. And now you’re hoping to become the Governor of a state at age 28 with your newest campaign announcement?”

Olivia struggled not to smile, “That’s right. My family has worked so hard to benefit the great state of South Carolina and I only thought it would be appropriate to dedicate a part of my life serving the people of the place I call home.” Olivia smiled some more as she awaited the next question. Hunter’s body, dressed in a gold-flake bodysuit, dangled from a thin chain around her neck.

“And what are your thoughts about the Miniaturization rights protests taking place across the country? Do you feel that people should have the ability to reduce other people to nothing more than objects? If that’s anything your necklace is to go by, at least…” The anchor’s voice came into Olivia’s earpiece.

Olivia rolled her eyes, “First of all, my ‘necklace’ as you so eloquently put it, is former Charleston politician Hunter Keller. Hunter and his wife Sandra agreed, like all grown adults should, to the terms placed before them and to all resulting actions. Isn’t that right, Hunter?” Olivia shot back

Though he couldn’t see the screen, Hunter knew the camera had zoomed in on him. His body was now seen by millions globally. He nodded; his hands chained behind his back.

“And, actually, how about I send you a pair of shoes?” Olivia added, catching the Anchorwoman off guard.

“Uh. Wha?” the voice in Olivia’s ear stumbled.

“Yeah! That’s what us ladies should do for each other. Instead of dragging one-another down, I’ll send you a pair of our finest shoes. They’ll make you feel great…” Olivia continued until the Anchorwoman cut her off

“Uh, we thank you for your time, Ms. Grace, but now we must move on to our next interview…” Olivia could tell the voice interviewing her was flustered.

“And that’s a wrap!” Jen screamed from behind the camera – as Olivia’s campaign manager, she had grown used to joining her friend for interviews and other travels. “How the hell do you do it?” she asked.

“Do what?” Olivia replied.

“Do you!” Jen screamed, “The way you threw that interviewer off balance. Masterful.”

“When you grew up in a family like mine, you learn how to deflect with the best of ‘em” Olivia beamed.

In the 7 months since Hunter and Sandra’s shrinking, Olivia had grown her menagerie of miniatures to include two current students – shrunk by a court for threatening to bomb one of her businesses. And a former small-town strip club owner. Olivia had bought his businesses out from under him and provided all the girls will fully paid scholarships after one of the girls wrote to her saying how much of an inspiration she was. Hunter, however, remained at the bottom of the pack with all other tinies towering over his 2-inch body.

Jen, meanwhile, had begun to grow her own stable with being on Olivia’s payroll. Not only was Sandra firmly under her thumb, but she had at least 2 boyfriends shrank, and a Starbucks employee who had gotten he drink wrong. All thanks to Olivia’s connections.

“So you still haven’t forgiven her for the Caramel Macchiato incident? Wasn’t that over two weeks ago?” Olivia nodded to a small brunette picking lint from between Jen’s toes.

“Looks it’s not what she did, hit’s how she handled it.” Jen scoffed down to the tiny woman who wept.

“Please. I just was trying to pay off my Art School loans!” Her frazzled hair and tear-stained face looked up to Jen who showed no mercy.

“Ohhh An art school grad? We can put that to use tonight on a fresh coat of paint. Now finish getting that lint so I can put on my new Very Privés.” Jen leaned back and sipped form her coffee cup and left the crying woman to her work.

“So how are the polls looking?” Olivia asked.

“You know, you may not believe this, but that appears to have helped you. Most recent numbers show you up by 13 points.” Jen tapped on a phone in her hand. “If this keeps up, South Cackilacky may be looking at Governor Olivia Grace in 3 months”

Hunter’s stomach churned. The idea that people would willingly vote for Olivia and her corrupt family drove him insane.

Olivia reached up and grabbed Hunter’s little body between her fingers, “Oh, Huntie. All that hard work you did to upend me and you’re nothing but a piece of jewelry now. Literally called a ‘necklace’. Imagine if you and Jen would have stayed together. It could’ve been you in that campaign manager chair now.”

Hunter looked at Jen who sipped from her cup with a smirk with one leg crossed over another. Her skirt revealed her toned legs and just ever-so-much more.  

Hunter hung his head, “I’m sorry.” He spoke, which silenced Olivia.

“What was that?” Olivia looked at Jen with a smile.

“I’m sorry.” He reiterated. “I should’ve learned my role. I never would have succeeded against you…with or without Jen…”

Jen recalled back to when he ended their engagement saying she was purposely sabotaging his success against Olivia.

“I deserve to be nothing more than a trophy to your success. I’ve already lost my wife to you, might as well give myself as well.” His voice shook with each word as he realized he was giving Olivia her final victory over him.

“Ok.” Was all Olivia replied with.

“What?” Hunter asked, a bit surprised.

“What did you think I would say, Huntie?” Olivia nearly laughed, “OH I FINALLY HAVE YOU UNDER MY COMPLETE CONTROL!” She said this in her best villainess voice.

Hunter felt himself grow embarrassed.

“I’m not a cartoon villain. I mean, who cares what you think. Look at you, you’re dangling above my boobs wearing a little leotard that I slipped you into this morning. I can make you do anything I want.” Olivia continued to berate Hunter. “That’s so typical of you. Thinking you haven’t been beaten because you didn’t admit it. No. You lost the minute you and Sandie stepped into my office. This isn’t a war where I need you to admit defeat, this is a conquest where I already have you underfoot.”

Jen raised her cup to Olivia, “Now that’s a speech.”

“And now I need a hot bath.” Olivia rubbed her temples.

“Let’s go, girl!” Jen waved motioned to her friend rose to her full height. Hunter watched as she used her left foot to push the little barista into an awaiting flat.

Olivia and Jen hopped in awaiting Maybach and headed toward the apartment which Olivia owned in Midtown Manhattan. Olivia was in New York to promote the opening of the flagship store of her Athletic brand, ‘Graced’…

Hunter felt dehydrated as sweat poured down his forehead. The gold leotard which he wore was soaked in sweat and humidity. His arms and legs burned as he still dangled from the necklace around Olivia’s neck even while the rest of her was naked. He stared down into the steamy water only to see Olivia’s bare breasts beneath the surface. His own feet dipped just below the water as well.  

Olivia sat in a jacuzzi tub overlooking the East River and into Brooklyn from 44 floors up. The sky was dark and overcast from a recent early-Fall storm. A small table attached to the side of the tub held a glass of deep-red Egri Bikavér wine and a beautifully constructed charcuterie board. Out of Time by The Weeknd played softly from speakers located all around the large bathroom.

Olivia shimmied her shoulders to the music and reached over the charcuterie board with her right hand. Her hand hovered over Sandra and Tiffany who stood at perfect attention; she eventually stopped over a cube of Comté cheese and some slices of Jamon Iberico.

Sandra couldn’t help but look into Olivia’s blue eyes which paid her no mind as they perused the selection of the charcuterie. She watched as Olivia’s burgundy painted from the nails descended and delicately plucked the cheese from the board and back into the sky. Though her own stomach rumbled hungrily, Sandra watched with glee as Olivia’s fingers floated before her mouth and carefully placed the morsels between the giant lips; Sandra felt herself shiver with pleasure.

Olivia sucked the grease from her fingers and continued to hum along and shimmy to the music. The water in the tub splashing to her movements, much to Hunter’s displeasure. Olivia reached once again over the tub-side table and carefully grabbed the large glass of wine and raised it to her lips. With a hearty sip, she let herself sink into the tub. The back of her head rested on an Ostrich Leather headrest.

Hunter screamed as the water encroached upward. His leotard quickly soaked, he fought to not sink under the surface. Luckily, he was buoyant enough to float on his back. He gasped for air as he was forced to look upward to Olivia’s face. Her hums vibrated her body and the surround water. He watched as she sipped from the large glass of wine.

Her body in a relaxed stretch, Olivia lifted her feet from the water onto a leather footrest on the opposite side of the tub. Connor, Mikayla, Melissa, and Steve were waiting for various tools and quickly took to their tasks.

Her toenails were bare as that night they were to get a new colour. Now, however, Connor worked a clipper against her toenails, a satisfying snap answered each of his efforts. Melissa and Steve followed with a file while Mikayla rubbed lotion into the skin.

Olivia let herself sink further into the water to give her feet more leverage. The sound of thunder rumbled outside as another storm began to roll in. She took another sip of wine and closed her eyes as the warm water cocooned her. There was no better life than that of Olivia Grace.

Olivia emerged from the bathroom in a Burgundy bathrobe, her blonde hair tied into a tight knot above her head, the robe was left untied. Her C-cup breasts and toned core left bare, peaked through as the robe moved with her gait. Hunter still dangled form her neck and swayed side-to-side. His, now soaked, leotard quickly cooled, and he now shivered. Olivia’s body heat was the only warmth provided to him.

The music which played in the bathroom flowed through the entire apartment which was larger than many houses. The entire 45th and 44th floor of the building were owned by Olivia. She walked past a room dedicated to just her shoes and stopped. Her former student and the strip club owners were working diligently to polish a pair of Alligator Leather flats. She smiled as the younger men and older man were obviously exhausted.

“Keep it up, boys.” She teased “Those are looking great, and I want the other 40 pairs to all shine the same!”

Olivia made her way to one of the apartment’s kitchens and reached into the robe’s pockets. Her hands pulled out Mikayla, Sandra, and Tiffany from one pocket and Connor and the Yantz’s from another. She placed the sextuplet on one of the Italian Marble counter-tops.

“I’m going to go put on some clothes. If y’all would be so kind, I’d like a hot cup of black tea waiting when I come back. Jen and I are going to the opening of the Time Square store tonight and I would like to be my best.” Olivia ordered her tinies who all quickly tended to their tasks to prepare her tea.

She walked from the kitchen with Hunter still around her neck and into her master bedroom. She closed the door and pressed a button on a nearby wall. The floor to ceiling windows surrounding the room in the corner of the building’s floor tinted dark and soft lighting turned on.  Dark Horse by Katy Perry now played.

“Oh I love this song!” Olivia spoke aloud and then ordered her home system to turn of the volume.

Hunter’s exhausted body hung loosely from the necklace as Olivia sung the song and moved around the room.

“I knew you were. You were gonna come to me. And here you are…” Olivia stripped from her robe and moved toward a walk-in closet which was adorned with wall-to-wall mirrors.

Surrounded by mirrors, Hunter was forced to look at the sight of himself. His wrists and ankles, both well past numb, held by gold chains to the larger chain around Olivia’s neck.

“So you wanna play with magic? Boy, you should know whatcha falling for. Baby, do you dare to do this?
'Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse…” Olivia sang softly and carefully browsed her many dozens of dresses.

Hunter, along for the ride, watched as Olivia’s handled rifled through the man dresses and finally settled on a dark purple, silk, Bodycon dress.

Olivia walked from the closet still singing to herself, “Are you ready for, ready for. A perfect storm, a perfect storm?. 'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine…”

Olivia reached and touched Hunter at this point.

“…There's no going back”

Olivia’s fingers squeezed Hunter softly with this line and then lowered from him. He felt his dick betray him with Olivia’s touch, the small outline of his penis soon appeared in his tight outfit.

Olivia continued to sing as she got changed. Finally, she stood in the mirror. The purple dress clung to her tightly. The outlines of her fit body were perfectly accentuated. A pair of black sling-back heels were on her size 11 feet. And, finally, Hunter dangled above her breasts.

“Let’s go have some tea, shall we?” She spoke to herself and Hunter in the mirror and turned..

Sandra put the final touches on her Mistress’ tea. The clack of Olivia’s heels against the marble floors announced her arrival. Sandra had to stop her jaw from dropping.

Olivia always looked stunning, but tonight she looked gorgeous. Her hair put up in a Chignon Bun and then her fit body hugged by the purple dress and then her feet adorned with the dark-black heels. Sandra couldn’t help but be a bit surprised by the nude nails which her owner wore, but was not shocked. She was honestly jealous of Hunter for getting to be so close to this perfect woman.

“The tea looks great, y’all.” Olivia reached down and grabbed the porcelain saucer and cup. A few soft sips followed with Olivia voicing her approval, “Mmmm. Y’all know just how I like this. A little honey. Small bit of lemon and a dab of mint leaf.”

The peaceful moment was disturbed as the speaker system played a ringing phone.

“ANSWER!” Olivia shouted with a sigh.

‘Uh, h-hello?” The voice of an older man came on the phone.

“Oh. Hi Mayor Mcheese…” Oliva smiled as her purposeful bastardization of the man’s name, “Mayor McCleaf..”

“Oh yeah. Miss Grace!” The mayor replied not even recognizing that he was being made fun of, “I just wanted to make sure all was still set for the opening of your store tonight and if you needed anything else form the city?”

Olivia smiled at how the Mayor of one of the world’s largest cities personally called her with fear in his voice. Even before her recent financial success, she had given millions to his campaign.

“I mean, if you really want to help me out, you could offer to become a Sole-Mate. Supply is damn low.” Olivia spoke.

“Uh. I uh. Well…” The mayor stumbled over his words.

“Relax! We’re all good tonight. Thanks for your concern.” Olivia answered back.

“Okay. Good to hear. Just wanted to make sure after the recent bomb threat.” The Mayor replied.

“Oh, we’re all good. Those little assholes now know more about women’s’ shoes then they ever did about bombs. Fucking incels.” Olivia replied as she peeked into the other room to watch the young men polishing a new pair of shoes.

“Glad to hear. Pl-please don’t hesitate to reach out if you need any-“

Olivia hung up on the mayor mid-sentence. She finished her tea and then left the apartment with only Hunter in tow. The rest were left clean-up and tend to other tasks around her apartment.

Sandra sighed as she watched Olivia leave.

Olivia reached the bottom of the building and exited to awaiting paparazzi and fans. She put on a pair of sunglasses and walked out to the rainy weather.

“Miss Grace! How much more are you going to abuse your wealth!” A paparazzi attempted to catch her off guard.

“I love your shoes!” Another voice from the crowd screamed.

“Haters gonna hate. Lovers gonna love.” Olivia though to herself and approached the awaiting limo.

Olivia entered to be greeted by Jen who was taking full advantage of the amenities offered. She lied in a recliner with her legs elevated. Her bare feet were propped up and being tended to by two 10 inch men.

“Who’re they?” Olivia asked as the door closed behind her with a camera flash.

“Overnighted from Austin. Natalie’s doing a great job.” Jen answered with a smile on her face.

“Damn. What did they did do to deserve that? Also why so…big?” Olivia asked as she settled into her seat.

“Natalie wanted to test it out, said that she received feedback from other customers. Small enough so they know their place, but large enough to be a bit more useful. Speaking of; Paul I’m going to need you to put more effort into it, my instep really needs a good stretch…”

Olivia watched as one of the men, probably in his early 40s, but still fit and with a touch-of-grey pushed his shoulder into instep of Jen’s right foot.

“As for what they did. Took out a $2 Mil loan with no attention of paying back. Wound up having to pay some authorities in Eastern Europe for their whereabouts. They were living in a mansion in Romania attempting to hide out. Natalie was able to work a deal to get them back. As punishment she sent them up our way to be my insoles for tonight.”

Hunter stared down at the men who tended to his Ex’s feet. Though he didn’t envy them, he was slightly jealous that they got to be so much larger than himself.

“What about him?” Jen pointed to Hunter.

“Only one I brought tonight. I didn’t want him to be overshadowed by anything. Looking forward to seeing our photos in the Tabloids tomorrow.” Olivia reached up and touched Hunter once again. Hunter’s body shivered against his will.

After a 30 minute drive, the limo arrived at it’s destination.

“Alrighty. Paul. Jeremy. In you go.” Jen leaned forward and grabbed the men one by one and shoved them into her Very Privés. Jen’s size 10 feet just barely covered each man.

Paul screamed as Jen’s foot entered the shoe and her warm sole enveloped him. A week prior he had been drinking cocktails on the Black Sea coast. Now, his face was nestled into the space under Jens’ big and second toes, the smell of the lotion which he had just recently applied nearly suffocated him.

The door opened and Jen stepped out first into the awaiting crowd. Olivia followed.

Hunter was blinded, not only by the paparazzi, but by the size and scope of the store. In true Times Square fashion, it the façade was overly gaudy. Large LED screens adorned the outside showing models with Graced athletic ware. An image of Grace towering over New York flashed occasionally.

Olivia smiled as she walked the red carpet to the front of the store. The day’s rain had left a slight chill in the air, but also left it feeling fresh. She stopped and posed every few feet.

Jen, meanwhile, followed her employer and friend. An emerald green mermaid style dress adorned her and her brunette hair was let loose. With each step, she felt Paul and Jeremy were pressed into her soles. It almost felt like a small pressure message witch each step. She could feel their faces pushed into her toes’ undersides.

Both women reached the front of the store. A bright sign in white reading GRACED shined brightly above them. A pink ribbon stretched across the doors.

From his first-person perspective, Hunter powerlessly watched as Olivia’s hands grabbed a giant pair of gold scissors from New York’s mayor who briefly locked eyes with Hunter and blushed; it was apparent that he meant to peek at Olivia’s cleavage.

Olivia stood proudly before the crowd, “With these scissors, I pronounced the store…” Hunter watched as her well kept hands worked the scissors “…OPEN!” the scissor clamped down with a satisfying snip and the ribbon was cut.

The doors were opened by over 50 employees wearing Graced shirts with all 30 of the current locations listed. Everywhere from New York. To New Orleans. To Vegas. To LA.

From that point, the night was chaos for Hunter. Olivia stood giving autographs with fans. Many selfies and photos ops were taken with Hunter featured prominently. Eventually Olivia gave interviews to the various gathered reporters.

Much to Hunter’s chagrin, the New York Times’ reporter, a young black woman, seemed more interested in him than the store.

“…so yeah. He is contractually obligated to obey everything I say. He and his wife have been loyal customers….” Olivia answered the reporter’s questions.

Hunter watched on in horror as the Sole-Mates were sold by the hundreds. Many were pre-booked as the Sole-Mate’s need to be specially fitted and modified, but the large number of women in the building shocked him.

“And who are you being fitted with?” Olivia asked as a blonde wearing an NYU hoodie.

“Oh! Miss Grace! I’m a big fan…” The girl’s bare toes were painted pink and wiggled above a pair of shoes. “…so, Natasha and Nicole are, well I guess were, two of my sorority sisters. They fell on hard times after being expelled for cheating, so my family wanted to surprise me for my 21st birthday. Daddy said it took a lot, but their families eventually signed them over.”

Olivia watched as two miniature blondes, almost carbon copies of the girl, were placed into the insoles of the shoes and the girl slipped her feet in.

“Miss Grace! These are sooooo comfortable!” The girl wore a smile on her face and bounced to her feet.

Olivia laughed as the girl took large strides around the store.

The night finished with a private cocktail party including Olivia, Jen, and VIP guests. Hunter was forced to watch firsthand as Paul and Jeremy were used as entertainment along with other small men. At one point, the two men were surrounded by 5 women with Jen barking orders.

“You mean to tell me, he used to be your boss?” Jen asked as a redhead leaned back into a chair with her hands behind her head while a small man chewed her heels.

“Yep! Actually, he was promoted over me straight out of college, though I had been there for 5 years already. He was a horny bastard and got himself in hot water with HR and I sued his ass. Won a huge settlement which he couldn’t pay, so they gave me the next best thing.”

Hunter watched as the woman leaned forward and flicked the tiny man’s dick. He quickly crumpled in pain.

“Oh. Get up. It wasn’t that bad.” The redhead ordered in a Bronx accent.

Champagne flowed freely and eventually women were sharing and passing their prizes to each other. Hunter found himself back in Jen’s clutches as she traded Paul and Jeremy to Olivia.

“From toe ring to necklace. What will you be next? I think you’d look good on the end of a butt-plug.” Jen teased Hunter, her breath heavy with alcohol.

She found a secluded section of the room and sat on a chair.

“How much things change in five years.” Jen carefully rolled Hunter in her fingers; his body completely malleable to her. He was unchained from the necklace, but he felt this was worse.

“Remember when we first met and how you joked how successful you’d be. How I’d be getting you coffee one day?” Jen continued to contort Hunter’s tiny body. “Even when we dated, you still thought you were better than me. Always proclaiming I was wrong and you were right…”

Hunter felt the air get squeezed out of him as Jen’s fingers applied pressure.

“But in the end, here you are, being rolled up like a booger. I could flick you out this window if I wanted to…” Jen held her hand toward a nearby open window and pantomimed flicking Hunter.

“…but that’s not as enjoyable as watching you be owned by the woman you hated the most. The woman who has taken your life and wife. You ran your big mouth so much, and all its used for now is saying ‘yes ma’am’ and licking up grime…”

“That’s what you look like.” Jen motioned across the room to Paul and Jeremy with their heads between Olivia’s toes while she talked, uncaring, with other women. “Half the time she isn’t even paying attention to you. Yet, like a good little boy, you do as you’ve been trained. As you said earlier, you should’ve known your place from the beginning. Imagine, instead of being a bug between my fingers, you could’ve been getting me coffee. Imagine how much easier foot rubs would have been…” Jen smiled as she pictured Hunter scurrying around to set her meetings and listen to her beck-and-call.

Hunter stared up into Jen’s face, her nose directly above.

“You’re nothing now. Hardly worth the air coming from my lungs. But remember what could’ve been…”
Jen slipped off a heel and dropped Hunter into the toe section and replaced her foot.

Hunter sweltered between his ex’s toes for the remainder of the night…

 Sandra felt
conflicted. That task which Olivia gave her was the worst she had done, but it
was slightly humiliating.

“I don’t feel sunscreen on them cheeks!” Olivia’s voice
shouted, slightly muffled.

“Sorry, miss!” Sandra quickly scurried over to a small
saucer of Sunscreen and filled her arms with the substance.

Sandra stood on Olivia’s left buttcheek; hot sun overhead,
but the sound of waves and people enjoying themselves nearby. She sighed softly
to herself as she watched a young couple playing in a nearby pool. Their
laughter and playing reminder her of her former freedom and she and Hunter’s
early relationship. The ground shook below her throwing her off balance and
causing her to fall onto the smooth skin.

“If you don’t start working, I’m going to place you in my
crack and go for a bike ride.” Olivia spoke aloud in response to the flexing of
her glute to get Sandra’s attention.

“Yes, miss.” Sandra remained on her knees and began rubbing
Olivia’s already tanned skin with more of the oily lotion.

Olivia had taken herself, Sandra,Tiffany, Mikayla, and
Melissa for a ‘girls’ trip’ to Miami to review her latest asset. The Grace
Resort at Biscayune– yet another feather in her cap leading up to the election
in one month.

“You know, it really is tough running a multi billion-dollar
empire while also engaging in politics.” Olivia purred as Sandra continued to
lotion her ass. Mikayla and Melissa worked on her back. Tiffany oiled her large
legs.

“Oh. No doubt, miss.” Sandra entertained her owner.

“I mean, some people talk about how rough you shrunken folks
have it, but really, it’s not that bad. I mean, your only job is to keep me
happy and that’s pretty easy…Oooh, Sandy, that’s nice continue that.” Olivia’s
monologue went on.

Sandra’s face burned with slight embarrassment as a waitress
arrived just then. The two locked eyes briefly as Sandra rubbed lotion around
Olivia’s butt-crack; the waitress smiled at Olivia who looked away in shame.

“Your Margarita, miss.” She stood above Olivia who motioned
to a chair-side table.

“Place it there.”

The girl stooped down to place the large glass on a large
table, she hovered ever so much to watch the three miniature women work before
turning on her heel; stifled laugher rocked her chest.

Sandra remained in a constant internal struggle. She
practically worshipped Olivia, and by association Jen. They treated her well
compared to Hunter and other miniatures, but it came with its downsides. Such
as her current chore of oiling Olivia’s ass. It was obvious that she was an
object to be used by them, but it made her feel fulfilled; however, she
couldn’t help but think about what her family and friends thought. Pictures of
her between Olivia and Jen’s toes, polishing their nails, and acts such as the
current one had been published on numerous websites.

Sandra rose to grab more lotion and stared at her
surroundings once again. Olivia’s firm body was certainly beach worthy. It
helped that Olivia had a small platoon of people working exclusively on her
diet and physical fitness.

The sound of laughter pulled Sandra’s attention. She noticed
college-aged girls and guys standing across the pool pointing and taking pics
with their phones.  Her face burned with
humiliation as she froze.

“Oh, Sandy. You’re really off your game today…” Olivia
sighed.

Without a chance to explain or beg, Sandra watched Olivia’s
right-hand reach back. It quickly scooped her up.

Olivia maneuvered her hand behind her back and pulled her
bikini thong to the side. Sandra was pushed firmly between her cheeks. She
flexed her glutes as she felt the tiny woman’s body slide into place.

Sandra screamed and attempted to beg for mercy, but it was
useless. Darkness followed as she found herself wedged. The strong smell of
coconut oil and sweat filled the air as the pressure was put on her by Olivia’s
flexed glutes.

Olivia released her hand and snapped her thong back into
place.

“Tiff. Cheeks. Now.” She barked; the smaller woman’s tiny
feet were soon felt on the supple skin.

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Olivia panted. She had followed-up on her threat to Sandra.
Her body covered in sweat. The end of a 20 mile bike approached. Sandra’s body
was abused and beaten. Stuck in the microclimate of Olivia’s ass, Sandra deliriously
licked drops of sweat in hopes of satisfying her thirst.

Olivia took her time walking back to her Miami apartment. She
felt Sandra squirming between her cheeks. Her sweat soaked yoga pants secured
her tiny prisoner.

Sandra was eventually granted freedom.

Olivia peeled her yoga pants down. Her toned quads and
glutes popped in the mirror. Looking down she laughed as Sandra’s body had
stuck to the fabric and was pulled from between her cheeks.

“Good ride?” She asked the tiny woman who looked exhausted.

Sandra looked up at Olivia from the sweaty fabric. Her eyes
burned and muscles aches. She nodded and then smacked her lips.

“Th-thirsty, miss.” She squeaked.

“I imagine.” Olivia replied, uncaring. “Plenty of water
around you.” She motioned to the soaked fabric around Sandra

Sandra wanted to weep, “P-please…” she began to cry

Olivia smiled, “Suck it up, buttercup.”

Defeated, Sandra rolled over and
put her mouth to the fabric. The sucking and retching sounds could be heard by
Olivia who smirked with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, back in Charleston, Jen was hosting a girl’s
night of her own.

Hunter and Steve Yantz screamed as the giant foot descended
from above and landed on them. Their bodies were pressed into the dirt.

“Tough luck, boys.” A voice from above chided as the foot
rubbed into the ground and then lifted.

Hunter and Steve’s bodies lay pressed into the muddy
surface.

“Twenty-Seven points to Lauren!” Jen cheered as she marked a
large white board. A section of Olivia’s backyard was filled with women from
around the Charleston community. A fund-raising event for the Women in Digital
of Charleston Professional Organization; at the expense of the men present.

50 or so women ranging from Charleston professionals to
Olivia’s close group of students all enjoyed the company of around 100 tiny
men.

The current game, “Stomp the Glass Ceiling” was popular
among all attendees. 30 tiny men got a 5-minute head start and each contestant
had 30 seconds to step on them all. Whoever got the most points won a prize.

Hunter was exhausted. For once , though, his small size
proved an advantage. He could get lost in the dirt – all men were tracked with
an RFID tip so there was no danger of them getting lost for real.

Hunter watched as Lauren walked off to a lounge chair; Nate
his brothers were waiting and quickly began licking Lauren’s soles.

“My turn!” another voice all too eagerly announced.

“Oh no. Not her.” Hunter spoke aloud as he watched the next
contest.

The woman was Jen’s sister, Amber. She had actually
introduced the two way back and was heartbroken by the pain Hunter had put her
sister through. She made many threats against Hunter, but all proved
toothless…until now.  

Jen and Amber smiled to one another as they looked at Hunter
at the starting point.

“Ready. Set. Go!” Jen announced and the little men
scattered.

Hunter looked back to see Amber stretching. She was 2 years
older than her sister and 3 inches taller. A former college Track star, Hunter
pleaded for mercy to whatever God or Goddess existed.

5 minutes later, Amber made no effort to look for the other
29 men.

“Left!” “Straight!” Hunter could hear Jen’s voice. “Fucking
cheaters!” He yelled, but the ground around him soon shook.

Amber smiled. She stood with her hands on her hips over
Hunter’s hiding place. A sandcastle constructed for the game. She lifted her
right leg and carefully lowered.

Hunter screamed,“FUCK!” as the sand walls around him came
crumbling down.

Amber watched as the miniscule speck that was Hunter ran. It
was like watching a snail. Though his legs were moving as fast as his heart
could pump blood, to her it was nothing.

Amber lifted her foot and slowly dropped it on Hunter. A
full size 12 crashed down upon him.

Amber stood with her arms crossed and remained where she
was. She couldn’t’ even feel hunter under her foot, but knew he was there.

“TIME!” Jen screamed.

“1 point to Amber!” Jen was excited

Amber moved her foot to see Hunter’s body pressed into the
dirt and reached down and picked him up. She turned and winked to her sister
who winked back.

“Mister Keller. How long has it been, 3 years?” Amber asked
the miniscule being in her grip as she sat down at a lounge chair like
Lauren’s.

“Uh-uhm that’s right, Am-“ Hunter tried to answer, but was
cut-off

“That was rhetorical, idiot. And don’t you dare use my first
name. I’m Miss Newton to you.” Amber’s delight and anger were all rolled
together at having Hunter in his humiliating position.

“Look at you. The great Hunter Keller now reduced to being a
piece in a game under feet. Fitting for Toe Jam…” Amber let her words hang in
the air.

“J-Jen told you about that?” He whimpered.

“Oh. Jen told me everything and the media has done the
rest.” Amber leaned back. “You have no idea how happy this has made my family
after you broke my sister’s heart. Seeing the pictures online of you under
Olivia and her feet. Humiliated in front of a college class. Hell, your wife
falling in love with my sister…” Amber let the words sting.

“I told them how sorry I was…” Hunter sounded morose.

“Oh she told me that, too. How you apologized and said how
you should’ve known  your place. Damn
right you should’ve. Now look at you. Covered in foot sweat and dirt. You
really are toe jam.” Amber’s face hovered over Hunter who stood on her palm.

Jen watched from afar as her sister abused Hunter. She
looked around at the sites and couldn’t help but smile at the misery of the men
around her. Former business owners reduced to pedicurists for college girls.
College guys with a perceived future used as toys by older professional women.

Amber’s derision strengthened, “And it’s going to be oh so
sweet when Olivia becomes Governess. You’re going to see some big changes around
the state; and she’ll win the presidency in 10 years, too…”

Hunter pictured Olivia in the White House with Sandra and Him
on her desk. He shuddered.

“The strong are boiling to the top, little guy. Let’s see how
you’ll do.”

Jen watched as Amber reached down to her feet with Hunter…

Olivia’s continued rise to power and fame over the past year had been jarring for Hunter. 14 Months prior he was close to winning an election himself which should’ve given him a foothold to begin dismantling Olivia and family’s stranglehold on his state, instead everything that could’ve went wrong did.

His freedom stripped. His wife turned against him. And now he, along with Olivia’s other pets, occupied the South Carolina Governor’s  Mansion with Olivia and her political staff….

Olivia’s first two months in office saw her further entrench herself in the hearts of the people. The “Return to Grace” platform as Olivia had called it had proven popular across all political parties and most demographics.Even Hunter had to admit that Olivia was extremely skillful in cutting through bureaucratic barriers to achiever her means.

“No. No. Tell them that if they want these funds, they’ll need to give way on the 3 points I laid-out, not just 2…” Olivia sifted through papers and emails on her desk. Her office contained Herself, Jen, and two female staffers.

“Oh. Plenty. She owns her first husband, so I’m sure we could spin that some way to the press…” the staffer replied.

“Wonderful. Run with it.” Olivia smiled and the staffer turned to leave.

Hunter couldn’t help but watch the girl leave. A tight business skirt-suit clung to her body and black heels accentuated her calves
and ass… A hard smack to the back of his head brought Hunter’s attention back to the world.

“Yes, Sandy…” Hunter replied morosely.

The habitat in which Olivia kept Hunter, Sandra, and the other shrinks in when not in use was nothing more than fancy hamster cage. They
all slept on piles of shredded papers and used a communal trough for the bathroom. Showers and baths, of course, were a no go so Sandra often made Hunter start
his day by giving her a tongue bath.

Hunter got on all fours and began licking his wife’s, comparatively, large feet. He worked his tongue between her toes and under her
soles. His tongue quickly accumulated with dirt and grime.

Sandra smiled as she and her husband locked eyes briefly while he licked around her left knee.

Staring up into his wife’s face and took in the sight of her breasts and crotch above him, Hunter could feel himself grow hard. “Oh no.” He thought to himself.

“Bet you wish you could fuck me, huh?” Sandra asked Hunter.

“Yesh, mish Shandy…” Hunter replied not daring to remove his tongue from her.

“Well, you know that’s not possible. First of all, I will never touch that pathetic dick of yours ever again. Secondly, you know how Miss
Olivia does not like fraternization between her property.” Sandy smiled as the defeat filled Hunter’s eyes.

Hunter felt his face grow red. The though of masturbating right now in the clear cube with potentially Olivia, Jen, or her staffers seeing almost made him go instantly flaccid.

Hunter knew this was an order. He reached down with his right hand and gripped his shaft.

Sandra smiled. Hunter stared into her eyes, tears welling, and licked her knee, that was as high as he came up to her.

“That’s right, little guy. Think about how I’ll never let you touch me for the rest of your life. The only thing you’ll get is my sweat earned
from serving Olivia.” As Sandra humiliated her tiny husband, she though she could hear and feel thunder, but she didn’t let her eyes waver from Hunter’s.

Hunter’s hand picked up speed and the sound of his balls smacking against his bare-skin was like a speedbag.‘S-sandy. You’re g-gorgeous…” He croaked out as he could feel an orgasm coming.

Watching Hunter suck on her knee and jerk himself off was somewhat erotic. Olivia considered grabbing one of the bomb-threat guys after this and using him to release herself.

“Oh. Fuck. I fucking love you…” Hunter moaned as he shot his load.

“Oh god. Lick that up.”

Hunter felt his wife’s hand push him to the ground.  Prone at Sandra’s feet, his dick still throbbing, Hunter struggled not to gag as he forced to lick up his cum from her skin.

“Gross.” A booming voice came from above.

Hunter and Sandra both craned their heads to see Olivia, Jen, and the remaining staffer watching them. The staffer was recording on her phone.

“Don’t mind us. Just having a mid-morning break.” Olivia lifted the lid of the enclosure.

Sandra watched as Olivia’s hand plunged into the enclosure. The two bomb-threat men were plucked up. Olivia’s hand returned and grabbed Connor and Tiffany. And, one more swoop, found Sandra and Hunter pressed together in Olivia’s grip.

Minutes later, the three women sat with their shoes off.They lay reclined on rattan chairs in the mansion’s backyard.

“Geoff” Olivia snapped to one of her male staffers, “Can you get us each a mimosa.”

“Um. Uh. Certainly Governor Grace.” He quickly ran off to his duty.

“Kellers, meet Jamie. Jamie. The Kellers.” Olivia introduced the tiny couple to the girl. “Jamie here is studying law at USC.  I thought you two could have a good
conversation, Sandra, as you’re a USC grad. Or am I misremembering?”

Sandra felt herself blush as she stared up at Jamie’s face between the large feet. The girl wore a pleasant smile.

“That’s correct miss. I graduated 4 years before…” She thought back to standing in Olivia’s office.

“Oh yea! I remember, Hunter snuck your college debt in the deal to get you to be part of it. Jamie here is on a full ride, so no worries from her. How many years left, Jam-Jam?” Olivia asked.

“Oooh. Just in time for me to make a presidential run.” Olivia replied and winked.

Just then Olivia’s phone rang. She answered.

“Hello? Yeah? They did what!?” Ugh…. We’ll be there.” Olivia hung up and turned to Jen, “We gotta go. Some business business.”

“Awe. I was gonna have some fun with these two cuties.” Jen loomed over the tiny boys at her feet.

“Put them in your pockets, we’ll be back.” Olivia spoke as she rose and slipped her heels back on.

“You three have fun. We’ll be back. If Geoff comes back, just tell him to give you all three mimosas.” Olivia and Jen moved quickly, the sounds of their heels clacking against the brick disappearing into the distance.

Jamie looked at Sandra and Hunter framed by her feet. She struggled for conversation.

“So, uh, you went to USC Law, too?” Jamie asked Sandra nervously. Though the woman cowered between her feet, Jamie couldn’t help but feel a bit
nervous as she didn’t want to do anything to upset Olivia.

“Yes Miss. Class of 2020.” Sandra responded.

Jamie couldn’t help but feel a bit weird by being called
Miss by Sandra. “Oh wow, so you’re almost 10 years older than me!”

Sandra felt herself blush at the humiliation which Jamie
saw.

Sandra felt herself blush now for different reasons.

“Actually. We read a brief about your case. If everything Hunter did was legal and ethical…” Jamie began, but was interrupted.

“Uhhhh.” Geoff’s voice was heard and he soon stood to Jamie’s side. “Where’s Governor Grace and Jennifer?” He asked.

Geoff nervously placed the glasses down by Jamie. He looked down at the sight at Jamies feet, blushed, and then ran away.

Sandra looked quizzical.

“Oh. Don’t mind him. He and I are in the same class. He’s here for a work program; unfortunately, he didn’t’ get a scholarship, but got this gig, which pays fairly well. If he messes up, however, he’ll be in your position.” Jamie assuaged Sandra

“Oh yeah. So your case!” Jamie shouted which rattled Sandra and Hunter. “Very much not ethical, but very much legal thanks to some state codes ratified 2 years prior by Olivia’s Uncle.”

Sandra knew it, but hearing it confirmed by Jamie only cemented the hopelessness of their situation.

Jamie took a sip of her mimosa and then thought of other things to talk about, “How long were you in law for?” She asked Sandra.

Jamie laughed and then blushed, “Oh. I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you, it was just an amusing sight. That’s all…speaking of. Was this morning, a, uh, normal thing?” Her eyes darted to Hunter referencing the worship she caught on camera.

Sandra thought how to phrase it, “Look, Jamie. You seem like a nice girl, but you gotta understand that people like Olivia who will willingly own other people aren’t necessarily the nicest. So, you kinda learn from your environment and learn survival of the fittest. Besides, after reading our case, could you say you wouldn’t use every opportunity to abuse this runt?”

Jamie blushed once more, the thought of something like this morning taking place to her was an alien concept. “I don’t know. It just. I just. I know I’ll never be in your situation…” She spoke with some harshness in her tone.

Sandra scoffed. “OK. Kid. I never thought I would be either”

“No. Like. It’s just not possible. I am a Grace…” Jamie let the information drop, which caused Sandra to shudder.“..so this situation you’re in. It’ll never be me. Will I be like my cousin and own any people? Maybe not, not really my thing. But this scenario right here will be all I’ll ever know. I’ll always be the one talking down to people…” Jamie’s voice contained a hit of fact and slight attitude. “And besides. Not like I’d be dumb enough to let a guy drag me around like that. Girls are much more my thing…”

“I’m sorry…” Sandra suddenly turned heel.

“For what?” Jamie asked and raised an eyebrow.

“For being presumptuous.” Sandra answered back.

“That’s quite alright.” Jamie smiled and stared down to Sandra standing between her feet. Jamie’s black painted toenails shined in the later-morning
sunlight.

Sandra then did something unexpected and approached Jamie’s right heel. Jamie watched intently as the smaller woman began rubbing her body
on the heel.

“What…are you doing?” Jamie asked confused.

“I’m uh. Giving you a foot rub?” Sandra stepped back.

“Looked more like you were making-out with it.” Jamie laughed. “Beside, I didn’t really feel anything. Notice the callous?”

“Oh. Uh. Yeah.”

“Yeah. I’m a bit more gritty than my cuzzo.” Jamie took another sip, “So you gotta be rougher…” She winked at Sandra.

Minutes passed as the Keller’s worked on yet another Grace’s feet.

“You know my family and the Kellers go back to the Revolutionary War.” Jamie gave Sandra a small history lesson. “They were loyalists while the Graces were all about this new country. Turns out the Kellers sold out a lot of Grace’s to the British eventually causing them to be executed…”

“Oh my god.” Sandra replied as she rubbed into Jamie’s right instep.

“Oh yeah. Pretty wild. Since then, the two families had always been going at it. To hear Olivia tell it, this is all Karma coming back. The last of the Keller bloodline underfoot of the Grace family.” Jamie lowered her foot onto Hunter to illustrate her point and then lifted it.

“I’m sorry that it had to be with you involved though. You seem like a nice lady.” Jamie spoke to Sandra.

“Oh god. Please don’t call me a Lady. It makes me feel old.” Sandra asked the larger girl.

Sandra screamed in terror as she was squished into the sweaty sole.

Jamie carefully maneuvered her foot so that Sandra’s head was trapped between her middle and second toe. She sat up so that she could see Sandra’s tiny face and smiled.

“How’s it going, Lady?” She winked.

Sandra smiled back and struggled, but it was no use as her body was held firm.

“That’s right, Lady..” Jamie watched ecstatically as Sandra was obviously turned on.

“Being the squished…miss…” Sandra’s eyes remained closed as she inhaled deeply.

“Good Little Lady.” Jamie coo’d. It wasn’t so much that she was getting pleasure form torturing Sandra, but seeing the little woman’s bliss was it’s own reward. “And what if I do this?”

Jamie slowly moved her foot side-to-side against Sandra’s body. The tiny woman’s breasts and pussy tickled by the calloused skin.

“Oh…that’s nice…” Sandra’s breaths deepened.

Jamie kept this up until Sandra couldn’t contain herself any longer.

“I can see why my cousin likes this now…” Jamie smirked. “You’re completely powerless and nothing but my toy…” she whispered softly and let her
warm breath wash down her foot into Sandra’s face.

Hunter watched in shame as his wife made love to Jamie’s giant foot.

Jamie stopped and lifted her foot. Sandra lay with her eye’s half-closed, a dreamy bliss filled her.

“Looks like you two are having a good time!” Olivia’s voice came from across the courtyard

Olivia, with Jen behind, both nodded. “And we could definitely use these..” Jen grabbed a mimosa from beside Jamie and took a large sip.

Sandra lay hazily as the three larger women conversed above her while Hunter stood awkwardly at the end of the chair by Jamie’s left foot..