Grant
quickly remembered how the campus shifted after Thanksgiving during
his Freshman year. Only half of his classes had had a serious
mid-term, so he hadn't been prepared for the way that everyone
buckled down in the last few weeks of classes. Finals had loomed over
the campus like some kind of immense monster, their shadow enveloping
the entire world while he scrambled to finish all his work and cram
for every exam.
He had
managed a great GPA for that first semester and when it was all over,
a part of him had felt like it had all been far easier than the
stress made it seem. When Spring came to a close, he had a little
more confidence but that strange unsettling feeling had still washed
over him as soon as he walked out of his last class. The realization
that everything came down to a few final projects and exams made it
all seem so intense once again.
With
Sadie's Naked Wolfe sneaker sitting above him, Grant knew that there
was something dangerous looming over him that year. The soles
themselves were smooth black rubber, the tread barely textured at all
except for an indent for the company's name and their wolf's head
symbol etched in beneath the ball of her foot. They swayed back and
forth while high above he listened to her tap a pen against her
notebook, having one last minute study session ahead of one of her
finals.
She had
been carrying him in the back pocket of her jeans and fished him out
as she sat down. No commands had thundered across the sky when she
dumped him in front of her feet but he still remembered the first
time she had worn the pair, telling him to remember just how pristine
their white platforms were and to ensure they stayed that way. He had
licked at the scuffs he spotted and brushed away the frigid clumps of
dirty snow that clung to their sides, the brackish water oozing out
of them threatening to make the shoes even dirtier. Walking around
the intimidating sneakers, he grimaced when he saw the damp backside
of her flared jeans, wondering if he would somehow be blamed for how
cold the waterlogged denim would make her heels when they finally got
back to her room.
When he
was finished touching the shoes up, Grant had taken a moment to
settle down and prop his back against the firm platform soles.
The
shrunken man wasn't sure how much time had passed when he felt the
wall behind him shift and he fell down to see the dark sole of her
shoe stretching overhead. Grant lay in its shadow for a long time,
wondering if she would drop her foot back down without any concern
for where he was. He knew that she wouldn't feel him beneath the
sneakers and the thought sent a strange shudder through his body.
A part
of him was afraid but it was also impossible to deny the fact that
his member also stirred.
The
idea that the enormous redhead could kill him by accident felt so
right.
Grant
had always been nothing to her, just a guy who watched her run by in
the afternoons while making up impossible scenarios in his head about
her. When she finally took notice of him, it had been to turn him
into what he had always used her and her friends for in his head: a
toy.
If
Sadie stepped on her toy and crushed it, Grant knew that she could
just snap her fingers and get a new one. She ruled every aspect of
his life and she deserved to because he was nothing in comparison to
her.
All
Grant could ever hope to be was useful enough to earn her praise.
His
hand wrapped around his hard cock and he let out a soft moan as he
started to gently pump it up and down. He closed his eyes as he
thought about Sadie's full lips flapping before him, her coffee
scented breath filling his lungs, while the words 'good boy'
thundered in his ears.
Rubber
scraped against carpet while wood groaned above him and suddenly the
shadow covering his world was gone.
Fear
made his whole body freeze in an instant as laughter rumbled across
the heavens.
“You
really are such a little perv, aren't you?” Sadie boomed while her
beringed fingers descended, the nails he had painted the night before
still a perfect pitch black as they pinched against his hips, “Did
I do this to you? Or were you always just jacking off to girl's
shoes?”
All
Grant could do was tremble as she lifted him into the sky. He wanted
to shout that it all happened after he shrank, after she had started
using him as a sweat rag and giving him nowhere else to warm up than
the inside of her shoes. A part of him though wondered if he really
had always been a pervert. After all, he had known what shoes
Cassidy, Tiffany, and Sadie all wore when they ran before he shrank.
When
they surrounded him that day, he had known who was who.
“I
could make you small enough to go for a ride in there,” she said
the words without any menace as he limply hung before her face. Her
red hair was a little longer, still a pixie cut but far shaggier than
it had been at any point during the semester. The fingers of her
other hand ran through it as she tilted her head and smiled at him,
“I know you'd like it, little guy.”
The
fingers around him shifted, cupping him while her thumb ran up and
down his chest. All he could do was squirm and yelp while a
mischievous smirk played across her face.
“That
was going to be your punishment, remember?” Her face grew larger
and the air grew moist with her breath as she leaned in. The tip of
her nose pressed against his face, making him grunt in shock while
her powerful lips pressed against his chest. “But you'd like it too
much now. You'd just be a little distraction during my final, humping
my toes or whatever.”
Her
giggles shook Grant's bones while he lay in her palm, utterly
stunned.
“If
you even survived the walk to class...”
A faint
whimper pushed past his lips while she continued to giggle, the world
shaking noise only interrupted by two more wet kisses against his
chest.
A low
growl filled his entire body before her hot breath rushed all over
him, “Say it, perv.”
Grant
wanted to protest that he didn't know what he was supposed to say,
that he had no idea what was going on or what she wanted from him.
Then a small voice echoed up from deep in his chest, it was the same
part of him that had known to clean her shoes even without an order.
It was the part of him that wanted nothing more than to belong to
something bigger than himself.
Or more
rightfully, someone bigger than himself.
“I
love you, boss.”
The
satisfied moan that rumbled through the world made his whole body
writhe in a mixture of fear and pleasure. Then came those two
beautiful words once again, “Good boy.”
Grant's
orgasmic groan was swallowed by her condescending laughter.
Yet, he
still felt her beastly tongue swipe across his crotch, cleaning him
up in a single swipe.
Her
lips smacked then twisted in a frown as he panted in her palm.
“You
need more fruit in your diet, dude,” she thundered, her face
becoming smaller and distant as she lowered him back to the floor.
Her
black backpack rose up to meet Grant and he blinked in surprise as
she opened up a small front pouch with her free hand then slid him
inside. It was roomy like one of the pockets on her cargo pants and
he found himself slouching down with a satisfied smile on his face.
Looking
up, he saw her staring down at him with an eyebrow cocked in
confusion.
“Wait,
you eat my scraps so does that mean...” A faint flush rose in her
cheeks.
Grant
blinked as the flap above him suddenly came down, blocking off his
view of the giantess and the world beyond. A second later, his peace
was shattered from the backpack flying up into the air and Sadie
throwing it onto her back in a single swoop. She set off toward her
exam, each one of her steps making Grant's body bounce about inside
the backpack's pouch.
Clinging
to the rough canvas walls around him, the little man yelped when he
felt the cold air of the outside world push in. Shivering from the
sudden chill, Grant never thought he would miss being stretched
across one of her buttcheeks with his body bending with her every
stride. The warmth of her titanic body though was all that he wanted
as she carried him across campus.
Even
knowing the drop back to the floor was coming when the chill was
suddenly replaced by the warmth of the indoors, Grant could do
nothing more than hold on and hope when it happened. He felt like his
stomach remained high in the air while the rest of his body
plummeted, the strange carnival-like thrill making him unleash a
nervous laugh before the bag finally hit the floor. Everything shook
and he sailed up to smack into the flap before crashing back in a
heap against the bottom of the pouch.
Groaning
miserably, he felt the world shake as Sadie and her classmates
settled into the room, only a few of them talking as they all went
through their last minute preparations for the exam. The professor,
or TA, only gave them a few words of encouragement before telling
them they could begin and with that, Grant could hear the strange
noise of pens and pencils scratching against paper.
Time
seemed to stretch on and on as he lay there, the continuous writing
only interrupted by the occasional cough or someone taking a swig
from a water bottle.
The
question of what class the exam was for made the shrunken man
suddenly realize that he had no clue what Sadie studied at all.
Months at her feet and being carried about in her pocket and he had
never absorbed a single rumbling word from a gigantic professor. All
he really knew was that she hadn't been in his major but that left
dozens upon dozens of possibilities.
Sitting
there, Grant had trouble wrapping his head around the idea that he
had never learned such a basic fact about his captress. It slowly
dawned on him that every time she had been doing work for her
classes, she had always consigned him to the floor or a table. He
could only catch small glimpses of her textbooks or the notes she
wrote both by hand or in her laptop.
The
faint gasp of indignation that rose up in him was quickly washed away
by the realization that he didn't need to know. Sadie was like a god
in comparison to him, she could change his size on a whim and
probably do far more frightening things to him if she really wanted
to. What her major was and what she planned to do with her life
weren't things that he needed to concern himself with.
All he
could do was serve her well enough that she let him continue living
at her feet.
Grant's
dick twitched at the thought and rather than simply stroke his
lengthening manhood, he decided that he might as well take a peek at
the redhead who ruled his life. He had seen her working from the
floor many times and the thought of her chewing her lip in
concentration or running her fingers through her short shaggy hair
made him even harder. Plus, if he happened to recognize the building
she was in and that gave him some small insight into what department
the class was listed as, so be it.
Pushing
up against the flap, the shrunken man was surprised to find it
completely unsecured. It was easy to shove aside and pull himself up
to the lip of the pouch to stare out across the room.
Sadie's
exam was in a tiered lecture hall but not one of the immense
auditorium-sized ones that were scattered across campus. It was a
smaller room that could hold fifty students, though not particularly
comfortably. Most of his courses had been in similar rooms, which
meant that she really could have been anywhere on campus.
He
tried to fight the frown that filled his face by looking up at her
but when he craned his head back, all he could see was the bottom of
the wide built in table that stretched from one end of the tier to
the other. Even fully turning around in the pocket, Grant discovered
that the backpack blocked his view of her imposing sneakers and even
most of her legs. He stared up at the blue denim that clung to her
knees and thighs before sighing and slumping back down into the
pouch.
Grabbing
at the flap, Grant found himself pausing when he looked at the person
sitting next to Sadie.
The
loose Adidas sweatpants and gray socks in birkenstocks could have
belonged to anybody on campus. The heavy belly stretching against a
Critical Role t-shirt narrowed the possibilities immensely though.
The sturdy looking backpack with a matte black water bottle on one
side and a bottle of Mountain Dew on the other confirmed it though.
His
friend Josh was sitting barely more than a foot away.
He and
Josh were far from best friends or anything like that but they had
played D&D together last year and there had been talks to start
up a new campaign that kept being killed by scheduling conflicts in
the first few weeks of the semester. What really mattered was that
Josh was the kind of guy that would stand up for a stranger and if he
considered you a friend, he would go to insane lengths to help you.
Josh
was the best chance at a savior that Grant had seen since Sadie
shrunk him.
And
yet, the shrunken man remained in the pouch.
Possibilities
swirled in Grant's head; of being saved, of returning to his proper
size, of walking around campus and getting to be human again. But
then he thought about what would happen if he saw Sadie at his normal
size after everything that happened.
Grant
had been taller than her before she shrank him but as he tried to
think about it, he couldn't imagine it. All he could think about was
how he would want to do nothing more than to get down on his knees in
front of her and then bend down to lick a scuff from her shoe. He
wasn't meant to be taller than her, he was meant to be where he was
in a pouch on her backpack waiting for her to finish her exam.
It
wasn't even the fear of what she might do to Josh or anyone else who
helped him.
It was
that Grant knew that if he was returned to his normal size and then
saw her, he would want to be small again because he wasn't supposed
to be big. All the dreams he had about a career in tech and dating
and everything else he thought he would be had belonged to someone
different than he was now.
He had
finally found what he was meant for and it was serving Sadie.
The
chair above him creaked and he felt the world shake as the gigantic
redhead pushed away from the desk. A pen clicked and he watched her
stuff it into the front pocket of her hoodie before rising up to her
feet. When she began to bend down, her hand reaching for one of the
straps of her backpack, Grant burrowed deeper into the pocket.
He
caught a glimpse of the world blurring by and Josh's brown eyes
turning to track the movement. The little man wondered if his former
friend caught a glimpse of him before the flap fell down and hid him
from view.
The
world swayed with each of Sadie's steps and she dropped her blue book
down on the professor's desk with a solid thwack. Her pace picked up
then the world grew cold as she stepped out onto the campus, humming
happily to herself.
The
backpack shifted, sending Grant tumbling inside the pouch before it
opened up and her fingers snuck in. He yelped as he was pulled out
into the frigid air, a snow blanketed expanse stretching in every
direction, but then Sadie's fingers were wrapping around him. She
lifted him up to her face and blew warm coffee scented breath onto
his shrunken body.
“You've
become so well behaved, dude,” she didn't quite coo down at him but
there was a doting tone to her voice that made Grant cuddle into her
warm palm, “I just know you're going to be so great when I take you
home for break and next semester... I can't wait.”
“Thank
you, boss! Neither can I!”
She
giggled and then her lips pressed against his shrunken body again.
“Good
boy.”