When
Tiffany and then Cassidy had left for Thanksgiving, Grant had sat in
the shadow of Sadie's bed wondering how she would carry him home.
Tiffany
had let her shrunken girl slide right into an interior pocket of her
purse before wheeling her carry-on out of the room early in the
morning on Tuesday. The next day, Cassidy scooped her tiny man up and
slid him right into the warm pocket of her boyfriend's hoodie. She
had glanced over at where Sadie slumbered above Grant before she
sighed and rolled her eyes. Her phone buzzed while she slung her
backpack over her shoulder and snatched up a heavy looking bag.
Bringing the phone to her ear she boomed, “I'm coming right up,
baby.”
The
door slammed shut, Sadie grumbled in her sleep, and the day stretched
on and on.
The
girl finally got up later than usual, then after showering and
getting dressed, he didn't see her for hours. It took a long time for
him to realize that it was the first time since he shrank that he had
been left alone and more importantly unchained.
Despite
knowing that there was no way out, Grant still found himself pacing
along the walls of the room to ensure that everything was like he
thought. There were no vents hidden by the giant pieces of furniture
and his fellow shrunken prisoners hadn't been holding out on him
about any loose baseboards or forgotten mouseholes. It was just solid
sheet rock and cheap carpet the whole way around with a door that
while not exactly flush with the floor left no hope for escape even
at his minuscule size.
With
the chilly air seeping into the basement bedroom, Grant wandered back
to Sadie's shoe rack where he proceeded to climb into her thick soled
Doc Martens. Sliding past the zipper, he slumped down and did his
best to enjoy the warmth the leather provided while he awaited her
inevitable return. As the hours dragged on and the room went from
shadowy to pitch black, a small part of him feared that the redhead
had gone home for the holiday with nothing more than the clothes on
her back.
The
door finally opened and the lights came on as Sadie shut the door
behind her.
Her
black Forces smashed down on the carpet and Grant forced himself to
his feet while her shadow grew. Clambering out of her boots, he
craned his neck back to see her glazed bloodshot eyes scanning the
floor for him.
A low
giggle thundered overhead while the floor shook from her pulling her
chair away from her desk. Plopping down into it, she stretched out
her legs and let her sneakers clap down against the floor, “Untie
these, perv.”
Jogging
up to her left foot, Grant was hit by the strong pungent stench of
weed that seemed to roll off of the girl. Staggering as he moved
alongside her foot until he was roughly even with the flat laces, he
wondered just how high she was. Gripping one lace from the side, he
started to pull but the redhead simply giggled above him.
“No,
you won't get any leverage from just one side...” The beastly wall
of black leather rose and then thumped against the floor, sending him
down to his knees, “Ya gotta get up on it.”
Doubting
whether that was actually true, Grant knew that it didn't actually
matter. “Of course, boss!” He shouted while climbing up atop her
sneaker. The tongue was soft beneath his knees and he could feel the
warmth pouring off of her body from every direction as he bent down
over the knot. Tugging on both sides of the knot at once, he found
himself still struggling to get them to move.
Sadie
giggled while he grunted below, “C'mon, I didn't even double knot
them or something...”
Straining
with effort, Grant could feel the sweat begin to form on his brow
before the shoe laces finally gave way and the warm stench of the
redhead's feet flooded into his nostrils.
“Finally,”
she boomed while her foot flexed beneath him, forcing him to cling to
the laces to avoid being tossed aside, “Now the other one.”
“Y-yes,
boss,” he stammered while awkwardly sliding off of one sneaker and
jogging over to the other. He could feel her eyes on him the whole
time and a glance up into the heavens showed a lazy smile on her
distant face while her phone sat limply in her lap, her thumb
scrolling across its screen.
Hopping
up onto the right sneaker, Grant took a deep breath before attacking
the knot. Even knowing how tough it would be, he still found himself
struggling to undo the thick laces all while high above him Sadie
chuckled at some video on her phone. When the knot finally came
undone, the foot slid out immediately, which sent the tongue flopping
down beneath Grant's minuscule weight.
He
scrambled to hold onto the laces but his sweaty grip made him slip
and his face hit the heel of Sadie's insole with a disgusting splat.
The warm earthy flavor of her footsweat filled his mouth while he was
left gagging on sweaty humid air.
The
redhead's cruel laughter rang in his ears, making his skin burn
bright pink before he felt her thumb and forefinger pinch his hips.
Grant shouted as he rose through the sky, his ears popping slightly
from the sudden ascent. He found himself hanging before her pink
lips, warm weed-scented air rolling over him while he stared into the
dark cavern of her mouth.
His
little body trembled as he thought about how she had used him as a
dildo barely more than a week earlier. The thought also made his
member stir while he hung there, a perverse hope filling his little
chest.
“Nah,”
her words rang in his ears, “I need something bigger tonight...”
Grant
found himself deposited onto the girl's desk while she rose up to her
feet, peeling off her sweatshirt and then tugging down her pants. He
stared at her, wearing nothing but a white t-shirt that her nipples
were poking through and a sky blue pair of panties as she bent down
to open the bottom drawer of her desk.
The
rattle of her sex toys made him shiver in a mix of fright and arousal
before his eyes went wide at the sight of the mammoth vibrator she
withdrew from the depths of the drawer. The immense purple phallus
had small bumps just beneath the smooth cockhead and a curved set of
rabbit ears set near the base, rising high enough to stimulate her
clit while she shoved the shaft in and out. She waved the giant
vibrator across the sky for a moment, giggling to herself while she
made lightsaber noises.
It then
loomed over him and the girl pulled it back slightly, as if it was a
hammer and he was a nail.
“I
could crush you with this thing, bro,” Sadie thundered, pulling it
aside so she could stare at him with her glazed over eyes, “Pretty
fitting way for a perv like you to go, huh?”
Grant's
whole body trembled, his eyes unable to look away from the immense
dildo, “Pl-please, boss. I-”
“Squeak
squeak squeak,” she teased while the cockhead came down. Grant's
squeal of terror did nothing to stop it before the plastic poked
against his chest, sending him sprawling across the girl's desk.
“Look at your little thing,” Sadie snorted while the heavy purple
plastic went down his shrunken body to softly nudge his stiffening
cock, “You're turned on by this, aren't ya?”
The
shrunken boy had no idea what to say, arousal was easily beating fear
within his little body but the idea of admitting it made his stomach
churn.
“It's
cool, dude,” she chuckled, while her thumb flicked the switch at
the base of the vibrator.
Grant
cried out in shock as his teeth rattled inside his skull and every
one of his bones seemed to want to shoot off in different directions.
The
shuddering purple dildo rose into the sky while Sadie grinned down at
him, “My cousin told me that part of letting you love me is letting
you have your weird little turn-ons. I just didn't think getting
crushed by my Wascally Wabbit would be one of them.” She shrugged
while swinging it mere inches from his face, “But whatever, you do
you.”
Her
fingers then came and scooped him up, “But first, I walked around
campus all day so you have to be a good boy for me and clean up my
shoes...” She brought him back down to the floor to set him before
the barely scuffed leather of her black Forces. Her finger gently
stroked down his back while she smiled overhead, “Can you do that
for me? Be my good little boy, hm?”
His
whole body shuddered and he had to bite his lip to keep the orgasm
that threatened to rip through his little body in check, “Y-yes,
boss!”
She let
out a low satisfied moan as she stepped back to her bed while
shimmying out of her panties. The world shook from her falling back
onto her mattress, spreading her legs, and cranking the vibrator in
her hand up several notches.
The
shrunken young man could feel his whole body burn with embarrassment
while he bent down to lap away at a faint scuff while Sadie's
mountainous body writhed on her gigantic bed. His gaze kept turning
toward her right foot, her toes scrunching tight against her sheets
while she howled in ecstasy. Eventually, it stuck straight out into
the air in the same moment Sadie let out an orgasmic moan before it
shook for several long seconds.
Sadie's
t-shirt fell down against the floor and then the gleaming purple
vibrator was set down atop it while her sleepy voice thundered
overhead, “Take care of that too, perv. It's bedtime for this boss
bitch...”
As
Grant crept across the floor and the lights went out, Sadie giggled
before whispering, “Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss...”
The bed
shifted above while he rose to his feet and ran his tongue along the
purple plastic. The acrid and salty taste of Sadie's sexual juices
was intense but it was far more pleasant than the familiar flavors of
dust and shoe leather. He worked his way up and down the shaft,
peeling a few errant pubic hairs from it as he went, trying
desperately not to think about how his rock hard cock bobbed with his
every step.
When he
was finished, Grant lay down in her t-shirt and breathed in her
scent. He knew he had to be near her armpit based on the strange dead
flower stink that greeted him but he didn't care. The shrunken young
man simply gripped his painfully erect cock and masturbated with
reckless abandon, coming directly into the soft cotton of her t-shirt
while his whole body convulsed with pleasure. Fully satisfied, Grant
rolled over and let the exhaustion take hold.
He
awoke to find Sadie's feet on either side of him with the redhead
grinning high overhead.
“Happy
Thanksgiving, perv,” she thundered while her toes wiggled on the
edges of her t-shirt.
Grant
rose to his feet, his eyes going to the massive tits that hung over
his head. Even though he knew that they were small and perky to any
normal sized person, he couldn't help but feel like he was staring up
at two moons. “H-happy Thanksgiving, Boss!” He shouted back
before a strange question burst from his lips, “A-are you taking me
home today?”
“Pfft,
fuck that,” she boomed, the sky suddenly dominated by her fiery
bush as she rose up, “I don't want to eat my aunt's dry turkey and
babysit younger cousins when I can just stay here and eat a catered
meal and get high as hell with Summer.” Grant watched her walk
across the room, snatching up her shower caddy and a towel as she
went. She paused at the door to wink at him, “I mean, study for
finals.”
Grant
rolled back over to lay in the shadow of her vibrator and a smile
came to his face. It was easy to become wrapped up in the giant
girl's joy but as he sucked in her fading scent from the t-shirt and
let his eyes droop back down, one of his old fantasies from when he
would watch Sadie and her roommates run by entered his head.
Several
times he had imagined what it would be like to date Cassidy and even
to bring the bubbly blonde home for the holidays. Only this time, it
was Sadie. It was easy to imagine her in nice but casual clothes,
probably a turtleneck and slacks, and the way they could trade jokes
about his extended family. He could almost feel her short soft hair
beneath his fingers when they'd be making out atop his narrow
childhood bed.
Tears
welled in his eyes as he was reminded of the fact that he would never
have that.
Not
with anyone and certainly not with her.
In
fact, he had to remind himself that he'd have to one day watch her
share that with someone else. She talked a lot about how she wanted a
boyfriend, even though she never seemed to go on any dates. Grant
knew that he wasn't the thing holding her back but her own high
standards and byzantine rules for dating. No matter how sweetly she
talked to him, it was obvious that he was just a slave to her and
that was all he could ever hope to be.
The
world shook as she strode back into the room, smelling of fruit and
flowers after her shower. Rising to his knees, Grant watched as she
got dressed, layering an emerald green knit sweater over a black
button down shirt and a pair of dark flared jeans that hugged her
muscular legs in all the right places. Her platform Docs and a few
pieces of silver jewelry completed the ensemble before she gripped
him with a ring covered hand.
Grant
found himself atop her desk, brushing away the tears that trickled
down his cheeks while she applied her make-up. He was so lost
debating if his family was still searching for him or if there was
some part of shrinking him down that made everyone forget his
existence, that he didn't even notice the fluffy rouge brush coming
toward him till it was too late. His cry of terror was completely
overpowered by Sadie's giggles, the girl continued to dust him with
rouge while the brush tickled his body, making him squeal with forced
laughter.
She
sighed happily, as if it was all just a fun game, before she packed
away her make-up and scooped him up. Sadie held him in a loose fist
while carrying him through the house, unconcerned with the way he
bounced between her fingers with every step, and she brought him into
a room he had never seen before.
It was
an immense dining room, though clearly nowhere near big enough to
hold all the girls in the sorority. The long table was probably
enough to seat a single rush class, maybe two, but even so Grant
noticed that there were only seven places set at one end of it. He
was deposited next to a card that read 'Sadie Beacham' and six
shrunken prisoners sat beside the other cards.
The
world shook as Sadie walked through a swinging door into the kitchen,
where thunderous voices rang from the other Gamma Phi Beta sisters
who had decided to stay on campus for Thanksgiving.
He only
dimly recognized most of the other slaves but the shrunken man he had
seen the most belonged to Summer. It was strange to see him at
roughly the same size, since Summer seemed to keep him at a towering
foot of height most of the time so he could more effectively pick up
after her, but he shared the same despondent look on his face as
Grant.
Crossing
to Summer's place setting across from Sadie, he sat down next to his
fellow prisoner, “It doesn't get any easier does it?”
The boy
sighed, “No, not really.”
“Shit.”
“If
you can believe it, when they take you home it's worse,” he picked
at the tablecloth they sat on, not looking in Grant's direction,
“Summer's Mom is actually super sweet, she reminds me of my mom, if
you swap Tagalog for Spanish anyway and just... yeah, man. It's
tough.”
They
sat in silence for a few long moments while Grant struggled to keep
his mind from spiraling.
Finally,
his companion said, “There are some things that make it a little
easier though.”
“What?”
The
door to the kitchen swung open as Summer strode in with Sadie and
another girl in tow, “Ok, we're going for a walk!”
Laughter
roared from the kitchen and a feminine voice called back, “You can
just say you're going to smoke, guys! It's not a big deal!”
“Habit!”
Summer boomed, the table shaking beneath her feet. Unlike Sadie, the
girl hadn't put in any effort to looking nicer. She wore a pink Gamma
Phi Beta hoodie beneath a bulky Carhartt jacket, dark corduroys, and
a bright orange beanie. “Aw, look, Sadie, your slave and mine are
friends,” she cooed in the same moment her hand swooped in to grab
them both.
Grant
squirmed instantly as his body tangled up with the other boy's,
painfully aware of how naked they both were. One of the giant girls
above chuckled while he was passed off into Sadie's familiar grip,
clinging to her beringed fingers while trying to take deep calming
breaths.
“Oh,
we take them too?” Asked the third sorority sister, her fingers
hovering over a trembling girl.
“Yeah,
it's fun to watch them get high off secondhand,” Summer boomed as
she walked off.
“It's
like a little treat,” Sadie cooed while bringing Grant up to her
face, gently nuzzling her nose against his back, “We all get high,
we eat too much food...”
“O-ok,”
the girl replied, “And they like it?”
Grant
bounced against the redhead's fingers as she shrugged, “Who cares?”
The
other girl laughed, “I guess, yeah, I guess that makes sense...”
Cold
air nipped at Grant's body as he was carried out into what had to be
the backyard of the sorority house, another space he had somehow
never seen. The pungent smell of weed was already in the air as he
was set down on a frigid brick patio. Pristine Reebok Club sneakers
sat next to him with Summer's shrunken prisoner leaning against the
toe with a dazed look on his face.
The
young man offered Grant a grin and a thumbs up while a joint was
passed overhead. He heard Sadie take a deep drag before her face
filled the heavens. Her lips pursed then a stream of thick white
smoke poured down around him, plunging him into a foggy world that
reeked of weed. The little man had no choice but to breathe it in
while the towering girls giggled overhead.
“Oh,”
he muttered between hacking coughs as his head became light and a
giddy warmth filled his body. He too settled down onto the cold
brick, less concerned by how it stung his rear end now that he felt
like he was floating. Resting against the hard leather of Sadie's Doc
Martens, he nodded his little head, “Yeah, I get it now...”
With
each blast of weed smoke that swirled across the world, it became
easier and easier to push away the dark thoughts that had been
weighing him down.