"Why the hell were you flirting with that cashier?" Laura asked. She was pacing up and down the kitchen, her boyfriend sitting by the table, waiting for the coffee to be ready.

"What?" the young man said. "No way, I just said thank you and goodbye, that's not flirting, that's just being polite!"

"And I caught you staring at that other girl's ass in the line!" said Laura. She stopped in front of him, sending a maddened frown along with the accusation.

"That's- that's just not true!" he tried to defend himself.

"But I SAW you!" she insisted. "There's no way you could deny that."

"I swear I didn't stare at any girl's ass," he said. "I only want you, baby."

She looked at him with a skeptical face. "Whatever," she said. "Here's your coffee."

He grabbed the cup and started drinking. "I don't feel like I can trust you with other girls," she said.

"Sweetie, I've always been loyal," he pleaded. "How can you not trust me?"

"I just can't," she said. "But I think I found a way to fix that."

"What do you mean?" he asked, feeling a hint of creepiness in her voice. At the same time, he started feeling dizzy.

She smiled. He thought he was hallucinating. He felt his clothes getting looser, and the girl next to him becoming... larger?

"Honey, what's going on?" he asked. He stood up to find himself standing shorter than her. He used to be five inches taller normally. "I'm feeling sick! We need to get to the ER!"

"You're fine," she said. "I just... put a little something in your coffee."

"You did what?" he yelled. It was unbelievable, but he was getting shorter by the second. He was now a good six inches shorter than her.

She giggled. "My, my... it's working really well!"

"You... you did this to me?" he asked as he helplessly watched the world around him getting larger.

"Yes," she said. "Isn't this nice? By the time the drug has finished working, you'll be just the perfect size."

"The perfect size for what?" he asked, panicking.

"Don't you see?" she asked as she gladly watched him getting smaller and smaller. "I needed to do this, or you would have cheated with some other girl. This way, I can keep an eye on you, and we can aaalways be together."

"You're crazy," he said as he tried to rush out of the room. His attempt was short-lived; he tripped on his pants, and before he could get up she grabbed him by the collar of his oversized shirt.

"Where do you think you're going? You're getting a bit too small to go out on your own," she said. "By the way, it's probably time to get rid of those clothes, before they end up burying you."

She easily removed him from his oversized clothes and lifted him up, now totally naked and just a bit above two feet tall, and still dwindling. "Why struggle? This is the best solution for the both of us."

He screamed. "You need to let me go! I didn't want this! You didn't even ask me!"

She giggled. "It seems like you're saying that, but your body is saying otherwise." She was hinting at his rock-hard erection. "You're enjoying it, and you will keep enjoying this."

"That's not..." but before he could finish saying that, he felt her tongue licking his inch-long dick.

He was so small now that she easily handled him with just her right hand. He wanted to protest, but as he felt his dick being sucked between her plump lips, it was too good for him to say anything that might stop that.

The girl kept going, pleasuring the little man as best as she could. As she did, he kept getting smaller in her hand.

She got all of his lower body inside her mouth and sucked on it. He came on her tongue, and she took him out by pinching his chest between her index and thumb. He was horrified at how small he had gotten. His voice had become squeaky and high-pitched. "L-Laura", he said. "This is crazy."

"You're so cute," she squealed at her four-inch boyfriend. "I can't wait to take care of you. I'll feed you, I'll clean you, I'll make you happy."

"I... I want to get back to normal," he said. "I don't want to be this small."

The brunette didn't hear, or couldn't hear what he was saying. "You can never leave me now."

"What's the point?" he cried. "What's the point of a boyfriend this small? Laura, you're not…"

She grabbed him, now just two inches tall, and tossed him between her breasts. She giggled as she felt him slide under her bra. "You should stop shrinking any moment now," she announced. "I didn't expect the drug to work so well."

She lifted her cup and looked at him sandwiched between her breast and the fabric. "Must be nice down there, huh? Now please be quiet, honey, as I do some studying," she said. "We'll have some fun later."

She used the tip of her finger to adjust her bra and her boyfriend's position. He was so tired and upset and learned that protesting wouldn't work, so he just stood in there, defeated.

But as the girl was studying, she figured something was wrong. She could feel him getting smaller and smaller against her skin. She lifted her bra and searched for him with her finger. When she found him, he was as small as an ant. She scooped him with her fingertip and looked at him crawling over her skin, shaking with fear.

"Fuck," she said. "I guess I was too eager with the dose." She stared at him for a little while. "Well, at least it looks like you stopped shrinking. Don't worry sweetheart, even at this size, I won't let anything ever happen to you." She brought her fingertip to her lips and gently kissed him. "Oops"; she said as she found her finger empty, realizing he had got stuck to her lip. She scraped him off and looked at him with loving eyes and for the first time, confidence. At the size he was now, there was no way he could ever escape. He couldn't go anywhere on his own. He couldn't find food. He couldn't defend himself from the outside world, not even from bugs. He needed her to stay alive. At last, he was truly hers.

"Hey Jeff," I heard as I was about to leave the building. "Want a ride home?" It's Julia, a pretty hot brunette I worked with who had been quite flirty in the first week I spent at my new job.

"Sure," I said, thinking to myself that this might be my chance to get to know her better. "You got a spare?" I asked, pointing at the helmet she was carrying.

"Nope," she said. "But I guess that's not a problem, considering we're working for Size Inc."

I looked at her with widening eyes. "You mean..." I said in disbelief.

She giggled. "Damn, you really are new," she said. She fumbled through her purse and got one of our company's shrink rays out.

"Are you ready?" she asked as she pointed the thing at me.

I was quite unsettled, but wanting to act cool, I just nodded. In the space of a few seconds, I started shrinking and wondered if I had gone crazy, allowing this woman I barely knew to use the shrink ray on me. But it was too late to go back, as Julia's fingers picked my now two-inch frame from the ground. She smiled as she held me right in front of her chest, giving me a great view of her generous cleavage.

"You'll be comfortable in here," she said as she tucked me in one of her backpack pockets. The ride was quite bumpy, but manageable. When she unzipped her backpack, she picked me up and asked me if I'd like to come over to her house for a glass of wine. I obviously nodded, waiting for her to return me to normal, but instead she just kept me in her grip as she entered the building.

Even in her apartment, she placed me on the kitchen table and left me there as she moved to thebathroom. Once she was back she sat in front of me, smiling.

"Julia," I said. "Isn't it time to grow me back?"

"Why?" she asked as she gently poked me in the chest with the tip of her index finger. "Don't like being small?"

"I thought that was just for the ride," I said. "Now that it's over you can return me to normal, right?"

"Maybe..." she said as she scratched her chin with her index finger. "But what if you stayed like this a little longer? It could be fun, couldn't it?"

Again, I wanted to play cool, so I just stuck with it and reluctantly agreed. Julia poured a glass of wine and drank from it, then bent it in front of me so I could do the same. "Isn't it good to be small?" she laughed as I leaned forward to drink from a glass twice as tall as I am. "You can have as much as you want." And as she says that, she slides a finger -bigger than my whole body- over her soft chest.

I was starting to get nervous, so I didn't say anything and just kept drinking until she took back the glass to take a sip for herself. When she puts the glass down, she's looking at me with lustful eyes, and I'm getting half horny and half scared.

"Should we move to my bedroom?" she asked.

"Sure but... aren't you growing me back first?"

She giggled then she shook her head. "I like you better this way," she said. And then she grabbed me and carried me to her room. "This has always been my personal preference," she explained as she stepped in front of the bed. "That's why I applied for Size Inc. How about you?"

"I just thought the pay was good," I said.

She giggled. "But you don't mind this, right?"

I was really nervous and doubtful at that point. "I'm not sure," I said.

"Oh you'll love it," she said as she tossed me on the bed. I saw her starting to strip, removing her dress and revealing her nice body in her underwear only. She walked to the bed and placed her right foot over me, burying me on the soft cover with her long toes. "To be honest with you I wanted to carry you home in my panties," she whispered as she bit her lower lip. "I've been wanting to do that since I saw you the first time, you little guy".

She removed her bra as she kept me underfoot. "I like how you squirm under there," she said before releasing me. "I think it's really promising," she said as I figured it was because she was removing her panties.

Now she was completely naked and massaging her pussy lips. I looked up with a mixture of awe and terror. She got her knees on the bed, spreading her pussy as she grabbed me with her free hand. I didn't know if I should've gone with it or resisted it, so I did nothing and just let Julia push me inside her hot cavern.

She started moaning the moment I got inside her. She was already wet enough for me to easily slide inside. I braced myself, accepting my fate and trying to minimize damage as her fingers pushed me against her slimy inner skin. From inside her body, I could feel her shivering and gently moaning with pleasure, as she kept me squeezing inside her vulva, letting me out for air, then squeezing me inside again.

"Squirm!" she commanded, and I moved my arms and legs over her clit, trying to please her as best as I could, and got rewarded by fresh batches of warm pussyjuice.

I could tell she was coming as the intensity of her lovemaking increased. She pushed me harder against her skin while neglecting to take me out for air.

When she fished me out of her pussy, I was bruised, gasping for air, and tired as hell, but weirdly satisfied nonetheless. "Such a good toy," she purred to me with loving eyes. She let me dangle in front of her mouth, taking her tongue out to lick her juices off me and suck me off as well. I came an insignificant load on her tongue and she dropped me in the middle of her abdomen, gently petting me with the tip of her finger. "You're staying the night", she announced.

"Fine, but… are you growing me back, now?" I asked.

She laughed at the audacity of my request. "You still want me to grow you back?" she asked. She picked me up and dropped me on her tit, then used the tip of her finger to push my back against her soft flesh. "Be a good toy," she said. "If anything, I might want to make you smaller."

I sighed and resigned myself to a night like that. She was my superior at work, and my superior in bed. It wasn't even going to be that bad... once I got over the humiliation

Carmen stormed into her daughter's bedroom and, upon seeing the girl hanging out with her friend Alice, she started speaking in an agitated manner.

"Ingrid, did you see Brad by chance? He's not in his room."

The girl's face took on a perfectly oblivious expression. "No, mom," she said. "He must have gone for a walk."

"No, I don't think so," said the frowning woman. "I didn't hear him going out, and he rarely leaves the house."

Ingrid shrugged. "Whatever," she said. "You know he loves to act weird. Maybe he suddenly felt like going out and he just did that." The woman wasn't convinced. "Ingrid," she said. "You didn't shrink him again, didn't you?"

The girl's eyes widened in outrage. "No way, mom. Not after you told me not to do that."

"You haven't seen him either, Alice?"

"Nope, Ma'am," the girl said, shaking her head with certainty.

The woman sighed. "Oh well. He may be really gone for a walk, indeed, he sometimes does that," she said, talking mostly to herself. And with that, she left the daughter's bedroom.

Once they were left alone, the two girls looked at each other complicitly, then erupted in a laugh.

"Okay, you can come out," Ingrid said. She was staring at her friend's cleavage.

The other girl was also looking at her tits, grinning. "He won't come out." She lightly moved her chest to shake the two globes.

"Are we sure he's still there?" asked an amused Ingrid.

"Yeah, I can feel him," nodded Alice. "Just barely, but I can tell he's there. Wait a second…" she said, and she placed two fingers in the middle of her breasts. Some seconds later, she took out a miniaturized man, holding him between her index and thumb.

"Brad, are you alive?" the sister asked, as she watched him between her friend's fingers. "The perv didn't want to come out!"

"This must be the best day of his life!" Alice exclaimed, triumphally holding him in front of his eyes.

*

Ten minutes before…

"Ah, come on, I can't believe it really works," Alice said. Sitting on the bed in her friend's room, she was holding some sort of silver gun, without a magazine, but equipped with a trigger. "You're kidding me, right?"

"Believe what you want," Ingrid nonchalantly said as she checked the messages on her phone.

"Boom, boom!" Alice said as she pointed the gun at her friend. "I shoot you!"

"It won't work on me. It's set to work only on males."

"So, who gave it to you?"

"My aunt. She works at the company that makes them. She said I should be carrying it and using it in case someone tried something funny."

"Did you ever try it?" the other girl skeptically asked.

Alice nodded, a grin forming on her face. She was evidently thinking about something funny. "Yeah, but not on an abuser…"

"And on who?"

"On my brother," Ingrid said, barely holding her laughter.

"Come on, I don't believe this," Alice said. "You must really be kidding me."

"I don't care if you believe me or not," Ingrid said.

"But if it's true, I want to see it," Alice said. "Can't we shrink your brother again?"

Ingrid pondered her request for a few seconds. "We can," she finally stated with a grin.

*

"Isn't he going to tell your mom?" Alice asked, as she moved the boy to the palm of her hand and poked him with her index finger. Judging from her expression, she didn't appear particularly worried.

"Nah," said Ingrid. "He's enjoying this. I think he's not going to tell on us this time. When the hell is he going to get a chance like this again?"

Alice was amped up, she was feeling attractive. "If you speak, we'll make you even smaller next time," she threatened.

"We'll make you so small we won't be able to see you," Ingrid enthusiastically added.

"So small that it'll make our current size look itty bitty," Alice said.

"So small that if I put you in her tits again, you'll be lost in there forever," said Ingrid.

"By the way, how small can we actually make him?" Alice asked.

Ingrid pondered the question. "I'm not sure. Wanna try?"

Alice looked at the tiny man in the middle of her hand, thoughts racing through her mind. She nodded.

*

"Hey big bro?" Ingrid said as she entered the room. Brad turned to see his sister, annoyed at first, but once he noticed she was with a friend, he stiffened up.

"H-hey," he said. "Hello Alice," he added, nodding to the girl behind his sister.

"How are you?" asked Ingrid.

Brad shrugged. "I'm fine," he said as he shot some glances at Alice. It's been a while since he had seen her, and she had become hotter, he thought.

"Alice wanted to see how this works," Ingrid said as she pointed the gun at him.

"What? No, no way. Not after the last time," he said.

"That wasn't a question," Ingrid said. And she pushed the trigger in front of an approving Alice.

"I. Can't. Believe. It." Alice excitedly said. With two steps she had moved in front of the minuscule figure that was in place of where Brad used to stand. Her Converse shoes towered above the little man, who was now running in the opposite direction, toward his desk.

Alice squatted, then she dropped to her knees. "What a fool, he thinks he can get away," Ingrid said. The distance Brad could cover at his current height was infinitesimal compared to the girl's size.

Alice squealed, and with her hand, she playfully blocked his way. Brad, upon seeing the colossal fingers in front of him, started running in the other direction.

"Why are you running from my hottest friend?" Ingrid asked. "You don't like girls anymore?"

Alice, emboldened by the compliment, decided to grasp the little man between thumb and index, catching him easily despite his attempt to run away. "I can, right?" she asked, not to him but to his sister.

Ingrid nodded. "Of course."

"Relax," Alice said as the boy squirmed nervously between her two fingertips. "I'm not going to eat you."

"You could do that easily if you wanted," Ingrid observed.

"But I'd rather kiss him, he's so sweet!" Alice said. Right after, she placed the little man in front of her mouth, snapping him a telluric kiss with her plump lips.

"You finally kissed a girl," Ingrid amusedly said. "And what a girl!"

"A 500-foot tall one," Alice said. "But what do you mean, finally?"

"I've never seen him with a girl," the sister explained. "I think he might still be a virgin."

"Really? And how old is he?"

"Twenty-four," Ingrid said. "You're such a loser, big bro, no offense."

Alice chuckled. "So today is a big day for him," she said.

"A very big day," Ingrid joked.

"Okay, hang tight, little bug," Alice said as she pulled her tongue out. She began sensually licking the tiny man she held in her hand, coating him with her saliva, and stimulating him with her immense tongue, many times larger than he was.

"What a slut," Ingrid laughed. "Looks like he owes me for shrinking him today."

It was clear that what Alice wanted to do was not to please Brad, but rather to amuse her friend, since she wasn't exactly looking to pleasure Brad with her licks, as she was throwing him across her hand rather randomly.

At one point, she grabbed him with her tongue so that he would stand on it, making sure to keep him balanced while keeping her tongue out of her mouth. "Aaaaaaa," she said as Ingrid observed the scene without flinching as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Alice took her phone out of her pocket and shot a selfie that showed the little man on her tongue. "I can post it, right?" Alice asked, once again asking permission from his little sister rather than the young man.

"Yes of course. I'm going to tag him later," Ingrid said. Her brother was feeling humiliated and wanted to protest, horrified at the thought of a similar picture showing up online.

Protesting, however, was futile as he wasn't the one calling the shots. "It's so fun to play with him," Alice smugly said.

"You can keep him if you want," Ingrid said. "You were looking for a boyfriend, right?"

"Sure, but a taller one," joked Alice. "I'm not sure I would date a one-inch-tall guy."

"What if I grew him to two inches?" laughed Ingrid as she lifted the size gun. "What then?"

"Well if he'd like to stay this way, I can keep him as a pet. But he needs to be good and always do what I say," Alice said.

"Come on, Brad, bark!" said Ingrid. "Woof, woof!" Alice played along.

Brad was still dizzy in the middle of the blonde girl's hand. Looking at her from that privileged point of view was a truly awe-inspiring spectacle. Her pretty blue eyes looking at him were enough to make his knees shake, and, once he dared to look below, her giant tits, held up by her bra, seemed to him like the most majestic and sensual sight in the whole world.

"Let's move to my room," Ingrid said at that point. "If my mom notices we're here she might get suspicious. Are you going to carry him?"

"If you want," Alice said.

"Wait, I know the perfect place for him. And, snatching her brother from Alice's hands, she lifted him over her friend's chest, letting him fall so that he would slide right in the middle of her large giant tits.

Alice erupted with laughter. "Titbus!" she exclaimed. And she adjusted the bands of her bra so that he would slide even lower. So the two girls walked out of the room, Alice's tits jiggling with each step, imposing her enormous weight onto the tiny Brad.

*

The world shifted once again for Brad. Alice's palm, which used to be as large as a room, now became so immense that he could not see its end.

The teen, already enormous before, now appeared distant and boundless as a divine being, and so his sister, who had bent closer to look at him, so that her chewing gum-flavored breath filled the air around him.

"I can't believe this, he looks like a gnat," Ingrid said.

"I couldn't even tell he's a person," Alice said with astonishment.

"How do we even know it's him and not some insect?" asked Ingrid.

"Well, I could taste him," Alice said as she pulled out her tongue, as big as a transatlantic, until it was just a few millimeters away from his skin.

"You're going to kill him if you really do," Ingrid observed, apparently not very worried.

"Then let's do this instead," Alice said, and she licked the surface of her free index fingertip, which she used to lightly press on Brad. "Look," she said. "He sticks to it."

Ingrid laughed, but that was when her mother entered.

"Here's Brad's phone," the woman said. "He would have carried it with him if he had gone out. He also left his computer on. Miss," she added in a threatening voice. "Where did you hide him this time?"

"Mom, come on, I didn't do anything. If you think we shrank him, you're free to look for him."

Alice couldn't help bursting out laughing.

"Ingrid, get Brad out or you'll be grounded for a month!" her mother raged.

Ingrid sighed. "Alright, Alice, show him to her."

The girl, slightly embarrassed, lifted her index finger, showing its fingertip to the woman. "Brad? I can't believe this… did you really make him this small?" the woman shockedly asked.

"But mom," Ingrid said. "We were just playing, and he's having fun as well."

The woman sighed. Both girls were looking at her with puppy eyes, and Brad was too, even if she couldn't notice. "Alright, he could use getting some company now and then," she said. "But make him a bit larger, he could get lost like this. And you'll have to take out the trash since he obviously can't." And having said that, she left the room.

Alice giggled. "I thought she would get angrier," she said, a bit relieved.

Ingrid shrugged. "Me too. But maybe, she's just glad he's hanging out with a girl for once," she hypothesized.

*

Alice held her fingertip in front of her friend's face. "Well, should we make him bigger then?"

"What would you like to do?" asked Ingrid.

"Dunno, I feel like doing a bit of shopping, and then we could eat something," Alice said.

"What about him? Should he come along?"

"Dunno," Alice said. "Maybe it's best to leave him home."

"Well then, give him to me so I can restore him," Ingrid said, using her fingernail to scrape him off her friend's skin. "Alright then, I'll be waiting for you downstairs."

Ingrid nodded. Alice left and the brunette walked toward her brother's room. "Your new girlfriend dumped you already, huh?" she laughed. She put him on the bed and aimed at him with the gun. "See you later, big bro," she said.

Brad stood still for a little while. Alice didn't stay for long, but it had been a wild ride. And even if that girl had humiliated him, teased him, and toyed with him… he was hoping she would come back to give him some attention again. It didn't matter what size he would have been.

*

At school's exit, Alice ran after Ingrid, holding her heavy backpack in her hands.

"Hey, aren't you waiting for me?"

"Here you are," Ingrid said. "You know my brother's always asking about you? I think he's in love."

"Maybe he wants to be deflowered," Alice cheekily said.

"You're such a slut that you would actually do that," laughed Ingrid.

"Why not? But first I want you to make him really tiny," she said. "So I can shove him anywhere."

"Gross!" Ingrid said. "Are you serious?"

"Who knows…" the girl cryptically said, walking along with her friend. It was a bright, warm, sunny day.

It was a night like many others at the Reed household. Mark, having just finished his dinner, pushed back his chair, and rose from the seat. His wife quietly observed him walking to the fridge, grabbing a beer, and then heading towards the living room, where the couch and TV were.

“Mark,” she called him. “Aren’t you going do to the dishes tonight?”

“Sure… in a while, sweetie,” he responded.

Madison sighed. Mark had been turning that way since he lost his job six months ago. He was such a promising man when she first met him, and then that accident had sucked all of his prospects away. The man never returned to his old self, and had quietly resigned to an idle life, deprived of ambition and prospects.

The young woman finished eating her potato salad, then she carried the dirty dishes to the sink. She let out another huge sigh. She knew what was coming next wasn’t going to be easy, but she felt it had to be done.

She went to the bedroom, where she collected a folder and a little box. She carried both items to the living room, where she sat on the sofa next to her husband. He ignored her, absorbed by the TV glow.

“Mark,” she said as she rested her hand on his thigh. “We need to talk.”

“Not now, sweetie. If it’s about the dishes, I’m going to do them after this show is over,” he said, before taking one last sip of beer. He handed the empty bottle to his wife. “Could you bring me another, sweetie?”

Madison shot him an admonishing look. She knew well that Mark wasn’t going to do the dishes that night. He seldom did. He would just keep drinking on that couch until he fell asleep, like any other night.

The brunette took hold of the TV remote and turned the screen off. She looked at her husband with a concerned face.

“Mark...” she whispered.

He looked confused now that the TV wasn’t on anymore, as if the absence of picture and sound physically bothered him. “Is this serious?” he asked.

“Yes,” she nodded. “It’s about us. We can’t go on like this anymore.”

The man looked down. “I know, baby. I know. Trust me. I’ve got it under control. I’m just waiting for an answer from that company, you know, the one my friend Alan works at, and then I’ll be back into it. Once they accept my job request, everything will be like the old times, you’ll see.”

The woman shook her head. “You sent that request three months AGO, Mark.”

“Really?” he murmured. “You’ve got it all wrong, it can’t be.”

“Listen, Mark. You heard about that shrinking technology that’s spreading right now, right?”

“Huh? Of course I did. They talk about it on TV all the time.”

“My friend has one of the devices,” Madison revealed. “I borrowed it from her, actually.”

“Seriously? That’s amazing,” said the man, a grin on his face. “Come on, let me see it. Let’s use it to shrink the neighbor’s dog, or something.”

“It’s not a toy,” said Madison. “The reason she let me borrow it is… that I told her I wanted to use it on you.”

The man looked at his wife with a stupefied face. “You what?”

Madison nodded. She couldn’t look her husband in the eyes. “You’ve been so awful lately, Mark. You don’t bring any money home anymore. I’ve had to ask my parents for a loan, it was so humiliating.”

“I told you we’re going to repay it once I got a new job, baby...”

“Don’t call me baby!” shouted Madison, who was getting emotional. “You haven’t been seriously looking for months now. All you do is get wasted on this couch and hang out with your idiot friends.”

Mark was looking at the floor with a pitiful, defeated look.

“You keep spending money on alcohol and other crap than we can afford,” she continued. “And you never help around the house either. You’ve got so much free time, you could at least afford to clean up after yourself, right? But you never do.”

“Baby...”

“You’ve become worthless,” she cried. “You just take up space. And I can’t do anything about it. I can’t make you stop drinking, I can’t make you sort yourself out. That’s why… that’s why me and Rebecca agreed that the best thing for you was to shrink down, so that I would be able to give you a little discipline.”

“But I...” murmured Mark. He had no clue how to handle his wife's accusations. He knew in his heart that she was right, but he would have never admitted it out loud.

“I don’t wanna shrink, baby,” he protested. “Come on, who the hell does that? I would become the joke of the year if I let you shrink me.”

“You need to,” said Madison. She showed him the pieces of paper she held inside the folder. “I’ve got all things sorted, as you can see.”

Mark took a look at the papers. They were signed both by a local judge and his wife. In them, it was written that he was allowed to shrink to one-third of an inch for an indefinite amount of time, TO the judgment of Miss Madison Vargas.

“You only need to sign them, and then I’ll be able to shrink you,” she said.

"I can't do this," he cried. "One-third of an inch… that's way too small. I thought you meant to shrink me to one foot tall, or something like that."

Madison shook her head. "That size will be perfect for you. You're going to be way more manageable that way. Me and Rebecca agreed on that part. Actually, she said I should make you even smaller." The brunette giggled, and she adjusted her hair. "But I think one-third of an inch is good."

“Even… smaller?” he asked.

"Yeah, like one-tenth of an inch or so. But that size is way too small in my opinion," said Madison. "Like, I could lose you so easily if you were that size, and it'd be difficult even to pick you up," she added as she gestured with the tip of her fingers.

Mark shook his head in disbelief. His wife took his hands in hers. “Please, Mark, you need to sign that paper,” she said.

“But… what am I even going to do once I’m small,” he said.

“The same stuff you do right now,” said Madison. “You’ll hang out with me. I’ll be able to put you in my lap, or in between my breasts,” she teased him. Mark found that part really sexy as he stared at the bulge in his wife’s dress. “It’s not like you do anything but watch TV right now,” she said. “Good news! You can watch TV even at bug size.”

“Hmm...” the man nodded.

“When I go out, I can put you in a little box and carry you in my purse,” she explained. “I got it online, it’s designed for situations like ours,” she said. “Let me get it from my room.”

When she returned, she had a tiny metal box in her hand. She handed it to her husband. He opened it to find that it had comfortable interiors and lights that you could turn on and off.

“You really thought of everything,” he said.

Madison nodded. Mark kept looking at the minuscule box in his hand. It was smaller than a pencil eraser. He hadn’t realized yet how small he would become, but looking at the container in the palm of his hand, he got the full grasp of how puny he was going to be if he accepted his wife’s proposal.

“Maddie...” he whispered. “I need some time to think this over.”

The woman shook her head. “There is no time,” she said. “I need to return the shrinking device to Rebecca tomorrow. She leaves for Japan and she needs the device for herself.”

Mark was lost in thought. “What if I said no?” he asked.

“Then I want you out of this house as soon as possible,” she coldly said.

“But baby...”

“I can’t put up with your antics anymore, Mark. You need to grow up and accept to shrink down. Or leave.”

“Where would I go?”

"That's your problem. Of course, you could just accept my proposal. Think about it. It's very generous of me. Nobody is forcing me to give you this possibility."

“Hmm-mm.”

“My parents said that I should just leave you, and my sister agrees. But in the end, I want to give you a possibility to redeem yourself.”

Mark scratched his chin.

“But, what about… you know… that stuff.”

Madison smiled. “I think we’ll find a way to do that stuff,” she said. She lifted her dress up, revealing her crimson panties. “Imagine crawling in there, lifting the elastic of my panties and...” She licked her lips and let out a small moan. “Lose yourself in me.”

Mark was shaken at the words of his wife. He hadn't realized how sexy the situation could become. He inched towards the alluring woman to put an arm around her, but Madison backed off.

“Nonono,” she said. “Not until you shrink. You’re not allowed to touch me until you sign that paper.”

“But baby… how about one last time before...”

“Sign that paper,” she said. “And then we’ll have some fun, I promise. I can shrink you right now if you only sign that paper. And then...” she lifted her dress again. “You can move to your own personal amusement park.”

Mark was losing it. He wanted to have her so badly, now that she was teasing him like that.

“But, Maddie,” he asked. “When are you going to make me big again?”

The woman stared blankly at him. In all honesty, she hadn’t given that matter any serious thought yet.

“We’ll see,” she said. “If you will be a nice obedient pet, then I will consider restoring you to your normal size.”

“A pet?” he repeated.

“Oops, did I say that? I mean, that’s kind of what you will become,” she reasoned. “It’s not like you could be my actual husband any longer after you get to that size.” She laughed and threw her head back to remove the hair from her face.

Mark was a bit confused. “I thought… we were doing this to help me.”

“We’re doing this to help us both,” she corrected him. “I will finally be able to save some money, and you’ll have someone who can help you control yourself,” she explained.

Mark looked down at the floor, where his wife’s feet were. “I’m not sure about this...” he whimpered.

Madison, noticing where Mark's gaze had gone, removed her shoes, and then placed her bare feet over the couch.

"Look at my feet, Mark," said the beautiful woman. Mark's gaze focused on her soles. "You've been begging me to lick my dirty soles since the day we got married. I found it so gross, to find my feet sticky with your saliva, your tongue licking them up and down, up and down. But I endured that because I wanted to be good to you. Now... imagine my feet as big as buildings to you," she said.

“Think how much time it will take to clean them all off. And the best part is… I won’t even feel you squirming under my sole as you eat all of the dirt I gathered on there.”

Mark felt like his dick was exploding. He looked at his wife straight in the eye. “I knew… I was right to marry you,” he said. “Back off,” she said, as he was ready to jump on her. “Sign that paper, and then we’re done.”

Mark took the papers in his hand. “Are you going to do that or not?”, asked Madison, as she offered him the pen.

*

The next morning.

Rebecca heard the sound of the doorbell. She eagerly rose from her chair, ready to receive her best friend. The girls kissed each other on their cheeks.

“I have some coffee ready, babe,” announced Rebecca.

The girls sat at the kitchen table and started to drink their coffee. Madison began recalling the conversation of the previous night to her friend.

“So, did he sign or not?” Rebecca asked, although, from the way her friend couldn’t stop smiling, she felt she already knew the answer.

Madison opened her purse and started searching for the small metal box she had shown to her husband the night before. Rebecca, understanding where this was going, started to squeal enthusiastically.

Then the metal box was emptied over the table and the little man was tossed onto the wooden surface.

He saw the two ladies’ gorgeous smiles way up above. They both looked so beautiful, sitting at that table, smiling and cheering at his newfound size.

“I can’t believe the little dunce accepted,” laughed Rebecca as she lightly flicked him with her long fingernail. “And all it took was showing him a little panty.”

Both girls laughed heartily. “It’s not like you don’t know how that works,” said Madison.

“Oh, you mean, about all my previous dates?” said Rebecca as she took another sip of her coffee. “You’re right. Men will do anything as long as you get them turned on.”

“Where are they now, anyway?” asked Madison.

“Dunno, somewhere in my room, I guess. I let them free to walk around, so I’m afraid I might have squished one or two of them already,” she casually stated. “Who knows, we might have even stomped on a few on our way to the kitchen!”

Madison smiled. She imagined how terrified Mark was getting as he heard those words. She picked her tiny husband up and tossed him into her coffee cup.

“You can finish that off,” she said. The man landed over the small puddle of the leftover coffee from the bottom of the cup his wife had used.

Madison handed the device over to Rebecca. “Thank you so much, Becca. When you come back from Japan, I’ll treat you to the best place in town.”

“I’m just glad you could put it to good use,” said the woman as she observed the bug-sized man sucking up the coffee from the bottom of the cup. She grabbed the white cup from its handle. “You’d better take him out before it goes in the dishwasher.”

“Should I?” laughed Madison, as she hesitated after positioning her fingers over the cup.

Rebecca shrugged. “Your choice, I don’t care.”

Mark was relieved when he found that his wife and her friend were just joking. He wasn’t so sure before. Madison picked his body up and cleaned him off using a napkin, then he was placed back into his metal box.

Madison and Rebecca kissed each other on the cheek before they parted. Rebecca watched the beautiful figure of her friend walking away until she reached the elevator. After closing the door, she felt so pleased. She hadn’t seen her friend that happy in months. She was sure that now that Madison was rid of her toxic husband, she would get back to her old usual cheery self. As for herself, she couldn’t really ask for much. Maybe to get back from Japan with a little souvenir...

I meet Greta at one of the trendiest coffee shops downtown, one she uses to patron often with her friends and fellow students. Dressed in a tracksuit and tennis shoes, she removes her sunglasses and offers me her hand as she sits in front of me. “I’m heading for the gym after the interview,” she explains. Her bright smile lights up the room as we wait for our orders to be served. If one had to judge from her simple ways, her youthful looks, and casual attire, he would never imagine her to be one of the most successful professionals in the world of fetishist kinks. However, Greta is an experienced size-changing worker, or shrink escort, and in this exclusive interview, she reveals to your favorite magazine all of her secrets and then some.

How and when did you start being a shrink escort?

I was 19 and had just finished high school at the time. One of my sister’s friends had decided to retire from the profession and she wanted to introduce me to some of her clients. At first I wasn't sure that was something I wanted to do, but she managed to convince me. I was going to begin college in the fall, and when she told me how much money she had made doing this job, I realized I would've been able to pay off my college expenses easily if I had taken off as a shrink escort. So I told myself… why not? Let's give it a try at least. And here we are now.

What was your first job? Were you nervous at the time?

I was really nervous the first few times, yeah. I was afraid I would end up crushing or maiming the little guys and then I would lose the trust of the clientele. Of course, the first thing you do before the beginning of a shrink session is make them sign a contract that protects you from all legal responsibilities, so whatever happens to them you don't risk a thing. But it's not like you want to hurt your clients or anything. It's the last thing you want to do as a shrink escort. It makes potential new clients afraid of trying it out and gives us all a bad reputation. Anyway… my first job, I still remember it clearly. I picked him up at the size-changing facility and carried him home in my shorts pocket. I had to hide him from my family as I walked into my room, I was very awkward as it was my first time dealing with a tiny person. He was actually just a foot worshipper who wanted to hang out between my toes. He had specifically requested for my feet to be smelly, so I picked up a pair of old trainers and went for a walk around my neighborhood before our meeting. After closing the door in my room, I just removed my shoes and tossed him on the floor. I could smell the odor from above, so I felt grossed out at the sight of the little guy licking my dirty feet. I just sat at my desk awkwardly, and let him do his thing. Half an hour later, I picked him up and walked him back to the size facility. And that’s how I made my first hard-earned money (she laughs).

How does one go about contacting a shrink escort?

In my case, they send an email to the address they can find on my website. I check their request out and get back to them until we arrange a date and time. They tell me which size they are going to shrink, which kind of action they want to perform, and how they want me to act as they do it. They can also choose which kind of clothes they want me to wear. Daily clothes, lingerie, fully naked? It's important to agree on all of this beforehand because once they are shrunk down they might be too small to communicate. When they shrink to a super tiny size, every detail matters. One extra drop of perfume can ruin their whole experience, so this is a really important phase. Anyway, most guys just want me to completely undress once we get back from the shrinking center. I found that foot fetishists are the most particular about the kind of shoes they want me to wear though. They always have a particular kind of sandal or high-heeled shoe in their mind, and a lot of the time they'll gift me the type of shoe they want me to wear for our meeting. I love shopping, but since I started doing this job I can't say I have ever needed to look for new shoes. (she laughs)

What kind of requests do you get from your clients?

There are many types of requests. I just told you about one of the most popular, which is foot worshipping. They just want to hang out at your feet and fiddle with them. Sometimes they’ll ask you to interact with them and dominate them with your soles, and sometimes they want you to just passively wait as they have their fun with your feet. Others ask for trash-talking and stuff like that. Like, they want to be called a bug, or a slave, and generally being looked down upon. I was so inept at this at the beginning, but I got more comfortable as time passed. Others prefer tits and asses, or mouthplay, and of course, many want to have sex while shrunken. For sex, I ask more than other kinds of size play because it requires my full attention. I mean, one thing is to have a one-inch dude wanting to just jump up and down your tits as you watch TV, another is using a shrunken man as a dildo.

Of course, there’s plenty of variety in the requests I’m getting. There are guys who love pissing. They’re like those monks who meditate under a waterfall, but I’m sure their goal is a bit different. Some like to bathe and swim in my piss, so I collect it in a little jar for them. I remember once a guy asked me to place him inside a jar and piss on him, but only a few drops because he had never learned to swim. (she laughs) Others want to be in your clothes as you go through your day. I have a tiny man in my underwear at this very moment (she looks a bit uncomfortable as she says this). He specifically requested to be trapped in my panties as I went to the gym.

Tell us about the strangest requests you’ve received. Anything you’ve ever refused to do?

Strange is commonplace in this kind of job. Off the top of my head… There’s one guy who wants to be tossed on my big toenail right after I paint my nails so that he'll be glued to it as the paint dries. Then he wants me to take a walk downtown while he's stuck there. Another guy once came to me with a model city he had built himself. He wanted me to roleplay and destroy the little city as he walked in the middle of it. That was one of the most entertaining jobs I’ve been asked to do, but he told me it almost felt sad seeing me wrecking the city he had spent so much time building. As for jobs I’ve refused… well, every time a client wants me to swallow them, I have to tell them I'm a vegetarian! (she laughs)

What kind of size do your clients usually request to be?

Actually, that is all over the place. The largest size I allow is eight inches, and the smallest is one-half of a millimeter. Bigger than eight inches, and it kinda stops being a giantess experience, they get closer to the size of little kids which freaks me out. Smaller than one-tenth of a millimeter would make them hard to spot even with my handy magnifying lens. So you find guys who want to be six inches dildos and others who want to explore my body at the smallest size possible, and then everyone else who falls in between. There are some guys who would like to get even smaller than one-half of a millimeter! I tell them that that size makes me almost 5 miles tall to them, and that should be enough for anyone. Imagine seeing a 100-foot-tall nipple and thinking that's not big enough! These guys would want my breasts to become as big as planets, and even then I'm not sure they'd be satisfied! (she laughs)

Did any accident ever happen?

I cannot say, unfortunately, that using a shrink escort is always 100% safe. There’s always the possibility of getting lost or even dying. Going to a more experienced escort will greatly reduce the chances of this happening. In the beginning, when I was still unskilled, I roughed up some of the first guys who went inside my pussy. A few of them said they enjoyed it though! (she laughs). I can say that if you want to be safe, you should avoid shrinking under 1 cm, which coincidentally, is also my favorite size.

Why?

Well, when they’re 1 cm tall, they’re about as tall as my big toe. They struggle a bit to get on my foot, but they are able to get on top of it, unless they have a disability, in which case I’m more than glad to help them. My body becomes about 700 feet tall to them, which is a good size for exploring in a standard half-hour session. My tits become a comfortable bed when they're that size, and they're also perfect for vaginal play. I can grind them against my flesh with just the tip of my finger. With experience, I've learned to do it gently, so that we both end up enjoying it. They feel so good on my clit!

What kind of men use your services? Do you also accept women as clients?

Of course, I also accept women, but the ratio is, like, 95 male to 5 female clients. I enjoy it a lot when I get to shrink a tiny lady. The fact that another woman wants to be tiny before me is very flattering. Not all of them are into women in their regular lives, by the way. Some perfectly straight ladies enjoy the idea of exploring a large body, and some are into humiliation and adore the idea of being dominated by a much larger, younger and prettier -I apologize if this sounds like I’m bragging- female. There are also some couples who love having sex on a giant body. Anyway, the people I get are pretty varied. I've had clients from 18 to 95 years old, but most are middle-aged men. Many are single, but I get plenty of married people too. Many are too afraid of confessing their fantasies to their wives, or they have already done so and have been rejected. My service is costly, and you have to add the shrinking expenses, so a lot of my clients are upper class people. But I have quite a few clients from working class backgrounds. They save up the money so they can live out their fantasy. For a lot of them, it’s a lifetime dream coming true.

What does your boyfriend think of your shrinking activity? Does he ask you to be shrunken too?

Honestly, he doesn’t care too much. We don’t talk about it a lot, really. I’ve been trying to get him involved, as I’ve had some requests for a threesome, or a foursome with a tiny couple, but he says he’s not interested. As far as sex goes, he’s kinda vanilla, and I’m fine with him that way. I get more than my fair share of shrunken foot fanatics as it is (she laughs). He never asked me to be shrunken either, although if he did, I wouldn't mind. I've fantasized about using him as a sex toy a few times…

You are just 5’2”, do you see shrinking people down as a way to overcome your own physical size?

Actually, that’s part of the appeal of this job for me. At my height, I’ve always had most people tower over me. It’s refreshing to be a giantess and have tiny people at your feet. Makes me feel like I’m the big one, for once. I have to say also, that the adoration I receive from my clients daily has done wonders for my self esteem.

What do you think of suicide escorts? Have you ever accepted that kind of job?

First off, it’s an illegal practice, and I’m really not looking forward to spending time behind bars. (she laughs). So even if I actually accepted those kinds of requests, that’s not something I would share publicly.

Of course, these kinds of practices are forbidden, and for good reason. Then again, you have some men who just want to be killed by a giant woman. They want to be crushed underfoot, or eaten, or fucked to death. These kinds of jobs are very lucrative, because usually the men leave the escort with a very good remuneration, if not all of the money they have left. I’ve heard of girls who were able to retire at my age because of the money they made killing off tiny people. Old men or terminally ill people are the most likely to request these jobs, but sometimes you get younger people too. From a moral point of view, I find it’s a grey area. Some of these people are depressed and would be better off seeking treatment. But others are dying people who just want to see their last wish come true. If you think about it, wouldn’t you rather die under a beautiful ass than in a hospital bed?

Have you ever been on “the other side”?

Yeah, I actually did once! A friend of mine who's also in the same job asked me to take turns in shrinking ourselves in front of the other so that we could see what it was like from our clients' point of view. For a while, I was afraid it was all her plot to try and get rid of the competition (she laughs). But seriously, there was no way I could actually believe that, as I knew we both received more requests than we could handle anyway. I shrank down to one inch. Seeing her tower over me was a humbling experience, she was incredibly massive and beautiful. From that day on, I realized the way my clients looked at me when they stood at my feet, which helped me appreciate my work better. I still remember the way my friend laughed when she watched me run away from her stinky pantyhose!

Would you recommend your job to other women who might be reading this?

Definitely! It’s a kind of job anyone can do, and you can make plenty of money very easily. Lots of time you just lay there with a book, studying, while the tinies play with your body. Most of them want to shrink so small you won’t even notice they’re there. It’s a job I’ve grown to enjoy throughout the years. These days I look forward to picking the tiny people up at the shrinking centre.

Your physical appearance matters, but it’s not the end of it. Average-looking girls still attract lots of clients, but the better-looking you are, the more money you can ask for.

Our conversation is over. We say goodbye to each other and then she excuses herself. Her gym workout can't be postponed any more, and the tiny guy trapped in her panties is itching for her to get all sweaty. Greta is a young woman who has decided to fulfill people’s deepest desires for a living. Perhaps, if you’re a fetishist living in the London area you already know her and her services. If you don’t, who knows? You might end up wanting to try her and her giant feet out…

visit http://www.giantessgoddessgretauk.com to learn more

Sarah stretched and yawned. The slender girl, having just returned from a night out, sank into the sofa while tossing her handbag into the coffee table.
“Careful!” Deborah said. “My brother’s in there!”
“Huh? Your brother? Right… I forgot that he had shrunk...”
Sarah’s eyes darted to the coffee table, where she spotted the minuscule shape of a tiny, bug-sized man. “I’ve never seen a guy this tiny,” she giggled. “Gosh, I’ll have to be careful not to crush him. Is it okay to put my feet there? I’m so tired...”
Jason recoiled as his sister’s friend slammed her heels on the coffee table. The giant woman was not thinking of how her smallest action could influence the tiny man, and she couldn’t help but laugh as she saw him bounce from the impact of her foot’s crash.
“Whoa! Sorry!” said the girl. “Are you okay?”
Sarah watched him recomposing himself, getting up from having fallen on his ass onto the table’s wooden surface. Now that her feet stood so close to him, he looked even tinier and more insignificant. She compared him to her toes, which she playfully twirled, and found that even the smallest one was still larger and bulkier than the bug-sized man.
Deborah smirked. “He’s surely fine,” the girl said. “My bro has been through much, much worse things, I assure you.”
Sarah smiled with a mixture of amusement and pity. “I can believe that, seeing how small he is.”
No matter how empathic she tried to sound, she did not even think of pulling her feet away from the table where he stood on.
The building-sized shoes towered above Jason, the man familiarizing himself with the pattern and the dirtiness of their soles as it looked upon their flat surfaces as a wave of leather and footsweat scent breezed upon him.
Sarah groaned as she made eye contact with her friend. “I’m so sore. The party was so fun, but these heels have been killing me!”
Deborah grinned. “How about a little foot rub, then? I’m sure my bro would be happy to give you one...”
Sarah smiled at Deborah, her expression indicating that she did not fall for her trick. “Come on,” she said. “Be serious.”
“No, no, I swear!” Deborah said. “He’s pretty good at it. I have him massage my feet all the time. Just give him a try if you don’t believe me.”
Sarah turned to the little man again. Jason was still standing between her shoes. She thought it might have just been her mind playing tricks on her, but it looked as if he was eager to get to work.
The blonde giggled. “Okay, then,” she said as she leaned in to unfasten her shoes. “Can’t hurt to try.”
“Ouch,” she said once she unclipped both of her shoe straps, revealing blisters on both her heels. “I knew this was bad…”
“I’ll get you some band-aids,” Deborah said, heading for the bathroom’s medicine cabinet.
The sound of her steps echoed in the room as Sarah’s bare feet returned to the coffee table, their round soles looming in front of Jason. “Let’s see what you can do, little man...” purred the girl as her feet undulated in front of the minuscule guy.
As soon as he approached the titanic sole, it was evident that the vast majority of the girl’s foot was too far for him to access to. Jason, at his pitiful size, could only reach to the bottom of the ball of her foot.
Sarah smirked. “Right, Deb was obviously joking. How can this tiny guy massage my feet properly?”
“You need to put your foot down on him,” Deborah explained as she returned to the room.
“Back already?” Sarah asked.
Deborah nodded, handing Sarah the band-aid box. “Curve your foot a little bit so he can find some space.”
Sarah curled her toes and slightly raised the bottom of her foot. “Like this?”
“Yup!” Deborah said, as she observed Jason crawling under Sarah’s foot like a worm.
The girl eyed the tiny man with curiosity. “Hey, I can feel him there... Oooh! This is good!”
Deborah giggled. “I told you... even at his size, he can make himself useful!”
“And he’s so well-behaved,” Sarah observed with satisfaction. “As soon as I tell him what to do, he immediately obeys! Did you train him?”
“Not really,” Deborah said. The girl pouted. “He’s not like that with just anybody... I think he may just have the hots for you!”
“Really?” Sarah amusedly said. She had peeled the paper off a band-aid and had pulled her foot away from the table, while keeping the one Jason was under in place.
“Who knows...” Deborah reasoned. “Maybe if he hadn’t shrunk, he would have made a move.”
“He used to be kinda hot,” Sarah said as she pulled her other foot away, uncovering Jason. She put the band-aid over the blister and shot another look at him. “But now... look at him!” she said as she erupted in a chuckle.
Sarah closed in on Jason to pick him up between thumb and forefinger, hovering him up in the hair. “Hardly boyfriend material!”
Deborah giggled. “But he does give good foot rubs.”
Sarah nodded. “You’ve got to give him that, at least...” she said as a devilish idea came up into her mind. She picked up the band-aid box with her free hand and took out another band-aid.
“Did that one not stick?” Deborah asked.
“Oh, it’s not that...” Sarah said, smiling mischievously. She bent down toward her foot, placing Jason right in the space on top of her big toe. Then, as she pinned the man to her skin with the tip of her finger, she used her other hand to peel off a band-aid. With a turn of her finger, she glued the sticky part around her toe, smothering Jason between the gauze and her skin.
“There!” she said, as she swung her foot in front of Deborah, satisfaction evident in her eyes as she confirmed that the tiny man did not budge as she kicked her foot around.
“Ah, come on!” said the girl. “That’s my brother you’re sticking on your foot!”
Despite scolding her with words, it was clear that she was actually amused, and was loudly giggling at the scene.
Sarah beamed. “It’s very convenient,” she bragged. “This way I can have him within reach whenever I want a foot rub.”
Deborah nodded. “Very clever,” she said.
Sarah smiled as she gave one final look at the guy trapped on her big toe. Only his face came out of the huge, light brown sticker. “And you said he likes me so... he can’t even complain!”
The girl got up from the sofa, picked up her shoes and handbag, and yawned. “Now, I guess I’m going to sleep…” she announced.
Deborah nodded. “You know where the guest room is.”
“Course. G’night, babe. See you tomorrow...”
“Good night... and… take care of my bro!” Deborah asked as she glanced at her friend’s foot.
Sarah giggled, playfully twirling her big toe. “I will, I will...”

Charlotte was waiting in the middle of the empty classroom, her long legs dangling from the teacher's desk.

She paused the game she was playing on her phone and looked around, wondering if Philip could’ve maybe chickened out and ended up not showing.

Still, she felt confident: she was not the kind of girl boys could ignore. A beautiful tall blonde, a freshman at her college, and already one of its most popular girls.

Guys openly fawned at her. This one in particular, she could sense how obsessed he was. He was a couple of years older and a big loser, but he came from a fairly wealthy family. Normally, the thought of being alone with him would’ve creeped her out. But this day, she had taken all of the necessary precautions…

Minutes later, the door opened, and a nervous figure entered the room. A scrawny twenty-something awkwardly stopped in front of the door, as if waiting for her permission to come inside.

"Hi..." he just said.

Charlotte kept looking at her phone's screen, unfazed by Philip's presence. Despite being ignored, the guy kept awkwardly standing by the door, waiting for her to acknowledge him. It took a while for her to lift her face up and her cold green eyes to gaze at him.

"Did you bring the money?" she asked.

"Y-yes," said the guy as he conjured a few crumpled bills from his pocket. He walked to her, Charlotte grabbing the papers from his outstretched hand to make sure the amount was the one they had agreed upon.

Then, without saying a word, she bent forward to untie her sneakers.

Some seconds later, the white shoe fell on the floor, revealing the blonde's sock-clad foot. The white and pink piece of cotton soon followed, slumping on the ground, and her foot was finally bare.

The girl looked at Philip, who was standing motionless and nervously. "You have ten minutes," she said with a faint smile. "You'd better hurry up. The stopwatch has started," she added, showing him the countdown running on the screen of her smartphone.

Philip advanced toward the lady. As soon as he got in front of the desk, he looked at the blonde of his dreams and kneeled in front of her, his face standing at the same height as her elegant, long foot.

He could feel the slight odor of her sweat as he lowered his face in front of the toes. Then, he stuck his tongue out and started licking her skin like an obedient dog. Feeling the texture of Charlotte's flesh under his tongue, he savored the taste of her rounded sole as he kept ramming his tongue to feel the bitter flavor of her foot sweat. Greedily, his slobbering tongue made its way through the bottom of the girl’s foot, moving up to the long, lined-up toes, careful not to waste a single second of the ten-minute time span he was offered.

He glanced up to see if he could catch a glimpse of her panties, but her legs were crossed. Never mind; he went back to her foot. Meanwhile, the girl resumed playing with her phone, seemingly unfazed by having her older college mate worshipping her foot. She spread her toes and closed them off together, feeling the sticky wetness of his spit against her skin; and sometimes pushed her foot against Philip's face, letting him feel the whole length of her warm sole against his nose and forehead before he could get back to lick it with ardent passion.

He resumed sucking on her pretty toes, painted with pink nail polish, as if he was tasting the most delectable delicacy in the universe. He inserted them one by one inside his mouth, sucking the dirt from in between them, and worshipping with abandon the godly flesh with his tongue, teeth, and lips.

At first, Philip didn't notice that something was changing. He was too focused on his task, too intent on worshipping the perfect girl he had dreamed so much about. Eventually though, even someone as focused as him had to recognize that something was off.

He noticed how he could no longer fit all of her toes inside of his mouth, so he went with the larger one, now so bulky that he had to spread his mouth to let the thing in. He kept sucking on it, savoring the taste of the dirt from under her nail. That's when the thing started slipping out from his lips. His mouth simply couldn't contain the thing anymore, as it was getting almost as large as his entire head. He looked up to see Charlotte's colossal body extending for dozens of feet. Her beautiful legs alone were as large as tree trunks and her magnificent foot, now almost as big as his whole body, was still hovering in the air.

Did he care? Perhaps he was getting a bit afraid, but it seemed like his need to keep worshipping the larger and larger foot was his absolute priority.

He jumped to hug the thing, letting his arms circle around the arch of the foot.

Soon after, she swung her foot in the air, and he couldn't keep his hold anymore. He fell on the floor, only to see the teen's smug face looking at him from up above.

"It worked," she giggled. "Sorry, Phil, but did you really think I could let you run around town, spreading rumors that I let people lick my feet for money? Of course not!"

"So I tried applying this experimental shrinking formula on my skin, and apparently it works really well."

Her lips curled into a slight smirk. "You're getting smaller by the second," she observed. "And the more you lick my feet, the more you will shrink."

Then she picked her phone up.

"You still have three minutes. One would think you would stop at this point, but are you sure you want to waste the little time you have left?"

Her foot descended and slammed on the floor. Philip raced towards it, uncaring of everything else in the world. The doll-sized man kneeled to kiss the toes of the girl he fancied, covering the precious foot with his kisses. As he kept dwindling in front of the girl, his lust peaked as he came into his pants while he lasciviously let his spongy muscle cover the skin of the teen.

He jumped over the slender toes, keeping sticking kisses at them as the girl had resumed playing with her cellphone game. He was now as short as her big toe was long, and he was only getting smaller. Panicking at the thought that his time was about to end, he started jumping all over her foot, unsure of what to do, where to go, and which section of his dream foot worship.

Gradually, the foot became his world. He walked over the slope of the foot, kneeling over it to touch the bony skin and then standing up to tread towards her toes. Even at full speed, the toes stood hundreds of feet in the distance and seemed unreachable as the continuous shrinking only made his traveling more troublesome.

Up above, her upset voice could be heard. “Aww! I lost! And just when I was about to beat my record!”

Then his entire surroundings were shaken, and with a swift and sudden motion, he was kicked off of the giant foot.

"Time's up," her booming voice from far above ruled, as he landed on the cold floor.

Her green eyes looked down from an incredible distance, trying to spot the ant-sized man.

"How lucky... I forgot to check up the stopwatch and so you gained an extra minute at my feet," she said.

"I suppose I should charge you for that, but I don't think there is a way I could receive the extra money from you now."

Charlotte picked a tissue from her bag to clean her foot up, then wore her sock and shoe back. Her gaze then went back to the floor where she finally spotted Philip's tiny figure.

"There you are," she said. She was now standing up in all of her beautiful glory. The tiny man looked up at his crush, towering endlessly above him like a goddess. Her slender, toned body seemed more alluring than ever now. As his gaze moved up above her legs, he could finally see under her skirt, her white panties covering her ass and womanhood. He reveled in the heavenly view as he heard her speak again.

The girl raised her eyebrow and curled her lips. "What should I do with you? I should probably squish you under my foot since you're so small, but such an honor would be wasted on you, and I don't think you paid enough for that service," she said.

"That size is just perfect for you, don’t you think?" she added with an arrogant smile. She walked towards the door, each step of her sending a shockwave to the tiny ant-sized man. "You’ll be able to peep on girls unnoticed, and you’ll be so close to the feet you love so much!"

He felt the ground shake with each of the teen's steps.

When she was next to the door, for one last time she turned her indifferent face to him, or rather the spot she knew he was standing on.

"You'll just have to avoid getting stepped on. Good luck with that!"

And then she slammed the door and got out of the building, fantasizing about how she would spend the money she had just earned.

“You came earlier than I was expecting…”

Brian was looking forward to having a good time. He had been invited by his girlfriend to spend the evening together – or to be more exact, he had sort of invited himself, since lately she hadn't been calling him that often.

“Well, I was in the area, so I thought I’d surprise you…” Brian said.

Sabrina shrugged. “I was doing my nails,” the woman said, glancing down at her naked feet. The brunette had been walking barefoot, enjoying the cool feeling of the tiles under her skin, until she stepped on the soft carpet that was right in front of the sofa.

Brian smirked – she was in the process of making herself beautiful for him, surely she was eager to impress him, and no doubt she would succeed. Dressed in her simple, light dress, she looked elegant and sensual with her thin, flawless figure.

The thought of having gained the affection of such a lovely and refined woman made Brian really proud. Still, the man was feeling uneasy, like there was something subtly different about her that night. Or was it him who was changing?

“Don’t just stand there,” Sabrina said as she sat down in front of the coffee table and picked up the small bottle of nail polish. “Pick a seat.”

And as she held the brush in mid-air, she lifted her head back to him and glanced at him.

“Actually,” she said. “Why don’t you help?”

Brian nodded. He received the bottle of nail polish from the woman and picked up the brush; then he kneeled in front of her bare knees so he could begin painting her toes.

A subtle grin formed on Sabrina’s face. Brian was holding her right foot with his left hand, keeping it still while his other hand carefully began painting her littlest toe.

“You know, Brian,” the woman said. “We don’t have much time to be together tonight. I’m going out with my friends later.”

Brian stopped working to shoot a worried glance at the woman’s face. “But we were supposed to spend the night together.”

“I never said that, though,” she stated. “You just invited yourself, and I simply did not care to stop you.”

Brian was clearly disappointed, although he silently resumed painting Sabrina’s nails. Little by little, her toes turned to a shiny, pearl-like color, leaving the woman to guess what he was thinking… supposing that she actually cared to know.

“I could come with you,” he eventually proposed, his voice breaking the tense silence.

“I don’t think so, Brian,” Sabrina said. “My friends don’t really like you.”

He took the hit and kept airing his grievances. "We've been barely seeing each other lately," Brian said. "It almost feels like you don't want to see me anymore."

And as he said this, Brian felt the strangest feeling, as if something jolted in his mind.

Sabrina looked at him with a distant face, expressing only a hint of concern about his reaction. “I’m afraid that may be the case, after all, Brian,” she said. “As they say, all good things must eventually come to an end.”

The man was confused, not really knowing what to say in front of the unexpected turn of events. He silently kept doing the woman’s nails, not daring to interrupt his job. Yet, the uncanny feeling that something in the room was wrong only increased.

Finally, a feeble objection escaped from his lips. “But I thought you liked me…”

A pitying expression took on the woman’s face. She was looking at him much like one would look at a puppy with a broken leg.

“See, the thing with you, Brian, is that at first you look like a great guy. You’re good-looking, sure, and you seem like you have your life together. So, in the beginning, yes, I really thought I liked you. But when I really got to know you, Brian, I really discovered how you’re really sort of… insignificant.”

Again, Brian felt the weird sensation. A jolt in the bones of his head, as if the grey matter of his brain was leaking out. Was he going mad?

Sabrina kept looking at him. Unlike Brian, she was fully aware of what was going on, and the man had so far refused to see.

“You get what I was talking about now, do you?” the woman said, standing up to make her point. “You can’t even handle a woman breaking up with you…”

As Sabrina stood to her full height, Brian tilted his head up...

and up…

and up.

Eventually, he caught a glimpse of her distant face, realizing with a shiver that Sabrina looked much taller, as if she were about fifteen feet tall.

“You can’t even handle a woman breaking up with you… without shrinking.”

Focused as he was on her feet, he hadn’t even noticed that she was getting bigger and bigger. But that was not truly correct; rather, he was actually the one who was becoming smaller in front of the normal-sized woman. Now that she stood up, he was barely taller than her knees, coming up face to face with the edge of her dress.

As Brian stood still in confusion, Sabrina twirled her toes. “Won’t you finish? It won’t do to leave a job half-done,” she said.

The man sheepishly moved to the left foot, a million thoughts racing through his mind. And as he began painting her big toe, now to him almost ten inches long, Sabrina returned to talk.

“See, Brian, that’s exactly the problem with you,” she said. “You’re so subservient, always doing whatever I say. I liked that, in the beginning, but after a while, I got bored. I wanted to be challenged. A lady... needs someone who can produce some excitement. Not a groveling pet who will kneel at her feet.”

He kept painting her toes, listening to her monologue, and watching the foot in front of him getting bigger and bigger as the brush he was holding was becoming harder to handle.

Up above, Sabrina sighed. “If I don’t stop talking, you won’t even be able to finish the job,” she said. “I better shut up.”

Now, Brian was barely taller than one meager foot, and he had to hold the brush with both hands. On the other hand, only the two smallest toes remained, then Sabrina would have been happy.

The man kept working steadfastly, convinced that if he finished the job, he would be able to reverse his shrinking, and maybe even convince Sabrina not to break up with him.

The brush was getting heavier, but he could still handle it. He was strong. At least he used to be, and he still was for his size.

Sabrina’s foot, long and elegant, much like the woman herself, patiently waited for him to serve her.

“Well, at least you are doing a good job,” Sabrina said, watching Brian slowly and carefully paint her second smallest toe. “My toes are going to be perfect for this beautiful night, and I’ll be able to wear open sandals thanks to your pedicure.”

“Maybe, Brian,” she added. “I should keep you, after all. As my tiny foot servant. What do you say?”

Sabrina's green eyes watched as the tiny man shrank further, getting under ten inches and still getting smaller. "You would accept so long as you'd still be able to be with me, right?"

The tiny man winced. Now the toes stood colossal before him, and he had to take two steps to the side just to be able to stand in front of her smallest toe. The brush was getting heavier and heavier in his arms, and he was having a lot of trouble just holding it up.

“No answer, huh?” Sabrina asked. “Still painting my toes instead. I guess I’ll take it as a yes. But, Brian, if you keep shrinking, I don’t think you’ll be of much use to me, so maybe stop doing that, please?”

She couldn’t help but smirk as she saw him getting continuously smaller, and still trying to get to her smallest toe. At last, he couldn’t handle the weight anymore; he fell on the floor, the gigantic brush escaping his minuscule arms.

Sabrina’s fingers came down to pick up the brush. “You lost this?” she asked.

He looked up; she was offering the item to him.

Brian tried to pick it up, but it was as big as he was by now. He stained his chest and arms with the white paint, all for nothing; as he tried to grasp the brush, he felt under the weight of its bulky cap.

Sabrina sighed, but she had an amused smile on her face. “Guess you failed, and just when you were about to finish…”

“Such a shame… But I figure you won’t be of much use to me anymore, now that you shrunk so much.”

Under the ironic stare of his colossal ex-girlfriend, Brian managed to recompose himself and looked up in front of him, the toes now longer and bulkier than he was.

Sabrina followed his movements with a curious gaze. She didn’t know what the man would do now that he was so small, and frankly, she wasn’t sure what to do with him, either. But she was pleasantly surprised to see that he was still rushing to the nail polish bottle and submerging his arms into the thick substance.

Her eyes widened as she discovered the lengths Brian would go to serve her. With both hands covered with nail polish, the man walked to her pinky and used his fingers and palms to paint the nail's surface, then, when he was done, he turned the hands to their backs so he could paint the nail some more.

Sabrina was truly fascinated; she dared not stop the tiny man. He traveled back and forth from the foot to the nail polish bottle until he was done.

The brunette twirled her toes with delight. Brian had done an excellent job. The minuscule man looked up at the building-sized woman from his spot right in front of her feet, hoping to be able to glance at her face.

He had done his job, so he must have gotten her approval, he thought. Surely, after I’ve done this, she won’t break up with me no more.

And indeed, the giant woman spoke to him with a gentle smile on her face. “You did an awesome job, Brian,” she said. “It’s just a shame you shrank so small.”

Right. But he could grow back. He could still grow back, right? He could still be her lover in the end.

“Because…” Sabrina said. “If you were at least a few inches taller, you could have been my foot servant. But, this?”

She picked him up between the two biggest toes and gently squished him between the meaty digits. With him firmly caught in the grip, she lifted up her foot to give him a better, closer look. “The best role you could fulfill, at this pitiful size of yours, is my professional toe separator,” she giggled.

“But…” she added as he escaped her firm grip and fell off her foot, and straight onto the carpet again, “it looks like you’re still getting smaller…”

The woman sighed. “Geez, Brian. You’re going to be a speck if you don’t stop shrinking!” she scolded him.

Her foot came down on the carpet with a bang, jolting the minuscule man, now shorter than one inch.

“What should I even do with you now?” she asked. “Put you out of your misery, maybe?”

The twirling toes looked like they could crush him without much effort.

“But that would be cruel, and besides, it would be illegal,” she said. “And as my ex-boyfriend, I think you should receive at least some preferential treatment from me.”

She picked him up between two fingers – he was so small now she had to be extra careful not to hurt him. Then, she deposited him on the bridge of her foot, right before the point where her toes began.

“Maybe if you rush, Brian,” she said with one final chirp, “you could get to the toenail before it dries. Then, you would become my little, itty-bitty toe decoration for the night.”

Her green eyes couldn’t stop looking down. Brian was indeed rushing to the toenail. Sabrina couldn’t help but smirk – this was a level of devotion far, far higher than she had ever expected from him. But she would not complain. She just rested her back against the couch pillow, waiting for the nail polish to dry up as she contemplated the lengths men would belittle themselves to out of a sick and twisted adoration.

And when she finally looked down, Brian was firmly encased in the middle of her big toenail, tied to her nail polish and ready to spend the night together with her, just like he dreamed about.

Well, sort of like what he dreamed about.

*

When the doorbell rang next, Sabrina rushed to open. She kissed her friend on the cheek and walked her inside.

Morena looked around the living room, noticing no one else was present. “Is he gone already?” she asked.

Sabrina had a playful smile. “Not really,” she giggled as she twirled her toes.

“Not really?” Morena asked. “What does that even mean?”

Sabrina looked down, her eyes pointing at her feet. “I would recommend,” she said, “that you take a long, hard look at my big toe.”

The brunette felt really satisfied as she heard her friend loudly gasp.

From his spot on the nail, Brian looked up, enjoying the plentiful view. He could see anywhere on Morena’s body, and he was especially happy to be able to gaze under her short skirt.

He never liked her; the woman was always a bitch to him. But he couldn’t deny that she was pretty.

Now Morena was smiling at him and sarcastically waving.

“Some men just can’t handle rejection,” Morena said, staring at Brian with a delighted smile.

“Huh-huh,” Sabrina confirmed, proud to be able to show her friend such a curious sight.

Morena blew him a kiss, looking down at him with a smug smile.

“Come on, stop teasing him,” Sabrina said. “I think he might get even smaller if you do.”

“And that would be bad because?” Morena cheekily asked.

“Oh, come on,” Sabrina said, no less entertained. “We’ve got to go.”

"Let me just pee real quick, and then we can go,” Morena said, finally standing back up.

The women eventually left the house and walked to their fun night out. Brian was just happy to be able to stick close to Sabrina. Tied to her as he currently was, the only trouble would come when she would have to clean up the paint.

But these kinds of distant thoughts did not trouble him for the time being. He was convinced he would still find a way to be with the love of his life until the very end.