Natalie had suffered from the shrinking disease ever since she was young. Her condition affected her at the most unpredictable times, reducing her to such tiny sizes that she often went unnoticed by her peers for hours at a time, scurrying under their feet like a bug and trying to get their attention, or to get somewhere safe from them.

That was just how the young woman found herself this Sunday morning. Her condition had triggered right after breakfast, and now she stood a thousandth of her normal size, lost on the living room floor and slowly making her way to the kitchen where she could hear her mother Martha doing the dishes.

Nat had been walking for several minutes and still hadn't reached the kitchen when she felt and heard the familiar rumbling booms of a normal person's lumbering steps. Seconds later, Martha appeared in front of her, a middle-aged colossus walking right towards her.

Martha was short, even for a Latina, though she made up for it by being large in other ways. Natalie had grown used to looking down on her mother ever since she turned fourteen, but her shrinking disease ensured she was still used to looking up at her too. Still, Martha's sky-scraping heights were no less impressive today than they had been the last hundred times.

It never failed to take Natalie's breath away when she saw a normal person after shrinking once again. All them became walking mountains to her, capable of shaking the world with their mere footsteps, and Martha was no exception. Had she been this size from birth she would have no doubt thought the woman a goddess. Even knowing she it was only her mother, Nat was still awed seeing her come closer in her tight blue jeans and flowery blouse, and especially when that caramel sole filled her view.

Nat shut her eyes moments before the familiar heft of her mother's foot slammed onto her and left her sprawled out underneath. Her groan was swallowed up by the wrinkly flesh, and barely reached her ears before she was ferried away on a little patch of skin near the base of Martha's big toe. Step after step numbed her body as Martha walked to her room. Natalie was almost passed out when she found herself smothered onto another surface, one no less familiar than the cold tiles she'd been dashed again all this time: the insole of Martha's flats.

Worn though it was, the leather surface was a huge improvement over the bare floor, easing some of the pressure. She couldn't say she was glad to be here and not in Martha's hand or still out on the floor, but she could make do with it, at least. At this point, the grimy imprint of her mother's foot felt almost like a second home to her. The smell was nostalgic, almost comforting, as was the warmth already seeping into the surface and into herself. As recently as two years ago she would have fought it, and tried to make her mother notice her, but she was older now and knew from experience that she was far beneath the older woman's notice.

Hours of numbness awaited Natalie while her mother saw to the chores, sweeping, mopping, scrubbing, and washing. Sometimes she was stuck to Martha's foot, sometimes to her insole, but always to one of the two. When Martha slipped off her shoes, Natalie still lay plastered to the insole, and it took minutes of struggling before she came unglued. Covered in a thin coat of grime, she crawled out of the toe box and into the light.

They were out on the veranda now, she saw. Her mother sat cross-legged on one of the cushioned chairs, a book in one hand and a cold beverage in the other, utterly oblivious to the little bug beneath her. Some small distance away, her bare foot rested on the ground, motionless save for the occasional tap of her toes. As soon a she could stand, Nat got up and jogged towards it, leaping over little cracks on the floorboards and circling around pebbles until she reached her mother's toes. There she jumped on the big toe, a hundred-foot-tall colossus, and clambered up Martha's skin to reach the toenail. Martha might have noticed her then if she glanced down—her daughter's lighter skin and sky-blue dress, specially made to change size with her when she shrank, would have stood out sharply against the deep maroon of her toenail—but her thoughts could not be further from Natalie.

The tiny woman considered climbing up to get her mother's attention, but she dismissed the idea. It wasn't as if that would get her any closer to her normal size, and at this point it probably wasn't worth the effort. She'd learned it was sometimes better to accept her shrinking and try to eke out a bit of comfort in the margins of everyone else's daily lives, and she figured this was one such time. She lay down on her mother's toenail, closed her eyes, and breathed deeply, basking in the morning sunlight that still reached her from under the awning.

It was a quiet time for her, and whatever happened, she took it all in stride. Even the little movements of Martha's toes that were never quite enough to throw her off. The smell of her mother's foot was still a bit sharp, but it softened after a while, and the sun-kissed scent that replaced it was relaxing in a way. She might have fallen asleep, if she hadn't heard her name called just then. “Natalie, is that you?” Her eyes fluttered open in time to see those massive fingers descending towards her. Their fingertips fell on the toenail, then came together to pinch her minute body. Her mother's flesh nearly engulfed her as she was lifted far into the sky, to gaze into a shimmering brown eye whose pupil she could drown in “Really, Natalie? Shrinking again already? Honey, we just went through this five days ago.” Martha shook her head in disappointment, as if Natalie had any control over her shrinking. In all her time researching the topic, Natalie had never heard anything credible saying it was possible, but her mother had cleaved to that belief as if proven fact ever since one of her friends made an offhand comment about it years ago.

More than that, Martha believed that every situation Nat got herself into happened of her will, as if the young woman chose to be stepped on or to end up in her shoes. Finding her daughter napping peacefully on her toenail certainly wouldn't help erase that impression, but then, it was likely that nothing ever would.

Martha sighed. “Well, it is the weekend, so I suppose it's fine. You can stay there if you want.” She bent over and dropped Natalie back on top of her foot. The tiny woman rolled and bounced down the gentle slope until she was caught between a pair of toes. Looking down at her daughter, Martha slowly wiggled her toes, watching how the tiny woman was pushed up and down along her skin. “Actually, I was hoping you could help me pick out some new shoes today... you can still help me at that size, can't you?” She curled her toes around Natalie, and their flesh engulfed her daughter, claiming Nat for her own. She didn't bother waiting for an answer before putting down her book and drink and slipping her shoes back on, leaving Nat in the dark once more.

It was tight in there, tight enough for Martha's toes to keep a firm grip on her without even trying. Nat could hardly move, and everything but her head was entombed between those walls of flesh. Martha went straight to the car, and in a couple minutes they were on their way to the shoe store.

Natalie wouldn't get another whiff of fresh air until some time later, when Martha sat and took off her flats. The older woman splayed her toes to let Natalie fall from them, but the thin layer of sweat and toe grime still held her daughter in place until Martha wiggled her toes together, finally rubbing Nat off her skin.

“Are you wake, Natalie?” Martha watched her tiny daughter struggle to stand, numb all over from being squeezed for hours between her toes. “Good! I have some shoes here to try on and I want you to tell me what you think of them.” She started out with a pair of leather sandals with four criss-crossing straps. Once she had them on, Martha stood with her feet flanking her tiny daughter. The soles of those sandals alone were close to ten times taller than Natalie, who gazed up at the gargantuan constructs and her mother's equally-massive feet, feeling humbled by their immense size, and the speed and power with which they moved. “What do you think? Do I look sexy?” she asked, moving her feet in all manner of ways so Natalie could see them from every angle. Natalie didn't say anything, and Martha wouldn't have heard her if she did, but then, she didn't really care. She just wanted to show off for someone, and that someone being tiny little Nat only made it more fun. “Tell me how it looks from below. Knowing you you'll probably want to see it from that angle very often.” Martha chuckled as she raised her foot over her little daughter, immersing the girl in the shadow of her foot. Natalie braced herself for impact, just in case. Her eyes dutifully followed that sandal as it swayed teasingly from side to side. Finally the sole started falling towards her, but Martha pulled back her foot before she could step on her Natalie, and instead the tip of her sandal came down safely a centimeter in front of the little woman.

“Now that I think about it, you should have a look at them from inside too. I mean, you might be riding in them sometime, so you might as well see how comfortable they are,” Martha said. It wasn't phrased like an order, but Natalie knew to take it for one and went to climb on the sandal. If she didn't, her mom would probably just pick her up and drop her on it anyways.

Martha's toes wiggled slowly as her tiny daughter climbed up the sandal's sole. From Martha's perspective it seemed very smooth, but at Nat's meager size there were enough imperfections on it to make for a manageable climb, if not an easy one as the powerful impact of her mother's wiggling toes overhead made it harder than it had to be. Still, she soon pulled herself up onto the insole, where she was met with yet another toe wiggle that spoke of Martha's amusement at seeing how adorably puny her daughter looked down at her feet.

“So, how is it? Soft enough for you?” Natalie ran her hands over the leathery surface. It was definitely softer than her mother's flats, if only because it hadn't been worn by use yet. “Maybe you need a closer look to decide. Here, let me help you.” Raising her toes and tilting back her foot, Martha sent Natalie rolling down the slope of her insole until she was wedged under the ball of her mother's foot. She set her foot back down then, smothering little Nat underneath. Softer insole or not, the pressure was no less numbing, and Nat lay helplessly under Martha until her mother took off the sandals and ran her sole over the carpeted floor, scraping off the tiny woman.

Natalie had barely recovered when her mother presented her with the next set of footwear, a pair of white ankle strap heels that hardly covered an inch of her skin. “Look, Nat! Now your mom's a real giant!” Martha laughed, towering proudly over the little bug. The shoes added some six inches to her height, further exacerbating the sheer difference in size between mother and daughter. She set her foot down so Natalie stood under the arch, gawking at the 500-foot-tall heel. “Can you imagine climbing these babies? Maybe I should get these so you'll stop getting into my shoes while I'm not looking. Oh, who am I kidding! I'm sure you'll find a way to climb them regardless. But for now, let me give you a lift.” She grabbed her daughter and dropped her on her big toenail, from where Natalie gawked at the top of her mother's foot stretching almost vertically overhead. The tiny woman clung to that toenail as her mom turned her foot from side to side, then followed it out of that heel and into a pair of fuzzy pink sandals.

She followed mom's foot into pumps and stilettos and running shoes, gawked at her massive wedge heels and flip-flops and loafers, until Martha had gone through the whole stack of footwear she had brought with her. Martha left her daughter lying on the floor between her bare feet while she decided on which shoes to buy, casually rocking Natalie's world with every thoughtful tap of her foot. Finally she made her decision and dropped her toes on Natalie, trapping the tiny woman with a curl of her toes to carry her back into her flats.

It was another few hours before Nat was taken out of her prison on the bottom of her mother's second toe. “There you are,” said Martha, peeling her daughter off with a long, maroon nail. “Did you have fun? It's not every day you get to go out at that size. Maybe I should change that, though; that was way more fun than I thought it would be! Are you wondering which shoes I bought? Let me show you!” Martha carried Natalie down, down, down, and dropped the tiny woman on a vaguely familiar surface. It took her a moment to realize she was on the skyscraper-sized white heels from earlier. “Ta-da! Since you like shoes so much, I figured, the more shoe the better, right? And, since you were so well behaved at the store, I figure you can hang out on these as much as you like today—a little reward for my little girl!” Her mother's caramel sole appeared over Nat, giant toes touching down on the insole and sliding forward until they had gained possession of the tiny woman again. After putting on both shoes, Martha stood and took a few steps, admiring how good they looked on her. She couldn't feel her Natalie down there, but she was sure her little bug of a daughter was ecstatic to be smothered under her. What better treat for such an incorrigible foot lover than Martha's own gorgeous soles? She still didn't get her daughter's interest in them, but she supposed it was harmless enough, and if it made her happy, why not help her indulge in it? As long as she could have a little fun with it too, of course.

Martha barely noticed when she stepped on her shrunken daughter. Tiny little Natalie left even less of an impression on her mother's sole and mind than a breadcrumb would have, and Martha forgot all about her as soon as she felt her.

The tiny woman would keep her sole company for hours afterwards, getting smothered underfoot or dashed against the floor over and over again, until Martha, sitting down to watch TV, brought her foot up on her lap and started idly scratching it. Her long, red nails slid over her sole until they found and picked out a tiny little thing. She was about to flick it away, until she recognized that pathetic figure.

“So that's where you've been,” she muttered, watching as her little ant of a daughter slowly stirred in her grip, looking so pitifully dirty and disheveled after all that time underfoot. “You just can't keep away from my soles, can you?” Martha grinned as she rolled the tiny woman between her fingertips, easily smothering her from head to toes. “I might have to start charging you by the hour to stay with them.” For a second Martha considered putting Natalie back on her sole, but when she loosened her grip a little to see Nat's little face again, her eyes flicked down to the cleavage that her low-cut black top left fully exposed.“Or maybe you should spend time with some other part of me, see if you like it any better. I think I have the perfect place for you right here.” When Martha moved Natalie closer to her gargantuan face, red lips parted in a grin that showed off her pearly whites, the tiny woman feared that she was headed for her mom's mouth. She never thought that Martha was about to drop her in a very different place, not until she was already bouncing down the inner faces of those giant breasts. Soon she was wedged at the bottom of that chasm, staring up at that part of the outside world she could see beyond her mother's mountainous E-cups.

Martha's chuckles made her daughter's world quake and sent little Nat a tiny bit deeper into her cleavage. Heavy flesh all but engulfed Natalie. Its warmth suffused her body. She pushed against it, but she was nothing next to those heaving mounds, and all it took was Martha crossing her arms underneath for Natalie to be flattened in between them. “Perfect. Now just stay put while I finish watching my show.” Martha's voice resounded in her cleavage, the vibration utterly dominating her daughter. Nat groaned, but there was nothing she could do. She spent several minutes trapped there, until Martha dropped her arms and let her breasts hang freely again. They separated just enough to let Nat see her immense mother's face above, already back to ignoring her as if she didn't even exist. She tried to wriggle free, but Martha's skin had captured her. It took a long time to extract herself from it, and in the meantime Martha glanced down from time to time, surveying her daughter's struggles with delight and putting a little bounce in her breasts to tease her.

Natalie was blushing the entire time. She would rather be back down under her mom's foot than here with these huge breasts shoved in her face. Even at her normal size, Martha's chest put hers to shame. To see them blown up to such a monstrous size, to find herself so casually dominated by their immense mass, made a total mockery of her as a woman. She wanted nothing more than to escape them.

Once she was no longer wedged in the walls of caramel warmth, Natalie started climbing out of the monstrous cleavage. Martha's skin was almost vertical down there, but that slight stickiness of human skin, so much more noticeable to a tiny thing like Nat, let her continue without much issue. Even when those tits wobbled at Martha's slightest movement, Natalie only had to lie flat against them to ensure she wouldn't fall.

“Enjoying yourself?” Martha asked with a wink and a giggle. It was all Nat could do just to cling to the jiggling flesh and hope she wouldn't fall down. “You've come a long way from when you were stuck between my boobies, haven't you? A whole three inches! It's almost nothing to me, but I'm sure it must feel like a lot to you, isn't that right? I mean, you started so long ago and you still haven't made it to the top. So adorable how you're putting in all that effort for such a little thing. I'm sure you must have really wanted to make it up there. Well, maybe you'll get your chance later, but now my show's over and it's time for some errands. Of course, you can come along with me too. I just need to leave you somewhere safe.

Everything jiggled as Martha's hand came to rest on her boob, and still more when an outstretched finger slid down the rounded slope of that breast to fall on Nat. A little pressure was all Martha needed to collect her daughter onto her fingertip. She held Nat to her eye, and found the tiny woman all splayed out on that wrinkly, grooved skin. Martha gave her a kiss, smothering Natalie against her lip, then tugged at her top and her bra and swiped her daughter off inside.

Her bra and shirt fell back into place, holding Natalie to her mom's tit. The tiny woman tried to see how much she could move, but as she did, the flesh stirred and pushed against her, pinning her down even more forcefully—Martha's nipple growing embarrassingly erect.

“Mmmm,” the older woman muttered as she groped herself.  Nat was usually too small to be felt at this size, but here on one of Martha's sensitive points her tiny movements felt delightfully ticklish. Martha tweaked her nipple, teasing it to its maximum size. “There we go,” she chuckled. “Now you'll be staying put for sure.” Her breasts heaved as she stood. They bounced as she walked, transmitted to her every one of Martha's movements, making her a victim of each. It all kept her rubbing against Martha's nipple, and kept that nipple firm and erect, its pressure effortlessly dominating her. All she could do was contemplate her own insignificance next to her mother's magnificent mammaries, feeling like nothing but a mole on Martha's boob.

It took a long time for that nipple to shrink and soften again. Natalie found that she could move a little bit once that pressure on her was eased, and she tried to at least crawl away from Martha's nipple, but it hardened again when she moved too quick. After waiting for it to shrink back, she made it out by going slowly, and stopped when she was safely past her mom's areola.

It wasn't much longer before Martha returned home after her shopping. Once she'd put everything away, she went to her room where she took off both top and bra to find Natalie clinging to the upper slope of her boob. She giggled. “Having a good nap? Come here, I have something to show you.” She collected Nat with her fingertips, and after a short trip, Nat found herself dropped on a hard, metallic surface. Before she could get a handle on what was happening, Martha's finger push a cage door down above her until it clicked, shutting her in this tight metal cage, barely big enough for a single shrinker.

Martha pulled up the silver chain from which hung her daughter's cage, peering in at Natalie as the tiny woman swung to and fro before her eyes. The bottom of it was a solid disk of metal, and the back of it was closed off too. The front side was a curved door of metal bars, too densely packed for anything more than an arm to fit through them. Natalie gripped those bars to keep her balance as her cage swung from its chain, and peered out in terror at her mother's amused eyes. “A perfect fit.” Martha held the cage between her fingers, turning it all around to admire the workmanship. “Now let's see how it looks on me.” Martha put on the necklace, lowering Nat's cage down into her cleavage, where it settled against her sternum in the depths between those breasts. Natalie looked out from those depths, seeing the mirror appear in the distance beyond those breasts, and her mother's reflection with it. It was the cleavage Natalie stared at in that reflection. At this distance she couldn't even see herself in there. Never before in all the times she'd shrunk had she felt so much like an insignificant nothing than she did right then. Natalie tried to push the door open when Martha released it, but the clasp was shut too tight; she was trapped.

But Martha couldn't care less about what her daughter was feeling. “You look dazzling on me, honey!” She raised her hands to where the chain hung on her collarbones, gently adjusting it until she was satisfied. “I think I'll go topless so I can look at you whenever I want. You don't mind, do you, Nat?” She didn't bother listening for an answer before going turning around and going for a walk around the house, staring all the while at her little ant of a daughter hanging between her breasts. She hadn't felt this excited in ages; she had never felt this powerful before and she was loving it! She had definitely made the right choice buying this necklace. If only she'd know sooner how much fun she could be having with Nat when she shrank, she wouldn't have spent so much time ignoring the tiny thing.

Martha rocked her torso from side to side, delighting in every impact of that little cage against her breasts. She held her tits and squeezed them together, their flesh bulging against the metal bars. She put on old hits and danced like she was a teen again, breasts swinging almost as wildly as her arms. Soon the bottle of wine she'd brought back was out and uncorked, glugging its contents into a tall, rounded cup.

Sweet red drops fell from her chin as she was chugging down the second cupful, and dripped down to her chest, flowing down her cleavage and onto Nat's cage. It soaked the shrinker's clothes, and made her woozy with the smell of alcohol. “Whoops!” Martha giggled afterwards. “Sorry about that. Let me clean you right up.” Natalie's cage was suddenly pulled upwards, and as it spun around the shrinker found herself level with her mother's face. Martha's cheeks were flush already, and when she opened her mouth, her breath was heavy with the smell of wine. The alcohol made Natalie dizzy again, and she didn't quite understand why her mother's mouth seemed to be growing bigger and bigger, not until she was lowered into Martha's maw.

Her mother's tongue took the little cage and started playing with it at once. Spit covered the cage, and oozed between the bars to reach Natalie sitting at the bottom. Even knowing she was safe inside her cage, Nat was terrified by the ease with which Martha's tongue handled her cage, and by the loud, sloppy noises of it sloshing around in her mouth. Her mom wouldn't eat her, she knew, but how could she feel safe while at the mercy of this monstrous tongue, or while those horrible teeth outside clinked against her cage? She was so relieved when she was finally pulled out again, even if only to be pressed against Martha's nipple.

“Mmmph!” Martha moaned as she rubbed the tiny cage into her nipple. “So nice. Isn't this nice, dear? I haven't felt this close to you in a long time. Do you like being this close to mother? Ha-ha! I'm so happy I bought this necklace for us! Now you can be with me wherever I go, and you don't even need to be under my foot for it. But maybe you miss my feet? He-he! Well, I can help you with that too!” Martha plodded to the couch, where she bluntly dropped her ass on the cushion, giggling as she held the cage and necklace in her fist. When she opened her hand, she unclasped the cage from the necklace, holding the clasp between her fingernails and giving it a little shake, laughing as it jostled her puny daughter. Then she lowered the cage and dropped it on the floor. It landed on its base before falling back, rolling twice and coming to a halt in a little nook between two floor tiles. Her mother was almost all that Natalie could see looking out of there, even before Martha brought her meaty, wrinkly soles over the tiny woman. Toes wiggled and soles scrunched overhead, showing off incredible power. Big toes nudged her cage around with ease, sending it rolling this way and that, or fell on it to hold it still, flesh covering the door to Nat's cage. Then those toes seized her, and smothered her nonstop.

For a while, Nat knew nothing save her mother's feet and her voice somewhere far away. She could hear Martha giggling over her, and sighing from time to time. Then came the moans, becoming more and more frequent, her breathing louder and more intent. It sounded like she was...

Natalie flushed all over, and shivered at the thought that her mother could be using her like this. Even being drunk was be no excuse! She could have been mistaken, but what other explanation was there for these sounds? When Martha finished and picked her out, the smell of those giant fingers further confirmed what Nat had already known. The tiny woman was given a kiss, then clumsily clasped back onto Martha's necklace. For the rest of the evening, Martha was content to lounge in the living room, watching her shows and occasionally playing with Natalie's cage, just nudging it with a nail or flicking it back and forth, amused just to see how easy it was to toy with Natalie at that size, softly chuckling at the sight of that little creature lying behind those bars.

All that time, Natalie tried her best to open her cage. She knew she should have grown back already since she'd shrunk so early today, but the cage was stopping her—a shrinker could never grow back if they lacked the room for it. She couldn't even make it budge, though, and if she'd made any progress at all, it was surely all undone when Martha gripped the cage again to unclasp it from the necklace before bed. Martha dropped the tiny thing in her navel when she went to sleep, bidding her daughter good night. Natalie spent another two hours trying to break free, but eventually exhaustion ended her efforts, and she fell into an uneasy sleep, cradled in the belly of her godly mother.

Natalie never could explain just how Emi had roped her into such a hare-brained idea. Oh, she remembered all of Emi's arguments just fine. Some of them were even valid. Much as Nat was loath to admit it, for instance, she really needed the cash. The government gave her some, on account of her disability, but all of it went into paying for her college course. She couldn't get a normal job with her condition, either. She'd been thinking about becoming a content creator, maybe a streamer or a voice actor or something, and had enrolled in the video production course thinking it would help, but she still had no clue what she wanted to make.

Emi's idea wasn't too far off from what Nat thought she might do once she graduated. They'd be recording some videos and posting them online. Emi would film them, then Nat would edit the footage and Emi would upload the video and spread it around. With any luck it would bring in a decent stream of cash they would split 50/50, and give them both valuable experience to boot. Problem was what they'd be filming: fetish videos starring a shrunken Natalie.

“Videos with real shrinkers are in high demand, we could probably sell them for a hundred bucks a pop once we're an established name!”

Nat didn't dare ask how and why Emi would know such a thing, though she had her suspicions. She couldn't think of anything more demeaning, either. Bad enough having to put up with her mother's casual abuse whenever she shrank in her presence—having something like that filmed and uploaded for everyone to see would kill her.

“Hey, chill! Nothing bad has to happen to you. We can film you just walking around and people will eat it up!”

How would they even manage, anyways? Nat's shrinking was unpredictable; every new case could come anywhere between six to twelve days after the last one, completely at random.

“I read a paper online that said a certain sequence of ultrasonic frequencies can trigger a shrinker's condition at will. I can probably cook up some way to create those frequencies. And, hey! If it works, we can trigger it Sundays and make it so you never shrink at school again! How's that for an upside?” That sounded convenient, no doubt about it, but did it make up for the embarrassment of starring in fetish porn? Either way, when Emi came over to pick her up that Sunday, Natalie hopped in her car at once, anxious to see whether or not it would work. That someone could trigger her shrinking any time they chose didn't sit right with her at all, but if it could help her avoid shrinking with her mom around, it might be worth messing with.

Of late, Martha had acquired something of a knack for finding Natalie whenever she shrank, and a passion for toying with her shrunken daughter whenever the chance presented itself. It didn't help that she still thought Natalie only ever shrank on purpose to be tiny around her, and that Natalie didn't have the courage to correct that idea when she was so dependent on her mom for everything—yet another reason why she needed to start making money as soon as possible. She could put up with it longer if she had to, but why not see if there was a way of getting out of it?

“So, like, have you thought about what kinda videos you wanna do?”

Natalie blinked and turned away from her thoughts, away from the window, towards Emi, sitting behind the wheel. “What kind?”

“Yeah, y'know. Didn't you check any of the links I sent you? There's different genres of this stuff, I figured you could pick whatever you're most comfortable filming.” “What do you mean? How are there different genres?”

“Well, y'know, in some vids the giant is gentle, in other's she's cruel, and in others she's unaware. All acting, of course. And you also have to consider what body part it focuses on. Like, it can focus on boobs, ass, mouth, feet, armpits, or other uh, spicier places, if that's what you're into. Don't have to do anything you don't want! So, what do you think?” Nat sighed. All of that stuff sounded utterly disgusting or embarrassing, but if she had to pick one... “How clean are your feet?”

“I'll make them as clean or as dirty as you want!” Emi glanced at Nat. “That's your choice, then? Feet're really popular. We can definitely make big bucks with just foot stuff. And you can branch out from there at your own pace, if you want to.” “Whatever. This is just a test run anyways. If that thing doesn't shrink me then it's all moot.”

“Eh, I'm sure we could figure something out even if it doesn't work! No reason to give up on it so soon. We'd can just, like, bring you over straight away after class when you shrink, or you can have your mom call me and I'll pick you up when it happens.” Emi kept talking after that, but Nat tuned it all out until they pulled up at Emi's apartment.  She'd been living there alone since she started college. Not that she was from out of town or anything, but her parents had decided that living alone would help her develop her responsibility, so they'd been renting this place for her. Sounded counterproductive to Nat, but then, what did she know about raising a child?

Today the place was cleaner, yet messier, than usual. The slight bit of dust that had covered everything on every prior visit had been taken care of, but there were all manner of cardboard boxes, small plastic bags, and other miscellaneous rubbish littering the floor of what had one been the living room and had since become some sort of rudimentary film studio, with a small light stand, a couple cameras, a microphone, a computer, a computer that was hooked up to the TV, a pair of speakers connected to the computer, and a board painted neon green propped up against the back wall. The wires all added to the mess on the floor, and Nat thought Emi would come crashing down when her foot got snagged on one for a moment.

“Sorry 'bout the mess, just set all the equipment up this morning. Probably a better way to do it, but hey, we'll figure it out as we go!” Emi said, grabbing a box and stuffing some litter inside before lobbing it at the corner of the room, with the other boxes following after. “There's snacks in the kitchen if you want anything before the test. Gonna need a minute to get the program ready so do whatever you gotta do now.” Nat headed to the kitchen for a drink. There were beers in the fridge, courtesy of Emi's older brother, but being shrunk while drunk sounded like the worst thing ever so she pulled out the big bottle of coke and cracked it open, taking a few direct swigs before stuffing it back inside and grabbing a slice of store-bought banana bread. Once finished, she went to the bathroom and spent a few minutes washing up.

Emi still wasn't ready by the time she was out. A problem with the speakers, she said. Nat spent half an hour helping to troubleshoot them, but neither of them had any clue what they'd done to get them working again.

“Okay, let's do this before they break again. Just stand here and I'll run the program.” Nat moved to where Emi motioned. Her nerves fired up when Emi pointed the speakers towards her. Maybe it'd be best to call the whole thing off. But how could she do that after Emi had gone to so much trouble? “You ready, Nat?” Nat wasn't sure whether she meant to say yes or no, but the only sound that came out was a croak. Emi must have taken it as a yes, especially after Nat's head jerked down for a split second. “Right! Here goes, then.” Natalie's gut clenched when Emi clicked the button, expecting to shrink on the spot, but nothing happened. Well, not quite. There was an annoying sort of ringing in her ears that made her queasy, but other than that, nothing. “Is... is that it?” She shuffled nervously, and looked at the speakers like they might come alive and bite her.

“Give it a bit, it may need a few cycles to take effect.”

“Cycles? Emi, at this rate I can't handle more than a few seconds of this,” Nat thought, but while she was looking for the right time to say so, her queasiness just... blew away. In her relief, Natalie didn't even notice that anything else had happened until she heard Emi cheering.

“Ha! First fucking try! Am I a genius or what!”

Sure enough, Nat was shrinking; slowly at first, then faster, and slowing again as she neared her final size, a thousandth of her normal height. You'd think with how many hundreds of times she'd been through this that Nat would know how to take it in stride, but the shrinking unsettled her as it always did, and all the more so with Emi in the room. It was bad enough to see a room become an alien landscape, but much worse to see someone she knew, a woman one year her junior and five inches shorter, become an earth-shaking goddess.

Natalie's heart raced as petite Emi Takagawa walked over. Her face caught Nat's attention first, with those beaming brown eyes and that wide pearly grin that seemed to bode ill for her, but after the first couple steps it was her feet that drew Natalie's eyes—thin bare feet slapping the hard tiled floor with all the might of a mountain behind them, shaking everything so that Nat struggled to keep her footing and swinging at speeds that nature should not have permitted. BOOM, BOOM! Her last two steps brought her feet mere inches away from Natalie, and rattled her so she fell on her hands and knees.

Emi reached down and pressed a finger onto Nat. The tiny woman all but disappeared under her fingertip, but Emi could feel her still. When she raised her hand, Nat was stuck to her skin, and Emi had to help nudge her free before she could fall on her open palm. “Hey! You okay there? How are you feeling? Anything different from how your shrinking usually goes?” Natalie flinched at every syllable her friend spoke, and quickly shook her head no. Then Emi brought her right up to her eyes for a better look.

It always amused her to see just how small Natalie got. Why, even holding her hand as flat as she could, still the ups and downs of her palm flesh were deeper than Natalie was tall. The tiny creature could have fit in a grain of rice, with room to spare for several more of her. Amazing to think that a whole human being could fit in such a tiny package. Then gain, didn't they start out as something even smaller?

Nat bore her friend's examination with as much dignity as she could muster: not much. Dignity had never been her forté, much less at this size where a mere blink of Emi's eyes could make her jump. And how unsettling it was to be looked over by an eyeball bigger than her entire house. At least it was better than how her mom treated her, she supposed, and probably the best she could hope for short of being left alone.

Emi's finger appeared overhead, making her flinch, but it stopped short of squishing her again. Such a cute reaction! Emi had considered asking Nat to take acting classes for their videos, but if she could react this naturally to everything, that wouldn't be needed. A shame she hadn't thought to record that moment.

“Right then, lemme set up the cameras real quick.” She closed her hand over Nat, and felt her end up caught in the folds of her palm flesh. It made her smile to feel her squirming in there, but she eased her grip enough to let Nat climb out before setting grabbing the cameras. The first she set on the floor, pointing to the foot of the couch. After hitting record and making sure they were both working, she sat down and adjusted the focus to make sure it caught her feet perfectly, then grabbed the second, lighter one and aimed it at her hand with maximum zoom. When she uncurled her fingers, it caught a perfect shot of Natalie sitting up in a tiny depression and blinking her eyes at the sudden influx of light.

“Okay, Nat, we're recording now. Anything you wanna say to the viewers at home?”

“Viewers? W-wait! I never agreed to...”

“Ha ha! Relax, I'm joking!” Emi said. Not that she could hear Natalie, but the girl's face was an open book. “This is just to see how well the cameras can pick you up, and to give you an idea of how these videos would go. Anyway, I'm gonna put you down now so be ready.” Lowering her hand to the floor, she turned it over and sent Natalie rolling off her palm, then straightened up and slid her feet forward until her big toes sat flanking the tiny woman.

The footage from other camera was incredible. Emi salivated at the sight on her toes filling up half the screen, yellow nails glistening under the fluorescent light, while tiny Natalie stood between them, just a poor, frightened woman caught between those brutish giants. She tapped one toe, then the other, and watched Natalie turn to each in turn. Even though her back was turned to her camera, her stance and her movements conveyed her emotions perfectly.

“You said you wanted something to do with feet, but I never asked if you wanted it cruel or gentle.” Emi raised her toe and held it over the tiny woman, savoring every second of footage footage all the while. “Guess you can tell me now: would you rather I crush you sadistically, or smother you lovingly because you can't get enough of my cute toes?” Slowly she lowered her toe. Natalie first backed away from it, then turned to run. What a shot that was! A helpless woman running across a shadowy field, utterly dwarfed by the enormous digit that threatened to crush her. The camera had just enough resolution to pick up the sheer desperation on her face. Emi already knew she'd be watching this footage on loop all week long. Even if Natalie changed her mind about doing videos with her, this alone already justified all the time and effort Emi had sank into this project.

It would have been the perfect way to end this scene to step on Nat now and grind her down beneath her toe—too perfect to resist, almost. Instead, Emi splayed her toes and lowered them so Natalie stood between them. “Sorry, Nat, you're just too easy to tease! Of course I'm not gonna step on you! What kind of a friend so you think I am? In fact, I'm not gonna do anything to you at all. You're gonna be the one doing everything, and all you have to do is climb on my toes. Call it practice for any unaware scenarios; you'll be doing a lot of climbing in those!” Natalie glared at the camera. Was she upset over that little prank? Well, they could talk it over later, when she was big enough to hear.“What? Don't wanna do any climbing? Or maybe you wanted me to squish you? I didn't know you were into that stuff! Just stand still and I'll know that's what you want.” She smiled and waited for Nat's choice. Unsurprisingly, the little flea scurried straight to Emi's toe, disappearing under its curvature once she was close enough. Still visible on the video feed, though.

Emi kept track of Natalie's struggles to climb her toe until she stood on the bright yellow nail and looked to Emi. “Am I done yet?” her face seemed to ask.

A little twitch of that toe made Natalie lose her footing and tumble down its side, into the little cleft between nail and toe-flesh. “Oops! Sorry! Guess I don't know my own strength! Anyways, since you're up there already, why don't you, like, walk around and stuff? I want to see how well I can track you with the hand cam.” Natalie climbed back onto her nail and directed another adorable scowl at the camera before going on to explore all of Emi's foot. The urge to mess with the tiny bug was unreal, but Emi didn't want to make her too upset. She satisfied herself with the odd twitch of her foot knocking Natalie off-balance, making her stumble, fall, even roll down her foot a ways before picking herself back up. The camera captured it all as well as could be hoped. Emi especially loved how perfectly the footage showed Natalie's growing resignation. When, some time later, she stretched out her legs and forced Nat to cling to her foot, the tiny woman didn't even frown at her, and she obediently crawled up to stand between Emi's towering toes.

Like a bug before a goddess, Nat could only obey the whims of that superior being. Emi saw it on her face, too. She'd thought that after this foot climbing they could chill in her room and watch anime or something, but if Natalie wasn't about to object, why not have a little more fun with her? The shrinking wouldn't wear off until evening, after all, and there was still so much of her body for the cutie to explore.