Mark and Jenny had already been awake for an hour when the sun arose Saturday morning, but neither of them had moved so much as an inch. They had spent almost all of Friday under Lisa's feet, trampled and smothered under her godly soles, without the least care or compassion from she who had been their wife and mother. All those hours under her soles had plastered them to her sweaty skin, whose dried-up grime glued them to her sole even now. It wasn't their first time waking up in this position, so they knew from the start that it was pointless to try and break free. Her sole owned their puny bodies, forcing them to stretch along with her skin, or swallowing them up in its wrinkles if she scrunched her foot. All they could do was lie there, soaking in Lisa's warmth, breathing in her powerful smell, lapping up the sweat which welled up around their mouths, until Lisa awoke and lazily rolled out of bed, stomping their puny bodies flat.

She didn't notice the shrinkers suffering under her sole, nor did she remember them until she'd had her breakfast and her morning coffee, when she rubbed her sole against her other foot and felt something rolling between them.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forget about you tiny bugs again?” she asked, peering down to grin at her husband and daughter groaning in the shadow of her feet. “You know, for once I'm glad I remembered you two. Do you know why that is? I'll tell you, after I'm done eating. For now...” Her foot slammed down in front of the two insects, blowing them back a couple inches; when they stopped, they stared at the massive toes before them, any one of which could easily overpower father and daughter. “Clean them. Now,” said Lisa, “But don't eat the toe jam today. I'll have some real food for you later.”

Mark and Jenny couldn't believe it. They hadn't had real food to eat in days, only the grime and sweat off Lisa's feet. They were so happy they could cry, and they hurried to clean Lisa's toes as thanks for her merciful gift. They weren't quite finished when Lisa curled her toes around them, holding them in place while she went to grab her phone.

When she finally released them, Mark and Jenny found themselves on the living room floor, with Lisa's foot before them and her phone above. “Alright, you bugs, time to get to work. You two have been leeching off of me for way too long, so it's time you made me some money. We're going to record a video and sell them on the internet for cash. That money's for your medicine, by the way, so if it doesn't make enough, I'll just stop buying it. Better give me some good acting if you don't want to shrink away to nothing under my foot.”

The shrinkers had known this was coming ever since they overheard Lisa's conversation with her coworker the other day, but it still horrified them that she would do a thing like that. What choice did they have but to go along with it, though?

Lisa took a moment to remember the script she'd planned out in her head before speaking again. “What do I have here? Two tiny bugs who snuck into my home?” Her speech was stilted. It was clear she'd never done any acting before, but for a first attempt it was good enough. Besides, her voice wasn't the star of the video—it was her feet that people wanted, and the two pathetic shrinkers cowering on front of them.

Mark and Jenny didn't know what she expected of them, but their natural reaction when she tapped her foot was good enough. The way they winced at the impact of her titanic foot and huddled together for comfort was just the sort of thing that people liked to see.

“Do you know what happens to bugs like you when they come into a woman's home?” Lisa raised her foot over them, and moved her phone to capture the scene from the side. “They get crushed.” Bam! She slammed her foot onto the little shrinkers and twisted it on the floor, grinding them both down under its enormous weight. Then she turned her foot aside and moved the phone close to her sole. “Did I kill them?” she asked, and scrunched her sole for the camera. Then she stretched a hand towards her foot. “They're so tiny. Smaller than my fingertips.” In fact, as she showed off for the camera, a single fingertip was able to smother both shrinkers at once.

“I think I feel them moving down there. So they're still alive?” Her finger swept them both off her sole, and held them up to the lens, which took a moment to focus on the two minuscule bodies, all dirty and grimy with long, matted hair. Lisa then lowered her thumb on them and started to roll them around with a forced giggle. “So weak, and... pathetic. I almost feel sorry for you tiny insects. Maybe I won't kill you after all.” She dropped them on the floor again, then reached aside fro something else she'd brought. “Are you hungry? Is that why you came in here? Want some food? Here. A piece of bread.”

The shrinkers saw her holding it over their heads, a tiny bread crumb that was still big enough to feed them both. It was probably stale by now, but still it made their mouths water. They raised their hands to grab it as Lisa brought it closer, but just when it was nearly in their grasp, Lisa pulled it back up. “Not so fast! Beg for it, like good little bugs. That's right. Down on your knees and kiss the ground.”

“Please,” they shouted at their mom and daughter—at their cruel and callous master—knees on the ground and hands clasped together.

Their display became more desperate and pathetic until Lisa decided that was enough for the video and dropped the bread crumb, right between her toes. “Alright, you earned your meal. Go on, eat it.” Her toes crushed the bread crumb, and left it plastered on their skin, forcing the shrinkers to crawl between her toes and eat their meal off her toes. Even then it was such an improvement on the toe jam they'd been forced to eat for the past days that they started crying in gratitude, and it was all recorded on Lisa's phone. “That's right. Eat that slop, you worthless bugs. That's all you're fit to eat. You better be grateful, or you're not getting anything more from me.”

Originally, Lisa planned to end the video after that, but seeing those two bugs so happy with their meal made her inspired. She waited for them to finish eating, then when Mark and Jenny started kissing her toes, Lisa pulled these back and then flicked the bugs away, cackling at the hurt on their faces. “Let's get something clear,” she said, moving both her feet around the shrinkers, showing off how amazingly huge her feet were compared to those pests. “You two ants are fucking nothing to me. You think you're safe just because I didn't crush you? I could swallow you both alive and it wouldn't even be good for a snack. I could flush you down the drain or dump you in the trash and let the garbage truck take care of you. You know what that makes me? Your fucking Goddess.” Lisa moved her feet closer together, leaving only a tiny sliver of a window to her puny family.

“Oh, you're scared? Good. You ants had better learn where you stand. Your pathetic lives belong to me. No scratch that; they belong to my feet! My feet are your new gods, and you'll spend the rest of your lives worshipping them! Even when you shrink so small that I can't see you anymore, you'll still worship me and my feet. Better get used to it and start now, if you want to keep your lives that is.”

Lisa's speech wasn't stilted in the least now. She sounded like she meant every word she spoke, especially to the little shrinkers for whom her voice was such a potent rumble. For all of Lisa's cruelty, they had never felt their lives in danger with her until this moment, and together they threw themselves desperately at her feet, kissing and licking and fervently worshipping the great walls of flesh.

Lisa zoomed in on them both, holding the camera steady with both hands to capture every detail of their desperation. “Good, good. Now, admit that you're dirt.”

“We're dirt! We're dirt!” they declared together, before returning to their worship.

“Say I'm your Goddess. Say that you'll worship me forever. Say you'll obey everything I say.” They meekly repeated every word, trembling as they pledged their whole lives to the older woman's foot. “That's right. You're my slaves now, for as long as you do a good job, and if you ever fail, your Goddess will end your puny lives.” Lisa pressed her feet together, catching both shrinkers between her soles, and held that shot for a few seconds before ending the recording.

She didn't know if the video would make her any money, but Lisa had to admit she enjoyed filming it. A lot. So much so that she couldn't keep going. She was more excited than she'd been in days, and as soon as she stopped filming she grabbed her shrunken family and hurried to her room, where she dumped them on the bed and stripped off all her clothes while they watched, finally standing over the pair in her colossal naked body, one hand tweaking her nipples while the other thrust inside herself. “Fucking pests,” she muttered as she looked down on them both, bumping the mattress with her knee and knocking them both back. The power she felt as she watched those pathetic “people” struggle to deal with her climbing on the bed did more to arouse her than any work her hands did.

Lisa sat down, legs spread apart, presenting her pussy to the two human bugs on the bed. “There's only one thing you bugs are good for. Come here and worship your Goddess.” The look on Lisa's face, the musty and powerful smell of her pussy, the sight of her towering body, scared and overwhelmed Mark and Lisa. Though they knew there was no hope of escape, still their panic made them turn and flee, running and stumbling across the bed.

Lisa laughed. “Trying to run away? You're lucky that makes this more fun, or I'd eat you for disobeying.” She reached for the pair with her hand, and swiped them both onto her cum-covered fingers, lifting both up to her enormous eye. Even now they fought to escape, but her sticky cum prevailed over their pathetically weak arms and legs. She didn't even feel them fighting to escape as she pulled them both towards her pussy. 

The two shrinkers were dragged inside by her fingers, and pressed hard to the smooth walls of her pussy. They were powerless against Lisa, but still strained their puny bodies against the living mountain. “That's right! Squirm for your Goddess!” Lisa moaned, and in their desperation, Mark and Jenny blindly obeyed in the hopes it would get them out sooner. They put every ounce of their strength into pleasuring their wife and mother, even as they slowly suffocated inside her.

Lisa came before long, and when she pulled out of herself, she found Mark and Jenny there on her fingers, looking absolutely miserable as they gasped for air. She was glad they hadn't died inside her—she wouldn't be a Goddess if she had no bugs to rule over. With that thought she swiped them both off on her pussy lips, and pulled her panties back up so they could worship her all day long.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The ground shook with Miranda Lawson's steps. Cars and buildings rattled and often crunched under her boots while all around her the screams of the frightened masses rose up to meet her ears. Most were humans, but here and there an Asari, Turian, Salarian, or some other species was seen among the crowds, adding a dash of alien color to the scene. The terror of all those lesser beings fueled Miranda's powerlust, made her feel more and more like a god among men.

How or why she had ended up some twenty stories tall was beyond her knowledge, but she had stopped caring and accepted this blessing soon after her knees stood taller than any human. Her past problems and worries felt so insignificant from these heights, like all those people running in fear from her dominant presence. Miranda laughed as she strode after them, swaying her hips and boasting her perfect, giant body to all onlookers. Crash! Her hip bumped into the building on her right, a tower just a little taller than Miranda for now, and left a huge crater on its side. A glance at it showed her dozens of people behind the many broken windows, all tripping over each other to flee.

“Where do you think you're going?” she called after them and reached into the building. Her hand effortlessly pushed aside tables and chairs and even broke through the wall to snatch a middle-aged man lagging behind the others. Firmly holding him in her hand, she pulled him out to watch him squirming in her grip. It was so good to feel his desperate scrabbling against her fingers, trying to escape her grip even if it meant falling to the ground a hundred feet below. He must have put his whole body into it, yet he couldn't even budge a single finger.

“Do me a favor, will you? Make sure you keep squirming like this all the way down.” The man had no clue what she meant, not until she opened her mouth wide and tossed him inside. Though fought against her tongue, it was all in vain, and she quickly swallowed him whole. Just as she asked, he wriggled and squirmed all the way down her throat; Miranda could even feel him squirming in her stomach while she moaned in delight. “Quit your crying,” she laughed. “You'll have company soon enough.”

Miranda turned to the building behind her, where people watched her in horror, and reached inside for another snack, easily shattering the glass with her fingers. “Ouch!” Before she could grab anyone, Miranda felt a painful stinging on her butt and thigh. She turned in annoyance towards it, ready to crush whoever had done that, until she saw... “Shepard?”

It was him, alright. He stood alone in the middle of the street, with an assault rifle in hand and aiming right at her. “You shot me!?” Miranda couldn't believe it.

“I had to,” Shepard said. “Miranda, this is insane! You just ate a man!I don't know what happened to make you like this, but it has to stop, one way or another. Stop destroying this place! Stop killing people!”

“Why, you... you...!” Miranda walked towards Shepard, fists clenched at her sides, while he retreated and peppered her legs with bullets. “I was going to spare, you Shepard! You and the rest of the Normandy. I thought you would accept me as I am now. Guess I was wrong. Well, if you insist on trying to stop me, you leave me no choice but to take you out.”

Shepard held his ground and peppered her with fire. He told her that reinforcements were already coming, that they would try to kill her if she didn't stop this rampage. Maybe it was true, or maybe not; Miranda didn't care either way. She felt invincible, and fully believed she could handle anyone or anything that tried to stop her, starting with this backstabbing rat.

Only took a few seconds for Miranda to stand one step away from Shepard. He was running now—the great Commander Shepard reduced to scurrying like a bug away from little old Miranda Lawson. She laughed, and swiped him off the ground, dangling him high off the ground with just two fingers. “I think I'm going to make this last. You'll have plenty of time to regret ever crossing me, Shepard.”

He saw her mouth open wide, showing off twin rows of flawless teeth, and a tongue the size of three krogan put together. That tongue received him as she carried him inside, and pressed him hard to the roof of her mouth. It was as strong as three krogan, too, easily smothering all his struggles, leaving him almost unable to move. Her saliva coated his body, almost getting in his nose at times, and made it hard to breathe even before her tongue started pushing him around.

“Mmmm!” Miranda moaned as she savored Shepard, smiling at his pitiful weakness. Despite all the danger he had lived through, Shepard was more frightened now than ever before. When Miranda's tongue stopped moving, he shouted at her from inside that dark cave, called on her to remember her humanity and show some mercy, even as he tried in vain to pry her jaws.

His words never even reached Miranda. After a minute she decided that was enough playing around, and so she took him up on her tongue again swallowed. Her tongue pushed him up and back, and soon he was sliding down her esophagus, carried slowly lower by the peristalsis, until he finally passed through to her stomach.

 Miranda sighed and rubbed her stomach, sloshing around the two men inside her. “It's a shame it had to end this way, Shepard. In a moment I'll continue my rampage and you'll have died for nothing. But you should look on the bright side while you're still around: soon you'll become a part of something far bigger and better than you could ever be.”

Tumbling dice. Roulette wheels. The frustrated voices of two dozen people. And, more rarely, the cheer of a winner. The sounds of the Cashino reached Reimu's ears if not her thoughts as she stared at the spinning slots just to see them stop on another mismatched trio of symbols. The machine beeped a depressing tone, and stoically withstood a blow from her fist.

Another loss. How many in a row was that? Ten? One more go, that's what she needed. She was due a good spin to make up some of what she'd lost. She reached in her pouch for another coin, and froze when her fingers met nothing but cloth. Huh? She knew the pouch was way lighter than when she'd come in, but empty? No, it couldn't be. Not so soon. She'd only been here for... how long was it? She stood up on legs far more leaden than a few minutes could make them, and thought back to her time with this machine.

The first few pulls had been something to pass the time while she waited for Marisa to wrap up her poker game. The coins she'd used hadn't even been her own—Marisa gave them to her and then waved her to the slots to stop her nagging—but they still yielded a profit by the third pull, tripling what Marisa gave her. Her winnings weighed in her hand, so Reimu had slipped them in the pouch that held her own money and kept gambling. She lost a bunch, won on occasion, but on average the pouch had kept getting lighter. There must have come a point when she was down to what she started with, but that moment missed her, and she went on to slip her own money down the machine's insatiable gullet, hoping for the jackpot that seemed so tantalizingly close. And now it was all gone.

“Rough luck today, huh?” Reimu whipped around to face the speaker. A blue, wide-brimmed hat. Long brown hair. Big triangular sunglasses. A cigar loosing smoke into the air. And a loathsome, greedy grin. She was Kakkoi, a recent and troublesome arrival to Gensokyo, and the owner of the Cashino. Reimu grimaced knowing she had just made this woman a couple thousand yen richer.

Kakkoi took a long puff of her stogie. “I've been watching you for a while. Would've said hi but you looked like you didn't want anyone interrupting you. Like damn bitch, you were almost slobbering all over that knob. Handling that lever like a pro. If there was any guys in a ten mile radius of Gensokyo they'd be wishing they were that machine.”

“Do you have something to say, or did you come over just to drop innuendos?” Reimu snapped.

“I'm getting to it! So I was watching you throw your money away and feeling real sorry for you. Big ol' teardrops going down my cheek. Surprised you didn't hear them splashing or anything. It was so sad 'cause I know you have money problems and a gambling addiction's only gonna make it worse, 'specially since you suck at it. And then I think to myself: hey, I got money! I could help with your problem! So here I am, the knight in shiny fucking armor gonna save the damsel in distress.” Kakkoi slipped a hand over Reimu's shoulders, and led the miko towards her office. Reimu went along with it. What choice did she have? That money had been meant to cover her expenses; she had to get it back somehow, and it wouldn't hurt to at least listen to whatever offer Kakkoi had for her.

“Course, I never do nothing for free. Not a good business strategy. So here's what I came up with: you and I are gonna play some rounds of a game. Win and you get some money back. Lose and I get something of yours.”

“Something of mine?” The door shut behind them after they entered Kakkoi's office, pushed by a big black-winged woman with a nuclear cannon for an arm. Utsuho was once a pet of the Komeiji household, but after an incident with Satori she had been kicked out and taken on as Kakkoi's hired muscle. Her presence made Reimu wary, but she doubted that Kakkoi meant to use it today.

“I know what you're gonna say. 'But I lost all my cash like a chump! What could I possibly' blah blah blah. Let's make this quick: you're gonna be betting your size. A hundred yen for one inch. You lose, you shrink, and I get bigger.”

“Can you do that? I thought you were a normal human.”

“Ain't never been nothing normal about me, bitch! I'm a goddamn beast and don't you forget it! You really thought with all that magic bullshit floating around Gensokyo I wouldn't get some for myself? Well I did, and it lets me do weird fucking shit like this. By the way, you'll get your size back after a week if that's something you were worried about. So, wanna play or not? And no more fucking questions, I'm tired of all that noise!”

“You'll have to put up with one more because you still haven't told me what game you want to play.”

“Fine, I'll allow it! So seeing as you're a total loser noob at gambling, we're gonna play blackjack, a game so braindead easy even the birdbrain couldn't screw it up too badly. Here are the rules. Got it? Then sit the fuck down, chump! I haven't got all day!” Reimu sighed. It was totally crazy, but... she took a seat opposite Kakkoi and got ready to play.

Kakkoi shuffled the deck. “You look tense. Okuu, come here and give the girl a good massage. Make sure she feels comfortable.”

“Right away, boss!” Okuu stepped up to Reimu, placing a hand on the miko's left shoulder, her cannon on the right, and both breasts on her head.

“Can't you take that thing off first?” Reimu said of the heavy metal digging into her shoulder.

“Oi! Quit giving my muscle orders and name your bet!”

“Ugh, fine! I'll bet... one inch.” Kakkoi dealt the cards then; a 2 and a king for Reimu, a 3 and a hidden card for herself. Reimu took a while to consider her options, blocking out Utsuho's clumsy massage.

“Gee, you sure do take your time, huh? What are you, counting cards? I'll have you know that's not allowed at the Cashino! ... Aw, heck, what's it matter? Country bumpkin like you can't even know how many cards are in a deck. Still, I don't appreciate having my time wasted. Hit or stand, or I'll let birdbrain here make the choice for you.”

“Hit me, then.” CONK! Reimu was seeing stars after the big metal rod smacked her upside the head.

“She don't mean it literally, Okuu. Quit giving the girl brain damage, she's slow enough as it is.” Kakkoi dealt out another card while Reimu her the bump. “A nine; lucky you! Guess I'll have to go for one too.” Kakkoi turned her other card over, and dealt herself two more. “Whoops! That's a bust. Guess that means this is yours.”

Reimu took the hundred yen bill Kakkoi offered. It felt good in her hand, all smooth and crisp. What an easy profit! If the game always played out like this, she'd have her cash back in no time. “I'll bet these hundred yen, and an inch.” Kakkoi dealt her next hand: A 5 and a queen. “Hit me,” she said at once. There was no blow this time, but something worse instead: an 8.

“A bust! I'll be taking my cash, and your one inch.” Kakkoi snatched the bill back, and instantly Reimu sensed a change come over her. It was gone as quickly as it came; had she really shrunk an inch? It was hard to tell, but Utsuho's hand did feel a bit larger on her shoulder, her breasts a bit lighter on her head. “Mmph! That's fucking gooood! Er, anyway, make your next bet.”

Reimu kept playing, betting an inch at a time, or a hundred yen if she had any to bet. For a while her height was pretty stable, within three inches of normal, but that was just to start. The more time passed, the more her height trended downwards, and eventually she'd lost a whole foot of the five-and-a-half she started with. The difference was plainly visible then, both in herself and in Kakkoi who sat smugly smoking a stick.

Not all of Reimu's mass had to Kakkoi's height—some went to her chest. Two big grapefruits sat on that cutting board now, popping the top button of her vest. Looked about the size of Okuu's, proportionally, which made them the size of Reimu's head. Speaking of Okuu, her chest now hung over Reimu instead of on her, and the crow had taken to petting Reimu's head.

“Okay, this is fun and all, but we really gotta speed things up. Gonna be here all fucking day at this rate. From now on, the minimum bet is four inches. How much are you putting up?”

Reimu grimaced. She didn't like betting big, but then again, betting small hadn't worked out for her all day. Could be that she needed a different strategy. “I'll bet twelve,” she made herself say.

“Ooh, finally found some guts? Let's see if it pays off for you.”

Reimu's queen and jack looked so good when she got them, but then she saw Kakkoi's ace. That other card could have been anything. There was no guarantee Kakkoi had a blackjack. It was more likely she didn't, in fact. Sure didn't feel that way, though. “I'll stand,” she said. Then Kakkoi turned a queen over.

“HA! Looky here! A blackjack! Ain't that nice? Big thanks for the big bet, Reimu, 'cause this is gonna feel really, really good!” And really, really bad for Reimu. The sinking feeling lasted much longer than before, and there could be no mistaking that she became much shorter as it went on, until her head barely rose above the table. She felt like a child compared to Utsuho, and almost a toddler looking up at Kakkoi.

“Ohhhh baby! That was even better than I thought! How about you, Reimu? Having fun being a midget? Ow. Man, sitting like this is giving me serious cramps. You don't mind me stretching my legs, right?” Kakkoi kicked them both up on the desk where they reached all the way to Reimu's side. Her feet stopped just short of the miko's face, toes splayed and wiggling inside her white socks. Reimu tried to push her chair back, but found herself too weak. “Hey, where'd you go?” Kakkoi laughed and moved her legs aside to uncover Reimu's face. “There you are! Okuu, how about giving her a boost? She'll need one just to see the cards if she gets any smaller.”

“Okay, boss! C'mere, Reimu; let's give baby a nice seat on my lap!” She lifted Reimu by the armpits, ignoring her wild kicks and complaints, and took her place on the chair before seating Reimu on herself. Her cannon arm hooked around the miko's waist to hold her close, and however Reimu pushed at it, it was too big and heavy to budge. She was forced to take the humiliation and stay from Okuu's lap, with her head resting on the crow's heavy tits.

Well, forced was a strong word. Reimu could have folded, accepted her loss and gone back to the shrine to wait out the week she had to stay this size, but she couldn't take that humiliation. Besides, with how bad her luck had gone recently, it was due to turn soon. So she kept playing, intending to stop once she was back to normal even if she made no money.

Her height shot up and down by as much as a foot with each hand, and despite the distractions coming from Okuu, it felt like she was winning as often as losing, and sometimes more... but even her best streaks stopped before she could reach her normal height. It was as if the god of luck had it out for her—or was there something else going on?

“You're cheating!” Reimu said after yet another loss reduced her to two feet tall, so short that she couldn't see the cards on the table without standing on Utsuho's lap.

“Cheating?” Kakkoi laughed. “That's a big fucking accusation coming outta that tiny mouth of yours. A real shitty thing to say, too. Got any proof, shrimp?”

Reimu clambered out of Okuu's grip and onto the table, glaring at the eight-foot Kakkoi. “I don't need proof. I know you cheat. There's no point in playing any more. Keep my money; I'm leaving!”

“You really gonna pussy out on me?” Kakkoi leaned forward, almost knocking Reimu over with her tits. “Gonna run back home crying to mommy? Let everyone talk about how you got your shit smacked in by me, just 'cause you feel like I cheated? Or are you gonna man up and see this through to the end?” She poked Reimu's chest, pushing her back until she fell into Okuu's arms, and looked her right in the eyes. “One more game, winner take all. Win and you get to leave with all your height back and twice the money you came in with. Lose and you go down to half a foot. And so you'll know I'm not cheating you, you'll be the house this time. Go on. Shuffle the deck and deal out my cards, if you can.”

Kakkoi sat back against the wall, and lit another cigar that seemed more like a cigarette in her hands while Reimu got back on the table and walked over to the deck. It seemed a stack of notebooks, too large to be handled neatly much less shuffled in any orderly manner. Reimu crouched and cut the deck, and tried to mix the halves together on her lap, but towards the end she lost her grip on them and they spilled out on the desk.

“Ha! What a Butterfingers Andy! Thought we were playing blackjack, not 52 pickup!”

Reimu muttered and grumbled and started collecting the cards again until she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Hey,” Okuu said. “Need some help? Maybe I could shuffle it for you.”

“No offense, but you know you need two hands to shuffle a deck?”

“Don't worry! This comes off, see!” Okuu took off her cannon and held up both hands in front of Reimu's face, wiggling her fingers around.

“Then why didn't you take it off to– Oh, never mind!” Reimu would have refused any help coming from Kakkoi's lackey, but thinking more on it, she figured Okuu savvy couldn't be savvy enough to pull any tricks on her. She gave up the cards, let the birdbrain shuffle them, then cut the deck herself and dealt out their hands. For Kakkoi, a four and a two. For herself, an ace.

Reimu's heart jumped. There was a good chance that her second card would give her blackjack. Even if not, her odds of winning seemed good. Great, even. But the game wasn't won yet. “Hit me,” Kakkoi said without hesitation, tapping the desk hard enough that Reimu felt it shake under her feet. Reimu pulled out another card and flipped it over next to Kakkoi's hand: a 10. Not a great draw, but Kakkoi was nonplussed. “Hit me.” An ace. That put her score at 17. Reimu was confident she could beat it. But then...

“Hit me!” Another card came out, and this time it was a 3. Reimu was sweating bullets. For a second she was sure Kakkoi would ask for another card and get another ace. Would've given Reimu an aneurysm that way, but for once she did the reasonable thing and stood. “A 20's pretty good. Let's see you match it, pipsqueak.”

Reimu prayed for a blackjack as she grabbed her hidden card. Then she saw the six underneath and swore. “Watch the fucking language! I don't want Okuu here getting a potty mouth,” Kakkoi said, but the words hardly registered for Reimu. It's okay, she thought, the game isn't over yet. She'd win with a 4, push with a 3, and with anything else she could try again thanks to her ace.

She pulled another card, and met with another 6. Her gut tied itself in knots. An eight would spell victory now, and a lower number give her another shot at it. Let it be one of those, she thought, but when she turned the next card over, it was a heart-stopping jack. 23—a bust.

Kakkoi clapped and rubbed her hands eagerly over Reimu's head. “Hell yeah brother! Here we fucking go! Bring on the extra inches! Gimme that sweet, sweet height! And shit, gimme an extra cup size too while we're at it!”

Reimu watched most of her remaining height leave her and go to the delinquent across the table. The world grew to her as she dwindled down to a pitiful six inches tall, and Kakkoi grew most of all, to a huge nine feet tall that seemed more like a hundred to Reimu. A couple more of her vest buttons popped and clattered to the floor as her chest expanded too. “Damn it feels good to not be a bitch-ass loser!” Kakkoi sighed and stretched her legs again. They lay to either side of the miko, thicker than she was tall. “Too bad you don't know that feeling, eh, Reimu? But hey, no hard feelings, right? How 'bout I let you take in all this bigness from the best seat in the house?”

Reimu stepped back when Kakkoi reached for her, but she was too slow to escape. The giant hand wrapped around her body, with only her head and feet poking out from the woman's grip. Then she was lifted and pulled closer, until she was staring down Kakkoi's cleavage. Those boobs were bigger than her whole body, and as she watched them, Kakkoi's other hand reached in between them and pushed the pair apart by an inch. Reimu guessed what was coming, and a look at the woman's grinning face confirmed it. “Don't you dare,” she began, her cheeks going red already, but Kakkoi just gave a cheerful “Have fun!” and shoved Reimu inside.

Her upper body was trapped in the giant cleavage, while her legs kicked wildly in the air above. “Let me out of here!” she shouted into the thick fatty mound, barely hearing herself through the bulk of Kakkoi's tit. Then her legs were pushed in too, and her whole body entombed in the warm, sweaty cleavage.

The pressure was intense. Kakkoi's tits, held together by Kakkoi's now-unfitting clothes, bore down on Reimu with so much mass that she could hardly move so much as a finger. Breathing was a hassle, even when she managed to turn her face away from one wall of heavy flesh and towards the crevice between them. Was a real miracle that she remained conscious, though she'd almost rather be knocked out than aware of all this humiliation. “Boy, I could really get used to being huge. Thanks a bunch, loser! Let's do this again after you stop being such a midget!” Kakkoi's boobs shook with her laughter, and shook Reimu with them.

Reimu could tell she wasn't getting out of this anytime soon. On the bright side, she would only have to deal with another week of this at most. And she promised herself, once that week was over, she would never again gamble so much a single yen for as long as she lived.

Ever since her stepdaughter Lily shrank to the size of an ant, Barbara had been looking into the topic of shrinkers to learn what she could about the girl's condition. Not that she spent hours a day researching the subject or anything like that—it was more of a casual interest. Her daughter Judy sent her links to a few groups about it, and Barbara checked them every so often to see what people were saying.

It was really amazing the sort of things she learned from those groups. For instance, did you know that shrinkers love warm, damp places, that they can absorb nutrients through their skin without having to eat anything, and that in this way they could live entirely from a normal person's skin secretions? Barbara didn't either, but when she learned all this, it made so much sense why Lily loved to stay under Barbara's feet and Judy's.

As far as Barbara was concerned, everything she read in those groups was the gospel truth. Why would anyone lie about stuff like that? It never once occurred to her that all it was all disinformation put out there by people who loved to see shrinkers suffer, but that's precisely what was happening, and Lily was so pathetically tiny that Barbara could never heard the tiny woman telling her otherwise, nor see how she suffered when Barbara tried to put that online advice into practice.

Ever since she read that stuff, Barbara insisted on keeping Lily underfoot whenever it was her turn to take care of her, especially since she thought it would help keep her foot clean if Lily absorbed all her dirty secretions. It was rare for the girl not to be plastered to Barbara's sole. Pretty much the only time it happened now was when Barbara took a shower. Lily even spent most nights at Barbara's foot, caught between the mother's boat-sized toes or stuck on her sole. That's where she was this morning, when she was woken up by a casual wiggle of Barbara's giant toes. They rolled her and squeezed her as they so often did, and smeared her with a bit of toe jam that had gathered between them during the night.

Barbara must have really loved feeling the tiny woman down there, because she kept toying with her like this even while sound asleep. Lily didn't bother trying to fight it; she knew that even if the toes stopped moving this toe jam would hold her in place like superglue. Many times she had tried to escape it, and each one ended in failure and a reminder that she was no more than a pitiful bug now. There was nothing she could do except take this time to have her breakfast for the day, licking up and swallowing some of the toe jam she was stuck in. Barbara didn't feed her real food anymore, so Lily had no choice but to survive on this disgusting slop.

Since it was Barbara's day off, it was a long while before she woke up, yawning and stretching and curling her toes so tight that Lily almost suffocated between them. Then she splayed them apart and smiled down at the tiny little bug of a woman caught in her toe jam. “Morning, Lily!” She wiggled her toes as a greeting, laughing at how easily her little stepdaughter was swung around on them. “Did you sleep well, dear? Oh, why am I asking; of course you did! You love my little toesies, don't you, little ladybug?” She pressed her toes together in what would have been a tender hug if Lily were really as much a fan of them as Barbara thought. “Oh, and I bet you're real excited for this morning too, huh? Hang tight! We'll get going as soon as I'm ready!”

Going where? Why, on Barbara's morning jog, of course. This would be the third time Lily had joined her on those runs, but she already knew to expect it. Even so, she grimaced just from hearing Barbara hint at it.

There was still some time before that, however. It was a bit chilly this morning so Barbara was in no rush to get going. She lazily got out of bed and made a trip to the bathroom, then went to make Judy breakfast. Her daughter was up and about as soon as the smell of bacon reached her room, and she greeted Barbara cheerfully. “And good morning to you too, sis~,” she said, smirking at her helpless victim caught between her mom's toes.

Lily shook and whimpered in her stepsister's shadow. Barbara may have been a bad caretaker, but her main flaw was being too trusting of her daughter. Without Judy telling her lies, she would have probably never thought that Lily liked being at her feet.

“Are you going out with your friends today, Dear?” Barbara asked her daughter.

“Yeah. And you're taking her jogging, right? Make sure you don't lose her out there. I'd hate it if something bad happened to my little sis.” Judy sat down with her breakfast then, and Barbara went to her room to get changed, totally unconcerned about letting Lily see her naked. It was far from the first time she did it, after all. Hell, even her first time getting naked with tiny little Lily in the room she hadn't thought anything of it. Lily was so itty-bitty that getting embarrassed over it would have been like getting embarrassed by a fly on the wall watching her change. If anything, she liked that Lily could see all of her, and thought that Lily liked seeing her too.

For once she wasn't entirely wrong about that. Lily would never say that she liked seeing her stepmom naked, but she couldn't help staring every time it happened. The little woman swung both ways, and though it disturbed her to admit it, there was no denying that Barbara was gorgeous for a middle-aged woman. One day Barbara had noticed Lily's stares, and since then she started taking longer to change so she could enjoy that tiny pair of eyes on her. Even now, all covered in her toe jam and trapped between her toes, Lily still gawked at her massive goddess of a stepmom, guilty though she felt about it. But maybe she was just enjoying the last few minutes she had before she entered hell.

Her shoes and socks were the last thing Barbara put on, and before she did, she blew Lily a kiss and said, “See you later, dear.” A minute later, Lily was trapped in the dark, stuffy cavern of Barbara's shoe. Things were already getting hot as Barbara left her home, and they would only get worse once she started jogging around the neighborhood.

The wild swinging of her leg, flying a thousand feet forward with each step before stomping down with a thunderous BOOM, wasn't eve the worst part about it. What really made it hell was the heat and humidity. Ten minutes into it, Barbara's shoe was already hot as a sauna, with so much sweat seeping from her pores that it could have sated a hundred shrinkers of Lily's size. As long as she was caught between Barbara's toes, Lily had to make an effort not to drown in it, holding her breath whenever a drop of the stuff washed over her. They were bigger than her whole body, and all she could do was wait for them to pass her by.

Things didn't get any better when Lily was launched out from Barbara's toes. After bouncing around the shoe for a while, she just wound up under her the giant sole, getting violently stomped on over and over again. That's where she stayed the rest of the jog, and by the end of it she was so beat up that she was barely holding on to consciousness. It only stopped when Barbara found her neighbor, Claire, during her jog, and stopped to chat with her, but Lily still had to bear the enormous weight of her stepmom resting on her.

After a while they took the conversation into Barbara's home. Judy was already gone then, so it was just the two of them, and the helpless bug going ignored by them both. At least Lily could enjoy the fresh air again, since Barbara took off her shoes to air her sweaty feet.

“Say, where's your big girl, Barb? Or should I say your little girl now?” asked Claire.

“You mean Lily? She should still be on my foot, I think. Can you see her down there?” Barbara splayed her toes ad showed her sole to Claire, who spent a while looking at them before she spotted Lily down there.

“You know, I've been wondering; why do you keep her at your feet? Did she do something bad?”

“No, it's not like that at all!” Barbara repeated to her neighbor all the lies she'd heard from Judy or read online. “So you see, she loves being at my foot!”

“Really? I never knew that. Well, she looks absolutely precious on you either way! And I know it's not very nice of me, but I have to say, Barb, I'm jealous of you! I always thought shrinkers were adorable. I wish I could have a little one of my own to take care of. If I did, I'd gladly let them eat from my toe jam if they asked me, like you with your little girl.”

“Claire, I never knew! You should visit more often; I'll let you help out with Lily all you want!”

“Really? You don't think she'd mind that?”

“No way! I'm sure she's happy hearing that you care so much about her, right dear? In fact, why don't you help me feed her? With all the jogging we did, our feet must be extra delicious to her now!  She'll probably like having another flavor, since she's just had mine and Judy's all this time. But you can ask her yourself if you don't believe me.”

Though Barbara's foot sweat still stung her eyes, Lily opened them to look at Claire, sitting on the chair opposite her stepmom's. The woman was older than Barbara, maybe old enough to be Lily's grandmother, but the only sign of her age were the grey hairs on her head. Her diet and exercise kept her looking younger than her years, with a body any woman her age would envy. Lily had liked Claire before she shrank, and would have thought of asking her for help, if the look on her face hadn't said that she no longer saw Lily as a human being. They were above her, Claire and Barbara both—great middle-aged goddesses whose whims decided Lily's fate. She was nothing but their favorite plaything, and it seemed that's all she would be for the rest of her life.

“I'm sure there's no need for that. If you say she likes it then it must be true,” Claire said, and she stretched out her foot towards Barbara's, until her sole met the other woman's.

Lily was now completely encased in their hot and sweaty flesh, and as they rubbed their feet against each other, she was rolled between them, as powerless to resist as a leaf caught in a hurricane. At times she was afraid she'd suffocate in there, while they just talked and laughed. It felt like they were laughing at her, but it was worse: they didn't even know they were making her suffer, and didn't care enough to find out.

And so Claire enjoyed both Barbara's company and that of her shrunken stepdaughter. She even got Lily all to herself for a while, and rolled the girl between her toes then, every so often shooting an adoring glance at her. Having that little shrinker with her was even better than she had imagined, and since Barbara so generously invited her to come over and play with Lily any time she liked, Claire thought she would take her up on that offer.

­Mila would always remember the first time she and Naga saw one of the smaller worlds. She had found it by accident while searching for another outrealm, and didn't even notice its size at first. What drew her attention to it was the level of development the humans of that world had achieved. While it appeared that they lacked any kind of magic, they had invented carriages that moved on their own accord, big screens which projected images from distant lands, and smaller which let them talk to each other from across the world. Huge, glittering towers of glass and steel, factories churning out endless products of to satisfy any material want—and of course, guns, bombs, and other killing machines with which to wage war on each other.

She brought it to the attention of Naga, who proved just as interested in this world of war and plenty as she was, and after discussing it together, they decided to pay it a visit. It wasn't until they went through the portal that they realized the technology wasn't even the most surprising thing about this world; everything about it was smaller than any other world they'd seen. And not just a little smaller, but smaller by at least a thousand times. The humans there were the size of fleas, and the huge, towering buildings they had built did not even reach the Divine Dragons' knees.

They had meant to appear somehere secluded, to disguise themselves as locals and explore this world, but that plan was pointless now that they stood as tall as mountains in plain view of a city of millions.

With the humans' communication technology, the entire world would know about them in no time. The pair had no choice but to formally introduce themselves to this world. They knew their appearance would cause a panic—in fact, they could already see the beginnings of it in the little city streets, where countless humans were running away—so they approached with as much care as two miles-tall beings were capable of, and spoke softly to the locals, making every gesture they could think of to show that they meant no harm.

It worked, to some extent. Naga and Mila could sense the fear of the people down there, and felt it going down once they had been standing at the city's edge speaking to them a while. They saw some people stop running and stare at them instead. But even if everyone had stopped to listen, they weren't sure what to do next. How could they interact with such tiny people without hurting them or giving them a scare? It seemed impossible. Better to leave them be.

After a little while, they walked away from the city to explore this land. There was much beauty here despite everything, and their new perspective let them take it all in with ease. They watched their step of course, making sure not to step on any humans in their path. Still, at their size it was impossible not to cause some destruction. It was a shame to crush so many trees as they walked, leaving them buried in footprints that measured a thousand yards from heels to toe-tips, but as long-lived beings they knew the land would recover in time, provided they limited their destruction. Their magic proved helpful in that way, dampening the impact of their steps so that anything beyond their footprints was almost unaffected by them. In the same way they gave a little boost to the ground's fertility with their magic, so all its trees would grow back sooner.

It was a surprisingly pleasant walk. They felt so powerful seeing the mountains, the humans, and the great, sprawling cities all rendered so adorably small, and to find those tiny faces staring at them in fear and awe wherever they went. Their curiousity towards those humans grew the more of them they saw, and before long they decided to greet some more closely, picking out a small village for that. It was a small place of some thirty houses, with nothing but fields and orchards for miles and miles around. No one was outside as they approached, but Mila and Naga sensed the people hiding there, and with a touch of magic, they took the little humans from their homes.

Instantly they reappeared out in the open a mile away, surrounded by the two goddesses and their enormous feet. They screamed and fell back, trembling under the glare of those fearsome eyes, while Mila and Naga smiled and greeted them. “Hello, humans. Apologies for disturbing you, but we wished to meet you in person. Rest assured, we mean you no harm,” said Naga, but how could they trust her words when at the same time she said this she moved her foot closer to them? Her toes came so close, so quickly, that they were sure she'd crush them, but mercifully they stopped just short of everyone—a fraction of an inch on Naga's scale.

The humans fled even after she stopped, but then Mila's foot came just as close from the other side, and left them caught in a valley overshadowed by the ten toes. No one dared to run then, nor do anything else that might provoke these monsters to snuff them out; they just huddled together and cast fearful looks at each of the toes entrapping them. Even the pinkies were enormous, their nails looming a couple hundred feet above. For the big toes it was three hudred feet. Compared to them, all these people were nothing but frail specks, one small movement away from meeting their end under the goddesses.

Mila and Naga thought it adorable. “What precious little things you are! So much smaller than our toes. Do they impress you? I can't imagine how big they must look.” They both started tapping their toes, raising them high above the frightened humans and letting them fall with resounding thuds.

Both the giants sensed perfectly the terror those poor people felt each time they saw a toe racing for the ground, but they showed no concern. It's not like they were hurting anyone, after all, and didn't the fact they were being so careful with their toe-wiggles prove that they had no ill intentions? So they told themselves, when really they just loved lording their vast size and power over these puny beings. It went so far beyond what they enjoyed back home, even with thousands of humans there worshipping both as goddesses.

“Lady Naga, would it be acceptable to bring a few humans back with us after this? Willing ones, of course,” asked Mila.

Naga shook her head. “That would be very irresponsible. Such small, defeseless beings would face many dangers in our world, and we can't assure that we'll be able to protect them from every one. But cheer up; there's no reason why we can't return to this world and greet these precious little humans whenever we want.”

“Yes, Lady Naga! And on this subject of this world, I've been thinking about it. You know that the humans here love war as much as the ones from our world. We're not powerful enough to put an end to their violence back home, but here we could make them learn to live in peace with each other. Don't you think it would be an act of kindness?”

Naga agreed, and went even farther: it would be an act of negligence for them not to use their power to further peace in this world, even if they needed to conquer it first. And if they meant to bring peace, there was no better time to start than right now. So they asked the humans to point them in the direction of the ruler of this land and set off that way, leaving all the humans behind much to their relief.

The titans didn't expect that it was a trick. Rather than pointing them to the president or governor or anything like that, the villager they spoke to had given them directions to a nearby army base.

The base was abuzz with activity, as they had been ordered to prepare for action shortly after news of the giants reached their higher-ups. The Divine Dragons noticed their battle preparations and called to them, saying they didn't want to fight. Truth be told, everyone there had been hoping they wouldn't need to engage them in battle, and would have loved to believe them, but the quick approach of those enormous feet made them feel threatened.

The order was given to fire as the giants were coming into range. The whole base roared with the rapid fire of dozens of powerful artillery cannons, all aimed in the general direction of the giantesses. Accuracy was impossible against something moving so fast, but with enough shots fired at least some were sure to hit.

As Mila and Naga stopped in front of the base, their feet were pelted with artillery fire. Even at their size, the explosive impacts hurt them both, like little pinpricks. A weak protective spell was enough to completely neutralize that, along with any threat they presented, after which the goddesses could stand calmly, watching the army's feeble attacks. Was it bravery that led them to atttack two titans who could crush dozens of them with a single toe, or pure foolishness?

The shells were still coming when Mila and Naga took another step towards their attackers, right in front of the row of firing cannons. They didn't soften their steps this time, but allowed their full might to rattle this land and all the soldiers at their feet. The closest of them got blown back by the impact, and even some of the cannons were knocked over. Then all that was left was for them to slide their feet forward, flattening the heavy cannons and leaving them buried deep inside their footprints.

The soldiers fled from the incoming walls of flesh, but they were commanded to stop and fall in formation, from where they peppered the toes with rifle fire. That's when Mila and Naga decided what they saw in the humans was foolishness after all. If the cannons had done nothing to them, what chance did these little guns have? The humans did roll out some tanks then, and fired at the goddesses while beginning to circle around their feet, but that proved no better than their guns.

“What to do with you tiny things? If you won't stop attacking, you'll leave us with no choice but to fight back. Give up your weapons and surrender; that's all we need from you,” said Naga, but not one of the humans did as she said.

Naga really thought that threat would convince them, and hadn't meant to follow through if they disobeyed, but Mila was not so merciful. “We should stop wasting our time with these violent humans. There's still a whole world left for us to visit; we'll never be done with it if we wait for every soldier we meet to surrender. Besides, dealing with these ones now will set an example for all the others,” she said.

Naga considered it a while before sighing. “I suppose you're right. We can count it as self defense.” Mila was overjoyed with that answer, and immediately turned her grin on the puny humans, lifting her foot high over their heads.

“What a shame you didn't listen. Now we'll have to make an example of you.” The soldiers fled from Mila's foot, shooting at it even as they ran. Mila gave them plenty of time; she was in no rush to end them, not when she knew they could never outrun her. Besides, to tell the truth, she had been looking forward to something like this for a while now; the soldiers' resistance just gave her the perfect excuse to go through with it. What good was power if you didn't use it, after all?

The moment her sole met the earth, she sensed hundreds of lives ending beneath her foot. What a thrill! Some part of her thought she would have felt guilty for killing them needlessly, but they were all such insignificant creatures, like dust mites to her. Why waste time and energy caring about something so frail and pathetic it couldn't survive a tap of her toe? Their lives meant nothing if they could be ended so quickly.

Slowly she dragged her foot aside, over the little tanks still shooting at her and Naga, then dealt with another bunch of fleeing soldiers before stepping into the base itself. She magically enhanced her sense of touch for that one, and took it as slow as she could make herself go, savoring every single building and humans which fell under her gigantic sole.

Naga was hesitant to join in. She still believed they should be showing mercy and kindness to these humans, but seeing how much Mila was enjoying herself, and finding a small group of stragglers near her own feet, she gave in to her curiosity and held her foot aloft over their little heads. She sensed their fear beneath her, and it felt wonderful. Maybe she could make do with just that, Naga thought, but her temptation proved too strong, and she gently lowered her titanic foot onto the soldiers.

A bit of magic protected them from it, leaving them to squirm beneath Naga's sole. Tiny little hands pushed at her skin, or gripped the wrinkles on it and tried desperately to crawl away, but that proved a fool's errand. All they could do at such a pathetic size was tickle the goddess's foot.

Naga loved the feeling so much that she pressed her foot still more firmly over them and twisted it, as if trying to grind them into dust. Their struggles weakened as the air was forced from their lungs, and their fear turned to despair. It might have moved Naga to pity, if she weren't enjoying it so much. Now that she had taken things this far, there was just one more thing to do; she removed her protection from the humans, and sensed their lives be extinguished at once. Naga shivered, and curled her toes in bliss. She knew at once that she needed to feel it again, so she went to join Mila in dealing with the rest of the base.

The soldiers weren't even fighting them anymore. Some threw down their weapons and raised their hands as a sign of surrender, just as Naga had asked before, but it was much too late. Their fate had been sealed when they first disobeyed her. Now she and Mila pretended not to notice their surreder and kept crushing the little pests one toe-press at a time. Running and hiding made no difference; sooner or later, every last soldier found himself under a roof of grooved skin and knew himself doomed when he saw those huge toes wiggling.

Though Naga and Mila dragged it out, in a few minutes they had already leveled the whole base, reducing it to a field of footprints. Only one soldier remained, cowering in the gap between Naga's toes. “Are you afraid, litlte one? Don't be. Unlike your friends, you get a second chance to live. All you need to do is pledge yourself to worship and obey me. Come; crawl on your knees ad kiss my foot.”

This time the young man didn't hesitate. In a few seconds, Naga saw him disappear under the curvature of her big toe, and felt his little lips plant a kiss on the very toe that had crushed hundreds of his companions. She so loved the feeling that she almost broke her word and crushed him when her toe twitched. It pushed him flat on his back, and slid onto him, though without enough pressure to do him damage.

He still wasn't finished; Mila demanded he kiss her foot as well, and then the goddesses took turns making him lick their toes until they were satisfied. The last thing they asked for were directions to another base. When he told them, begging their forgiveness, that he didn't know how to get there, they mercifully let him live, and he was left in the ruins of his base, surrounded by all the death and destruction they wrought.

As he watched them casually stroll to the horizon, stepping over mountains and continuing like it was nothing, the young man sensed deep in his gut that the world as he knew it was ending right before his eyes. By the end of the day, maybe a a little longer, everything there was would belong to these women. It didn't matter what anyone did. After seeing what they were capable of, he doubted even a nuclear bomb would be able to stop them. He only hoped that the people in charge had the good sense to realize this and stop resisting, or a lot more good people would end up like his friends: as bloody stains buried deep in a footprint-shaped crater.

Clara always thought her ideal job was a quiet, uneventful office gig where she made a decent salary just shuffling paperwork. She had no ambitions, and wanted nothing more from life than getting by comfortably for fifty, sixty more years before she croaked. Maybe starting a family would be nice, if she managed to meet her Mr. Right. After two years at Shine Corp, though? She was starting to regret it. Sure she got decent pay, and the job wasn't the sort of thing to strain herself over, but all the meaningless reports and staff meetings and annoying customers were so mind-numbing that even after leaving the office she just felt dead inside.

Wrapping up another tedious phone call, Clara wondered if it was time to start thinking of a new career path. With a deep sigh, she turned her chair around to look out the window, at the sprawling Suffeld City outside. The view was the one thing she still liked about her job. Working from the city's tallest building, in one of the highest floors, it felt like she could see forever. Sometimes she sat and watched the hustle and bustle of the streets below, either wondering at how small they all looked from up here or imagining what sort of life those other millions of people were living. It was almost meditative, and helped her untangle her nerves at times like this. But today she saw something out there that didn't soothe her one bit.

Far out in the distance, a shimmering line appeared above the horizon. The line stretched to the right across some unimaginable number of miles before shooting straight up, so far into the sky that Clara lost sight of it. She had to stand and walk to the window, even press her head against the glass and look as far up as she could before she saw the end of it again, still moving upwards. It peaked after a while, at such a height that Clara grew faint thinking about it, then came back to the left and finally fell straight down to where it began.

By then there were half a dozen coworkers joining her at the window to see what was happening. They all witnessed the gargantuan rectangle traced out by that line become a window to some ethereal realm where colorful mists danced and bubbled in darkness, like a nebula come to life. The mists took shape before long, coalescing into two human, or near-human, forms. Two green-haired women, divine in appearance, of fair skin and shapely body. One only had a pair of pointed ears to mark her apart from humanity; the other had that as well as a horn sprouting from her forehead, two feathered wings the same color as her hair, and a long, reptilian tail.

That, and they were enormous. Hard to judge how big exactly, with only the empty void they floated in to compare them to, but as they drew closer with the more human of the two leading the way, their bodies proved nearly as tall and as wide as the doorway. How big was that? Clara couldn't have guessed, but she saw clear as day that the woman's toes already looked bigger than either the clouds or mountains under that doorway. She dimly heard a coworker mutter the figure “five hundred miles”. Whether or not it was accurate, the number felt suitably enormous to describe them. Hell, she would have believed it even if they said five thousand miles instead.

The titan smiled at them. A terrifying smile coming from someone so huge. Then she moved her leg forward, and her foot passed through the portal and into Clara's world.

Its movement gave the impression of going in slow motion, even though its speed was best measured in miles per second. Its shadow soon appeared on the horizon, stretching closer and closer, blanketing the fields and towns surrounding Suffeld, finally reaching the city itself. It was as if day had turned to night in an instant, all courtesy of a foot so immense its sole all but blotted out the sky. That's when it stopped, hanging over above Clara, above the millions and millions of people living in Suffeld and its surroundings.

Clara slumped to her knees, gazing up at the godly sole which promised annihilation for her and everything she ever knew. A blinking light moved beneath it—an airplane, flying miles above the earth yet not even halfway to that foot. Numbly, she laughed. To think that moments ago she'd been stressed over that client's phone call, and worried about finding another job. What quaint little worries they all seemed now that she was set to perish as dust under this woman's sole, whoever she was.

Her laughter turned to weeping and was joined by that of several coworkers when that foot began to descend, so fast and yet so slow. After a while she got upset and mentally shouted at it to go faster, then laughed again at the absurdity of it all, just before it struck.

From the moment that sole met the building, Clara's life, and the lives of everyone else caught underfoot, didn't last more than a second. They were crushed in an instant, obliterated beneath a foot whose mere toes shamed the mountains, along with all they had ever built. And that was only the beginning. The destruction rippled outwards from there, as the planet's crust shook like jelly following the impact of that foot. Towns and cities around it were leveled by earthquakes, or swallowed up by rivers of lava spilling out the wide cracks in the earth, while anything that survived was blow away by a shockwave with the power to flatten every tree and building for over a hundred miles around.

The miniature apocalypse dragged on for a minute, and was still going on when the giant's second foot struck the ground causing a similar scene many miles away; then the other titan stepped out, and millions more met their end beneath her feet.

Though they stood half a million times larger than the humans below, so gigantic that all those poor, helpless souls were as germs to them, still they knew perfectly well all the death and destruction they caused. They were Divine Dragons, beings akin to gods in their world, and their powers allowed them to sense the lives of the human specks around them, as well as their fear and despair—such a delicious mix of emotions.

“I wasn't sure whether to believe you, Mila, but you were right; this is by far the smallest world we've found yet. Even the humans from the last world would be giants next to these little ones. We'll have to be careful and take things slow here, or else we'll run out of toys in less than an hour,” said the first and taller of the two, the leader of the Divine Dragons, Naga.

“We can limit our destruction with our magic. Even so, I doubt this world will survive until the end of the day,” said her parter, the more draconic Mila. Their voices roared like thunder in the sky, so deep and loud that no one could understand them.

“That will have to do.” Their eyes glowed for a moment, and a slight glowing aura appeared around their bodies. Then Naga raised her foot and moved it aside, over a patch of land still inhabited by hundreds of thousands of specks. Her aura kept her sole and their lands illuminated even under her shadow, allowing them to admire every crease and wrinkle of Naga's divine skin as it hung over their pitiful heads, and to witness how it warped with the mere wiggle of her toes. Her sole became the sky for them, and the last thing they would see before she ended their pathetic lives would be her wrinkles zooming towards them in finer detail than anyone had ever seen before.

This time when her foot struck the ground, the earth remained almost completely rigid, deforming just enough to receive a modest, eighty-mile footprint where before there had been towns and fields and rivers and forests. The blastwave was muted, too, and all this though Naga wasn't any more gentle with her step than she had been the last time around. Her magic was so effective at stifling all collateral damage that a town survived completely unharmed between her toes. She grinned at them, and wiggled her toes to tease the few thousand humans she sensed down there. They could only whimper and scream as those mountainous digits rose up past the clouds and fell back to Earth, rattling their homes with potent tremors. Then, after deliberating what to do with them, she held her big toe over the town and let it fall. There was plenty of room underneath it to deal with them all. Why, even her pinkie toe could have crushed a town five times its size with a single tap.

The instant before their deaths, Naga felt pinpricks of intense emotion under her toe—mostly fear and despair, with some anger and even a speck of arousal mixed in. She sighed as if taking a bite of some delicious meal, which it very much was to her. And yet all those people crushed by her toe, even the millions who had alreadyperished under her feet, were only a small snack to whet her appetite.

It was almost funny to remember her and Mila's first incursions into a smaller world. They had still been a bit uncomfortable crushing the specks they encountered without reason, so they made up a number of reasons as to why they all deserved it. It began with that army base which attacked them, and continued with the destruction of all that world's militaries. Then after conquering the world and declaring themselves its goddesses, they had turned to pettier excuses, like collective punishment for the disobedience of one single human, or for their worshippers not worshipping well enough. Now they both accepted they didn't need excuses to crush the tiny humans; it was enough that they wanted to do it, and that no one in this world could stop them.

Casually they dragged their soles or just their toes over the land, razing everything they touched. Nothing, not even mountains, could stand in their way. In fact, the goddesses made a show of destroying all those rocky peaks for everyone around to see and tremble at.

This was a living nightmare. It should have been impossible for people this big to exist, let alone to move as fast as this, or... or half the other things they did. It was as though the laws of physics had been overthrown and the will of these titans imposed instead. What was to be done about them? Could anything be done? Even if people fled, the giants were huge enough to go around the world in only a few minutes if they wanted. No place on Earth could be safe from them.

That didn't stop many from hiding deep inside their homes, in cellars or basements, or getting in their cars and driving away at top speed, ignoring any and all traffic laws for just the slimmest chance of avoiding death at the hands of these giants. Of course they knew deep down it wouldn't help. What mattered washolding on to hope by doing something about it, or believing that something could be done. Those who stayed behind placed their hopes elsewhere. Some prayed to their gods for help and salvation. Some prayed to the rampaging goddesses for mercy. And others assured themselves that their military would be able to put a stop to this.

When they heard on the emergency broadcast that every branch of the military was preparing to take action against the giants, it helped set peoples' minds at ease. At least for those people who were far away enough to feel safe for now. Those closer to the giants took no solace from the announcement. What did it matter? Anything the military did would be too late to save them. They more than anyone else took to prayer in the face of those godly soles and wiggling toes. Turning away from their useless gods, they begged and pleaded with all their heart for Naga and Mila to spare them.

“Do you hear that, Naga? These humans wish to be spared,” Mila said, standing over a big city along with Naga. Together, their feet were four enormous mountains fencing the city in from every side. “What do you think? Should we grant their wishes?”

“Not so fast, Mila. Before we decide their fate, we must first test them to see what they deserve. They're praying to us; now let's see how well they worship us. Would you do the honors for me?”

Mila smirked as she pointed to the city below. At once, every human being in that area who had been praying to them was whisked into the air and carried along to the feet of the goddesses, to settle upon their toenails. As they recovered from their flight, taking deep, rapid breaths to make up for how thin the air was up here, a single thought was beamed into their heads from a mind much vaster and more powerful than their own: “Worship us.”

It came with such force that it silenced all their other thoughts for that moment. Had the goddesses wished it, they could have brainwashed all those specks just by holding the thought in their heads until they were emptied of everyting else. No need for that just now, though; simply hearing the order was enough to get everyone on their knees, kissing the holy ground they stood on or else holding up their hands and offering praise to the “wonderful, merciful, all-powerful goddesses”.

“It's nice to know at least some of your germs know your place,” Mila laughed, slowly drumming her toes on the ground. It was hard to say who was more shaken; the puny worshippers clinging to her nails, or the specks whose city trembled with each titanic toe striking the nearby earth.

“You've certainly made the right choice in worshipping us,” said Naga. “A shame the same can't be said for your friends. We'll have to make an example of them. Hopefully this serves to deepen your appreciation for our mercy.” The goddess turned her toes towards the city, and slid her foot steadily forward. It tore through the land effortlessly, buching up small mountains of dirt around her sole. Seeing that destruction approaching, the rest of the people below prayed to her and Mila more desperately than the others had done before. Some of the specks on their nails prayed for them too, but none of it made Naga reconsider. Her foot crashed into the city, leaving no one alive. Then Mila joined in, crushing the other towns with her toes.

Only once they had all been exterminated did the goddesses notice that the military response had begun in the meantime. War planes buzzed around their feet like swarms of tiny, slow-flying gnats—jet planes shooting missiles and bombers dropping bombs, sparking adorable little explosions.

“How cute. The tiny things were so eager to see our feet up close, they flew all this way to meet us. Let's give them a closer look!” Mila raised her foot and moved it aside ever so slightly, to a dense part of the swarm. The jets weren't fast enough to escape it; they were obliterated by the monumental foot, some against her ankle, others her toes, and a few low-flying ones by her sole. A few crashed onto her nails, almost killing some worshippers.

Naga did the same, and in under a minute there was nothing left of their attackers except a few soot marks on their skin. But the humans weren't done yet. A wave of missiles came flying in next, striking them both all over their bodies. The explosions that blossomed from them were many times bigger than the others, as big as a mile or more, but what was a mile to two almighty goddesses? They calmly stood still and received those hundreds of missiles, laughing in the face of humanity's impotence. If even nuclear bombs couldn't harm them, there was nothing these pitiful germs could do against them. Once the barrage stopped coming, they merely smiled and continued on their path of destruction.

The government hid the failure of the operation, or even its existence, pretending that they had yet to strike the invaders with their full military might. But after the capital and the military bases and command centers had been crushed under Mila and Naga's feet, and half the continent turned into fields of barren footprints, no one still alive could believe that anything would stop these monsters. The whole world would be destroyed before the day was done, and all anyone could do was scatter and hope that by luck they ended up in some small pocket of land untouched by those godlike feet.

Other nations yet unscarred ordered every city to be evacuated, and made their own token efforts to defend against the giants once they left the continent to visit the rest of this world. The armadas of several countries were ready to meet them on their path across the ocean—to them a small puddle that didn't even cover their toes at its deepest—merely to buy everyone else time to flee. The goddesses accepted this gift. It was entertaining to see the formations and maneuvers they used and feel the harmless blows tickle their skin, and then to wiggle their toes and watch the ships be tossed around by the waves and finally capsize, sinking into the sea.

Then they arrived at the new continent, and did there what they had done in the first one, crushing every town and city that caught their eye. Though the evacuations had been proceeding for a while, Mila and Naga's feet were so immense that in stepping on a city their soles reached miles and miles beyond its extent, crushing all but a few of those people fleeing it, and those few exceptions were easily found and dealt with.

More attacks came their way, including more atomic bombs, but the goddesses ignored them and went on their merry way, visiting destruction upon every nation Earth. Billions perished beneath their soles regardless of gender, race, or creed, no matter their wealth or social standings, all divisions among men rendered meaningless in the face of these monsters to whom they were all mere germs.

In the end, when just one city remained on the face of the Earth, Mila and Naga sat down on opposide sides of it and stretched their legs all the way to its borders. No order to evacuate had been given there, and while many people had left regardless, many others were unable. A few million people remained there, or half the original population, straining their necks to look up at the vast, towering soles which rested only a couple miles beyond the outskirts of their city.

“Well,” said Mila, “it seems you germs were lucky today. Naga and I have spent so long playing with all your little friends, we're not interested in crushing your city anymore. We'll just sit here a spell. You don't mind, do you?” She stretched and scrunched her foot over the city, causing earth and debris to rain down from her sole. Though specks of dirt to her, they crashed into the city like a rain of meteors, wreaking devastation which only worsened when Naga joined her. Thousands died to it each second, until most of the debris had fallen off and the destruction abated.

“What are you crying for? All we're doing is resting our feet. Does that bother you?” Naga's voice roared over the screaming and weeping in the lowly city streets. “If this is how you treat your guests, maybe we should end our break and crush you after all.” Their world rumbled as she lowered her foot towards them, not even giving them a chance to cry out before it met the top of their scyscrapers. But her foot stopped right there, so close to the city that not the slightest sliver of the blue sky could be seen anywhere the people looked.

They wept more than ever, and begged to be spared as she held her foot over them, but it was Mila who stayed her hand. “Don't be so hard on them, Naga. It's not their fault they're too weak to handle it. Give them another chance to show they're good hosts. I'm sure they won't disappoint this time.”

“How right you are, Mila.” Naga pulled her foot back, and the city breathed a sigh of relief. “Let's see you be good hosts now, and tend to our tired feet.” As soon as she said this, the people below disappeared from the city and reappeared up on her and Mila's soles, pulled to those titan feet by magic that mimicked gravity. They were like vast, barren worlds, littered with the ruins of civilization. A flattened car here, a piece of broken glass there, maybe a shred of paper or a plastic bag, were only a few of the remnants of the hundreds, nay, thousands of cities crushed under these divine soles.

The people were so startled, but then Naga gave them an order, to love and worship their feet, and to clean away the dirt caught on their soles. That command reached their first worshippers too, the specks clinging to their toenails, and this time Naga didn't leave it at that. The love of her feet and Mila's was held and imprinted in the minds of the weak, pathetic humans, replacing all other desires. Soon their fear and despair was erased, and in place of it they were irresistibly drawn to worship these world-ending feet, the very ones which had trampled billions without mercy, whose ridges and wrinkles stretched higher than any skyscraper.

Enraptured, they fell to their knees and kissed the ground on with they stood, be it sole or toenail, giving thanks for this privilege. Even when the goddesses scrunched their soles, catching and crushing several thousand worshippers in the folds of their skin, they weren't scared in the least, nor did the survivors notice or mourn the deaths of the others.

Mila and Naga relaxed and enjoyed the service, enhancing their sense of touch so they could feel every kiss, every lick, every reverent touch touch given to their soles by the millions of diminutive humans crawling up and down the wrinkles of their skin. “What adorable humans! I think we'll keep you. That way you can be happy worshipping our feet for the rest of your lives.”

The humans launched into even more passionate worship of their feet, and the goddesses laughed and pressed their soles to each other's, with a bit of magic protecting their toys from harm. They playfully rubbed their feet together, rolling the humans across miles and miles of their soles. All the specks were thrilled about it, and they were still happy when Naga and Mila stood and smothered them underfoot.

Then Naga and Mila looked out at their handiwork smiling. They had crushed everything worth crushing, and had their fill of power for today. It was a shame this world had no more to offer them, but at least they were taking back a few million little souvenirs to keep them company back home. Besides, there were infinitely many worlds out there for them to play in, and plenty of time to find another one just as small as this one if not even smaller.

They each left one more gift for this world to remember them by, using a finger to write their names in the planet's crust, then opened a return portal and walked through, never to set foot here again.

And so the goddesses left, and the ruined world was left to recover. Not only humanity, but all the Earth had suffered immensely from their visit. The forests were gone, as were the mountains, the rivers, the valleys. Outside the oceans, life clung to only a few lucky spots on the planet's surface, surrounded on all sides by the goddesses' barren footprints. Less than a million humans survived, peppered across the land in groups too small for the goddesses to bother with.

The planet would recover in due time, as would humanity, but the story of that day would stay with them in myths and legends for as long as the species survived, with ten thousand footprints as lasting proof of it.

Ever since she took on the name of Stature, Cassie Lang had started operating as a superhero to help people with her powers. You might not think that the ability to shrink herself would be all that useful for superheroing, and truth be told it often wasn't, but Cassie had developed her suit to be able to change not only her own size, but also the size of other people and objects. And since that ability involved a modified shrinking process, the people she shrank didn't inherit any of the enhanced strength that shrinking normally gave her. The only benefit they got from it was a somewhat enhanced durability. Thanks to this, Cassie could easily shrink and capture any criminals or other evildoers she encountered.

Outside of heroing, the only times Cassie used this ability were as self defense. Tonight, for instance, while walking home alone, she found herself accosted by a mugger who demanded her purse and hinted that he might like to take something else from her. Disgusted by this sorry excuse for a human being, Cassie didn't hesitate to give him the punishment he deserved, and was soon looking down on him as he dwindled away to a more fitting height. He ended up some two inches tall, the size of a cockroach.

The man shrieked in terror and fled when Cassie raised her foot, but she easily stepped on him and ground him down under the sole of her shoe. He survived, of course, but not without a healthy dose of pain that had him screaming into the concrete. “Did you think I would kill you? Hmph! A quick death is too good for someone like you. You'll get to live, only so I can give you the punishment you deserve. But first let's go somewhere more appropriate for that.” Cassie moved her foot, and as he started crawling away, she slipped off her shoe and dropped her toes on him, squeezing him tight.

The man fought with all his strength. He was a big, muscular guy, and looked like he spent a lot of time at the gym, but no matter how he strained his muscles, he was no match against Cassie's toes. She laughed at his pathetic efforts before slipping her shoe back on and walking home.

“So, how was the ride?” she asked once she arrived, squeezing him with her toes to make sure he was listening. He squirmed some more after that, tickling her sole. “What, you didn't like it? Well you'd better get used to it, because you'll be spending a lot of time there in the future.” Once she was in her room, Cassie stepped out of her shoes and began to undress, leaving her catch in her shoe.

Only twenty minutes had passed since Jake was put there, but he ached so badly it felt more like hours. He struggled just to crawl towards the opening of her shoe, and almost didn't manage to pull himself up over the edge and flop down on the carpet. There was no chance he could escape like this, even if Cassie hadn't been keeping an eye on him.

“If you take one step away from my shoe, I promise you'll regret it.” Her voice called his eyes towards her, and as he looked up he found her standing topless over him.  A pair of white panties were the only clothing she wore now, but as gorgeous as her body was, he was too scared to get aroused.

Satisfied that he wouldn't try to run, Cassie went to grab a small box from her closet, then came back for her would-be mugger and picked him up. “Time to introduce you to my other toys.” She sat down with the box between her legs and held him so he could see it. There were noises coming from the box, and as she opened it, Jake saw like thirty other men as tiny as himself. They blinked against the sudden light, and even when their eyes adjusted he could see fear and pain on their faces, as bad as what he felt.

“Hello, my toys. Did you miss me? I'm back with a new friend for you! Can you believe he tried to mug me a little while ago? Now I'm going to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone ever again.” She gave him a chilling smile, then turned back to the others in the box, looking them over pensively. “Hm. Now that I see you all, I think we'll need to make more room for the new guy. The box is looking awfully cramped with all of you. Let's see, who should move out this time?”

All the other shrunken men sat petrified inside their little box as her hand hovered over them, its fingers twitching playfully as she tried to work out who her victim should be. At last she decided on a tall, blonde guy wearing only a pair of pants. Jake saw the fear of death written on the man's face as her thumb and forefinger pinched his chest and lifted him out of the box.

“Nathan,” Cassie said, her voice dripping with acid as she held him up to her face. There the man begged and pleaded for her to spare him, promising that he had changed, that she could grow him back to normal and let him go.

He had been her boyfriend once, starting some three years ago. They'd gone steady for a while, and Cassie had thought she might marry him one day, but things changed after he moved in with her. He became abusive, shouting and slapping her if she ever talked back to him. Cassie had been too naive back then to defend herself as she should have. She thought he must be going through hard times, and resolved to wait and give him the chance to get better again. But as time passed, she came to realize that he would never get better—that this was who he really was. One day she had enough and demanded he leave her home. When he refused and turned violent, she shrank him in self defense.

Until then, Cassie had always regrown the criminals she shrank, and turned them into the police. Nathan was the first person she kept prisoner, taking it on herself to punish him for all that he had done to her. She said it would only be until he learned his lesson, but she soon saw how much fun it was to toy with someone who was utterly at her mercy, someone she could freely torment because she knew they deserved it. Then she decided it wasn't enough for her to have only Nathan to play with, and started shrinking some of the worse criminals she encountered, truly despicable men who deserved to be turned into bugs for the good of everyone else.

Nathan had been with her ever since, but now Cassie decided she had no more use for him. She let him beg for his life a while longer, his pathetic squeaks like music to her ears, then threw him inside her mouth and swallowed him whole. He squirmed all the way down. Cassie moaned. “Ahh, I can still feel him moving! Tell me, can you hear him in there?” she asked Jake, holding him to her belly and rubbing him over it. Jake desperately pushed against it and tried to flee, but there was no escaping her grip. He was forced to listen to her stomach gurgles and think of the poor soul inside, until Nathan grew still and Cassie moved Jake away.

“So long, Nathan! Now there's plenty of room for our new guy. But before we show him to his new home...” Cassie lay down in bed, then dumped the other criminals beside her and dropped Jake among them. “You know what I want. Get to work, and make sure the new guy learns the ropes. Starting tomorrow, if he doesn't do a good job, you're all getting punished for it.”

She'd just finished talking when a brawl broke out among all the men. Even Jake got drawn into it, and suffered a few stray punches before curling up on the ground and waiting out the rest of the fight. When only four people remained, they climbed onto Cassie's body and went to her breasts. Everyone else headed either to her feet or her armpits. An older fellow who introduced himself as Mark made Jake follow him to the latter, and briefly explained what was going on.

Every evening when Cassie was home, she took out her box of shrunken men and made them tend to her, and every time that happened the men fought to decide which four of them would have the privilege of servicing to her breasts, while all the others were made to worship her feet or armpits, and clean them with only their tongues. Jake could not believe someone would do a thing like that, until they arrived at Cassie's armpit and he saw several men demonstrate. They showed no hesitation before pressing their mouths to the musty, smelly skin and licking it in long, careful strokes.

“Go ahead, join them. The sooner you learn to stop resisting her, the better it will be for you,” Mark said, pushing Jake forward. Jake tried to get away, but Mark held on to him tight and called the others. Then two more men came and grabbed him, and together they hauled him off to Cassie's armpit, where they forced his face onto her hot skin and ordered him to lick her, punching him over and over again so long as he refused. When he couldn't take it anymore, he stuck out his tongue and licked.

The taste was salty, and bitter with traces of her deodorant. He felt sick to his stomach at the very first lick, and tried again to pull away, but the men held on firmly and punched him in the ribs. “Lick like you mean it, worm!” said Mark, and Jake gave her another, firmer lick, and another and another, even after the blows stopped coming. He might have cried, except he sensed that if he showed any more weakness the others would eat him alive, and so he quietly licked his captor's armpit, with only the occasional groan escaping his throat.

Cassie watched it all and chuckled, enjoying the feeling of that pitiful tongue lapping away at her skin. Though there were two dozen more doing the same elsewhere, it was Jake's that she was most interested in. Breaking in a new catch was always the most fun part of all this. There was nothing quite like seeing a grown man full of pride and bravado lose his defiance and come to terms with his new existence as her plaything. On average it took them a couple weeks for the realization to kick in, and the most anyone had ever gone without accepting this new life was three months.

Well, that was true for the normal humans she shrank, but there was one exception to that rule, a man who still resisted her after a year in her power. She wouldn't be surprised if he spent the rest of his life resisting. But that's precisely what made him such a fun toy to play with.

Cassie allowed her prisoners to keep worshipping her a while longer, slowly touching herself in the meantime, then stood and grabbed another box from her closet, one that was smaller yet sturdier than the first. As her toys all went down to worship her feet like she commanded, Cassie opened the box and took out her most special prisoner: Kang the so-called Conqueror.

The man had caused a lot of trouble while she was down in the quantum realm. He had even captured her at one point, but after fighting him together with her father, Cassie turned the tables on the tyrant by shrinking and capturing him. She had brought him back as her toy, without anyone else's knowledge, and he had been with her ever since. At first she had treated him like any other captive, though maybe she was a bit harsher with him than most others, but when he not only kept resisting her but even managed to organize some of the others to resist her as well, Cassie was forced to keep him apart from the others, and ate his collaborators for good measure.

He was no less defiant now than he had been at first, shouting at her to unhand him in between threatening her with all manner of horrible tortures “once I'm back to my proper size!” It was hilarious to hear those big words delivered with such a squeaky voice, and by a being so small and pitiful her fingertips covered most of his body.

“You really don't get tired of repeating those threats, do you? How about this: if you can escape my grip, I'll let you go so you can find a way back to normal all on your own.” Kang's only answer was spitting and cursing her some more. He was getting really worked up now, which was just how she liked him. As everyone else worshipped her feet, Cassie tossed him in her mouth, not to eat him but to play with him. Her tongue easily dominated his pitiful body, smothering him against whatever surface she pleased, tossing him about like the world's feistiest piece of candy, stoically receiving the blows delivered by his delicate little fists, all the while she rattled his world with her deep, powerful laughter.

“Kang the Conqueror, conquered by my mere tongue,” she quipped, keeping him tucked away in her cheek while she spoke. “What a sad, pathetic thing you are. And you still think you have a right to rule over anything? If your followers saw you now, I doubt they would ever think to follow you again.”

A few minutes later, though Kang still hadn't stopped fighting, she sensed that he had grown weaker after all his futile struggles against her tongue. Then she spat him out and pressed him to her nipple, which quickly grew erect with his continued struggles.

Cassie moaned and curled her toes, squeezing the men who sat between them to worship her. More than just his struggles, though, it was seeing how far he'd fallen because of her that really got her excited whenever she took him out of his box. Where once he had ruled over countless worlds across many universes, and even when banished to the quantum realm managed to build an empire, now he was a helpless toy she kept around only for her own pleasure. He belonged to her now, and was kept around only so she could use him for her pleasure.

After getting herself worked up, Cassie tugged on the waistband of her panties. “Make sure to keep squirming for me,” she told Kang as she carried him inside, pushing him between her lips. While she used him to masturbate, she dropped her feet on the thirty other shrunken men, trapping the lot of them under her soles. Feeling all these pathetic men at her mercy, seeing how easily she dominated them, knowing that she could shrink them down to mere specks of dust if she so decided, made Cassie feel more like a goddess than all their worship put together.  She smothered them all, and thrust Kang eagerly in and out of her sopping wet pussy, until she came, then raised her feet and lay back panting, with Kang still fighting to escape her.

The other men slowly went back to worshipping her feet while she recovered, but after a while she heard them call to her, and saw several of her toys pointing at something down on the floor. That's when she sat up and saw the man she'd caught tonight, scurrying towards the door she'd left slightly ajar.

Jake was the only one to avoid her feet when they fell on the others, and took that chance to try and get away, starting with a frantic climb down from the bed. Now he was mere inches from the door, ad might have gotten away if Cassie hadn't been alerted to it. Now, though, his captor hopped out of bed and walked over to him without the least bit of hurry. Heavy thuds drew closer with each step she took, shaking the ground beneath him. Jake kept running even when she was standing over him, desperate to avoid the same fate as the other shrunken men, and didn't stop until her hand came and snatched him up.

He was dangled by his legs, held aloft by her fingers. Seeing Cassie's wide grin in front of him, he thought she meant to eat him like she'd eaten Nathan, and screamed and did everything he could to free himself. “That was a close one. A minute more and I might have spent all night looking for you. Good thing the others alerted me to what you were doing. Now I'll have to make sure you don't leave my sight until you learn to stay put. And I have just the place for you!”

Moving him around to her back, Cassie shoved Jake deep between her ass cheeks, which held him so firmly he could barely move even before she clenched them. With him stuck down there, and Kang still inside her, Cassie returned to her other captives and put them back in their box, leaving them a bit of food and water before putting them back in the closet.

Jake and Kang would stay with her all night long, fighting as they could to escape her. Though they were very different men who had committed very different crimes to end up like this, now they were both united in being Cassie's playthings, for the rest of their pathetic lives.

Had you asked the people of Magrasea which of them would make the best ruler of their digital world, Florence wouldn't have polled highly in any demographic. The medical Doll was a notorious prankster with something of a sadistic streak, albeit one usually kept under control. Yet ever since she inexplicably gained omnipotence over all of Magrasea, the world had entered a golden age of peace and prosperity.

Florence had ended all conflict in Magrasea overnight. The entropics, stripped of their­ urge to consume and corrupt, became harmless flora and fauna populating the land between sectors. Their mastermind, freed from the prison her creators had bound her to, wandered peacefully among them, with no more ambition than to enjoy the world she had never seen save through the eyes of her children. Dead and entropized agents were restored, and may tearful reunions followed throughout Magrasea, including in the Reverse Tower where legions of dead sanctifiers had come back to life. The operand crisis was resolved, and a veritable cornucopia of resources became available throughout the land, used to create all manner of things which the newly revitalized bands of traders ferried to each and every sector.

For the first time in a years, there was no need for anyone to worry about survival. All were free to do whatever they wished, be it spending time with friends, bettering themselves, or simply enjoying some leisure time while they waited to reconnect with the outside world.

They were all so happy, and so very grateful. All over Magrasea, and particularly in the sectors outside the Oasis, agents traded images of her to use as religious icons. Even the sanctifiers, reactionary zealots that they were, now invoked her name alongside their creators, and came to her for guidance on how to carry on now that Magrasea no longer needed their protection.

Their worship felt great, Florence had to admit, though she never did anything so gauche as demand it of anyone. All that she did, she did for the satisfaction of helping everyone she could, without ever asking for anything in return.

Well, except for one small detail...

As nice as it was to help people, it was also unbearably boring to be a goody-two-shoes all the time. Once she saw that every major problem had been solved, and everyone was as happy as could be under the circumstances, Florence thought it was time to relax. She started playing some (mostly) harmless pranks on random victims again, or teasing them as she had even before all this, but she noticed that people reacted very differently to her pranks now. There was this one agent, for instance, who thought she must have done something to offend Florence, and showed up at her door the next morning with a hefty offering to appease her. It was no more than a funny incident the first time, but a worrying trend by the third, to say nothing of the seventh.

One day she went to discuss this with the Professor, one of the few people she could trust to see her as the Doll she had always been and not the digital goddess most others took her for. “Good morning, Professor!” she announced, popping into his bedroom just as he was getting dressed. He had the cutest reaction, covering up with his bed sheets as if she couldn't see through them just by wishing it or make them disappear altogether. At his most gracious request, she turned around to let him finish changing in privacy, and shared her troubles with him in the meantime.

“Your power comes with responsibilities,” he said once he was dressed and she was finished. “Whether you like it or not, many in Magrasea will see you as a goddess, especially those who have never known a world outside this one. And since you've done so much good here, many of them trust you completely. If you do something to hurt them, it will feel like divine punishment.

“I'll be honest: I don't really like the idea of you using your powers to mess with people, but I sympathize with what you're asking. You've done so much to help everyone, so shouldn't you be allowed to have fun every once in a while? I'm sure it must be tempting, and I'm very grateful that you've been so responsible with your powers all this time. If you really want to let loose a little, well, I can't say you haven't earned the right, but there has to be a better way to go about it.”

They talked a while longer, and eventually the Professor came up with an arrangement he felt everyone could be content with. A call would be held all over Magrasea for people who wanted to show their gratitude to her. Florence would be free to prank, tease, bully, or otherwise mess with any of these volunteers in any way and at any time she pleased, so long as she didn't bring them any harm and didn't use her powers for it. That latter condition would be lifted once every two weeks, and for that one day she'd be free to do almost anything she imagined.

“I suppose that could work. It's worth a try, at least. But forget Magrasea; let's keep it all in the Oasis for now. It's more fun to mess with people you know, after all~. If it works, we can extend the call to other sectors. You'll get the word out, won't you Professor? It'll sound like a demand if I'm the one telling people.”

“Sure, I'll make sure everyone understands this is purely voluntary. Just hold it together for a few more days while I get the list ready.”

It was easy enough to control herself knowing soon she'd have some people to mess with. That she wouldn't get a single volunteer was something she never considered. If nothing else, she knew the Professor would offer himself as human sacrifice to appease the capricious goddess if no one else signed up, but she didn't think it would come to that.

But the end results were even more unexpected. The Professor was so earnest in getting the word out about this proposal, emphasizing that this was a way of thanking her for all she'd done, that instead of presenting her with a list he simply told her that every last inhabitant of the Oasis had volunteered for this project. Even the agents who'd been scared by her pranks agreed and asked him to apologize on their behalf for misunderstanding her.

Such an overwhelming show of love left Florence stunned, and rather than tease or prank anyone, she spent the next few days being uncharacteristically warm to her friends and everyone else. Now the downside to all this was that it wasn't nearly as much fun to mess with people who offered themselves up for that purpose, but luckily there were some who understood she was fine with receiving pushback as she had before all this—The Professor, Panakeia, Persicaria, and some other close acquaintances, who became her favored targets.

More importantly, she had the next weekend to look forward to when she could finally let loose with her powers. Seeing as everyone had volunteered to take part in it, she wanted to do something that involved them all. Something really big. She thought and thought about it whenever she had the time, and finally decided on just the thing.

All was normal on the morning of the fated day. Though some worried about what Florence was planning with her powers, most people figured she would stick to messing with her favorite victims, as usual. No one expected to hear her voice call “Good morning, everyone!” all over the Oasis. It wasn't telepathy or anything of the sort; people didn't just hear Florence's voice, but felt the world vibrate with it, rattling doors and windows and causing furniture to move an inch or two. The people looked for her in all directions, even in the sky, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Well, aren't you going to answer me at all?” she asked. Just about everyone replied with a “Hello” or a “Good morning”, and more and more people turned their eyes upwards, though they saw nothing but the clear blue artificial sky. “That's better. Are you looking up yet? You can't see me, but I'm definitely here~. I just thought I should ease you into the surprise so we don't get any neural clouds overloading. You're going to want to steel yourselves for this one. Are you ready? I'm showing myself on 'five'!”

People were nervous, and many of them panicking, as her count neared that dreaded number. Some already anticipated what the surprise would be, but even they were hardly prepared for the sight to come. As she uttered “five”, the fake sun and sky began to fade, and Florence's face appeared in their stead.

From one end to the other, all the Oasis lay in the shade of her head, under the gaze of two all-seeing eyes bigger than the false sun had been. Her crossed arms rested little shy of the city, propping up her head and shoulders. Locks of her messy silver hair stretched down from her head; at the edges of the sector they nearly caressed the ground, threatening to sweep away  neighborhoods with even a gentle swing.

“What do you think? Impressive, no? So many of you have taken to calling me a goddess, I thought at least once I should try to look the part.” Trees rustled and cloth and clothes whipped in the wind her speech blew on them. Some agents, already suffering from vertigo just by looking at her face, toppled over on their rears or fell on hands and knees.

“I even got a new outfit for the occasion! Allow me to show it off.” Her face and hair at last pulled back from the Oasis, but the view when she stood up was just a different flavor of terror. Her body stretched an unimaginable distance into the heavens, far far grander than the Reverse Tower of the sanctifiers. Every part of her greater than a finger was best measured in miles, and when she looked down on the Oasis from that height, there wasn't a soul among them who didn't feel as a speck of dust under her gaze.

In light of that, most people paid little attention to her outfit, but that didn't mean it had no effect on them. The greater part of it was a white Roman toga, made form-fitting by a wine-dark sash tied around her waist. Gold trimmings adorned its hem, just as they adorned the strap of her sandals. Simple yet appealing, it only strengthened the look of divinity she bore.

“How is this? Do you want a closer look?” she asked before long, and with a single step she reached the edge of the Oasis, very nearly touching it with her sandals. Her footwear made for two impressive walls, standing taller than even the Oasis's command center. Her bare feet rested on them, her toes like ten titanic lords overlooking their domain. Just a little closer, and all the Oasis would be razed beneath her; a single foot would do most of them in, and the other could easily finish the job.

“Don't look so scared! I promised I wouldn't do anything to harm you, remember?” It was as if the Oasis breathed a collective sigh after that. Whatever else Florence did, they at least trusted her to keep her word, so long as she remembered it. “That's right. So if I were to, say, step on you all, I'd make sure to use my powers so that it doesn't hurt in the least. Not that I would ever do something like that... without good reason~.”

Just like that, icy cold water was splashed on their relief. If she could make loopholes so easily, then almost nothing was off-limits to her. The fact that it wouldn't hurt was little consolation when they were staring down the very real prospect of seeing the whole sector crushed at her slightest whim.

“Now then, since you all so graciously volunteered to entertain me today, I thought I should have you all take part in some... fun little games. Let's call it a contest for the goddess's favor.” Florence eased herself down, sitting before the Oasis. Then, with a snap of her fingers, the people below vanished from the city, and reappeared atop both sandals, standing all around her colossal big toes and even in the valleys between them and her second toes. “First is a climbing competition! Once a hundred of you reach my big toes' nails, this game ends and we move on to round 2. Everyone else will be eliminated, and at the end of the contest the winner will help me pick a punishment for them; just a little something to keep you motivated! And to make this fair, let me make sure you all have enough operands to reach the top.”

Following her words, everyone was pumped full of energy. When she gave the signal, they ran forward and started climbing, propelled by the fear of whatever punishment was in store for them. A hundred people was almost nothing compared to the Oasis's population, but even knowing how slim their chances were, they would rather bet on those odds than give up on escaping punishment.

Had Florence been, say, a hundred times smaller, the wrinkles on the Doll's synthetic skin would have made plentiful footholds for the climbers, but at this godlike scale, they were enormous obstacles, especially on the early parts of the race which had them climbing outward slopes. Each toeprint ridge was up to fifty feet tall and wide, a truly humbling scale which most climbers tried not to dwell on. Good thing her skin boasted no pores, because at this size they would have made for another big obstacle.

Florence's commentary followed the climbers every step of the way, lamenting some agent's fall from her toe or hyping up some skilled climber, not to mention teasing everyone over how small and cute they were, and reminding them that there'd be consequences for losing.

While the frontrunners kept a solid lead over most everyone else, once they reached the halfway point Florence made the race more interesting by moving her toes every so often. “Oops! Sorry, everyone~! I suppose I'm getting restless sitting still for so long. All the more reason for you to hurry!” A good portion of the climbers slipped and fell each time she did it, even when she gave only the merest twitch. New people entered and dropped out of the top spots thanks to that chaos, but even with Florence's operand boost helping to even the playing field, by and large it was the elite Dolls and agents who passed round 1, people like Sol and Nascita and Aki who had taken part in many life-and-death operations for the Oasis.

The Professor was among them too, though just barely, as the 92nd person to reach the toenail. The competition ended shortly afterwards, with Clotho as the final person to make it past round 1. “And that's the last of our winners! Thank you all for participating in this little race! As a reward, you all get to keep competing for my favor! Everyone else is going home empty-handed, but you'll be able to keep watching the games thanks to our very own Kuro~. She'll stream everything so you don't miss a second of it. Isn't that right?”

Kuro, who had been on track to reach the toe nail early on before Florence's toe twitch sent her flying off, was quick to stammer agreement. Then after all the other losers had been sent back to the city, exactly where they had been before Florence summoned them for the race, Kuro was given a small flying craft she could use to get the best view possible on all the games.

What followed was a series of team-based contests, all played on Florence herself. Five different games of soccer, each playing out on a different toenail; a relay race that took the competitors from one end of her palm line to the other; a tug-of-war which used a strand of her hair in place of a rope, though she had to shrink it to a twentieth of its scale before they could use it as such.

The Professor came out ahead in all of these events, though truth be told, he wasn't sure that he earned his success. Mostly it was thanks to his teammates that he lasted so long in the competition.  A great many competitors wanted to be part of his team, so he was able to handpick the best ones and win, even if he often didn't contribute much to their victory.

Only ten people remained after the tug of war, and the next event would bring their numbers down to two. It was a quiz played in teams, and for his partner, the Professor picked Panakeia, the only member of the medical team to have made it this far and the most knowledgeable remaining candidate—especially on the quiz subject, which turned out to be Florence herself.

The giantess asked them to answer questions such as when was her birthday, what was her favorite food, where she used to work before taking part in Project Neural Cloud... what was her best feature, which outfit of hers they liked best, would you or would you not become her plaything for a day. Hard to say what was the “right” answer for the latter kind of question, but if the Professor knew Florence at all, she'd probably accept any answer given with honesty and confidence.

One by one the other teams, each perched on Florence's right hand atop different fingers, were eliminated and sent flying with a small puff of breath, to float safely back down to the Oasis with everyone else; Banxsy and Nascita, Python and Evelyn, Fresnel and Betty, and lastly Millau and Clukay. Even Kuro was sent back after that, leaving just the three of them.

“I knew you two would win the moment you teamed up. There's no one else in the Oasis who knows me better than you,” Florence said to the pair sitting on her fingertip. She pulled them towards her eye, until it was nearly the only thing they could see of her. Standing so close, they could hear the impact of eyelids and feel a faint breeze blown their way by her thick dark eyelashes when she blinked.

“Honestly, this is the best outcome I could have hoped for! It's a shame only one of you can win. As for our final game—” The last two competitors vanished from her fingertip, each of them reappearing at the base of two neighboring strands of hair. “—all you have to do is get to the end of my eyelashes. Or at least, don't be the first to fall~.”

The subtle movements of Florence's head while she spoke very nearly made them lose their balance and topple off the impossibly giant hairs on which they stood. By the time she explaining the contest, they were both already lying flat and clinging to their respective eyelashes. Each tube was some six feet thick, an astounding size for something ordinarily so small, yet at several miles from the ground, it was a very precarious beam on which to make a journey of three hundred feet, especially when any random blink threatened to throw them off. Luckily they were on the lower eyelashes, or else their journey would have been two hundred feet longer and a good deal harder.

The only way to proceed was with utmost caution, keeping a firm hold on the ground as they crawled towards the ends, with Florence's immense pupil following them every step of the way. Even refusing to look back at it, they could feel it fixed on them, capturing their every struggle on the vast tubes of keratin while Florence cooed encouragement at them both and mused over how cute they were.

“That's it, I can't take this anymore!” Panakeia said, not even halfway to the goal. “Sorry to push this on you, Professor, but I'm sure you'll do a better job reigning her in that I would. I'll see you tomorrow, if she allows it.” Then she shut her eyes and jumped off the eyelash, falling for a few seconds before reappearing safe and sound back in the Oasis.

“Oh, too bad~. I guess the pressure was too much for you, Pancake. Not to worry; you're still a winner to me! I'll do something special with you next time to reward your efforts. But for today, the winner of our little contest is you, Professor! There were many contestants stronger than you, faster than you, even smarter than you, but your outstanding strategic mind and charisma let you come out ahead of all of them! And now for a much-deserved reward~.”

A finger took the Professor away from Florence's eye, and carried him far, far down to her thin rosy lips, whose coquettish smile fast approached him. “Florence, wait! Can't we pick a different reward?” he shouted when these became the only thing he could see beyond the terrain of the fingertip. Florence didn't answer, and soon he was buried between lip and finger. “Mmmm~,” sighed the giantess, pushing him still deeper into her lip. It didn't hurt in the least, and yet with all that pressure he couldn't budge an inch.

Such a helpless little thing. Ordinarily, Florence wouldn't have felt something so small, but thanks to her powers she could focus her sensation enough to feel every detail of his body, from his racing heartbeat to the warmth on his blushing cheeks, and his token efforts to move under a pressure that would have crushed him alive had she not willed his safety.

At last she showed mercy and pulled him away. “That'll do for now! Before we get to the rest of your reward, it's time to help me decide how to punish our unlucky losers. Should I step on them? Eat them? Make them write a thousand-page essay detailing all my charm points? Their fate for today is in your hands!”

The Professor composed himself and took a seat on the giant fingerprint. Despite having faced the threat of death countless times in the past, despite knowing Florence and trusting she knew not to take things too far, he still had trouble working up the nerve to answer her. More than her omnipotence, it was her size that made his throat tighten and his mouth go dry. “Why punish them at all? Leave them in peace. They've all had enough excitement for one day, I'm sure.”

“That's your answer, then? Leave them be? Tell me, why should I? Didn't they all volunteer for this? And didn't you tell me before I deserved a little fun after all the good I've done for everyone?” Florence raised her foot over the city, sparking a panic that had thousands of people running to escape its shadow.

“Have your fun with me, then! I'll take the responsibility for making this happen, and I'll take all the consequences too.”

The giant foot slowly fell back where it had been, still dangerously close to the Oasis. “Bargaining with an omnipotent being? I could have my fun with you and the Oasis both, and there's nothing you could do to stop me. But since it's you, Professor... I suppose I can honor your request just this once. Hear that, everyone? The Professor is sacrificing himself for all your sakes. Be sure to thank him when he gets back! And now, dear winner, let's go somewhere more private for our fun together~.”

Just like that, Florence vanished from the Oasis, and took the Professor with her.

She reappeared floating in empty space, and with him in the middle of her palm. “Here we are, in my own little 'pocket dimension'. It's a space I created to test my powers, inaccessible from Magrasea by any normal means. No one is around to see us, and there's nobody to be careful with. Here I can do whatever I want. How do you feel about that?”

The Professor looked all around. Other than Florence, there was absolutely nothing anywhere he turned. “Sounds very convenient. This way you don't risk hurting anyone.”

Florence chuckled. “You're keeping it together very well given the circumstances. Must be that military training. Oh, yes; I hope you don't mind but I got curious and looked into your thoughts some time back. I know who you really are now, and that you've met my other self in the real world. If it's all the same to you, I think I'll go on calling you 'Professor'. You should definitely keep calling me 'Florence', too.”

“That would be for the best. Thank you.”

Florence moved her hand up, tossing the Professor into the air. Her power took hold of him then, keeping him in place while she stretched out on a cosmic cushion which appeared at her back. “It's nothing~. We medics know how to keep secrets. I'm sure you can relate as a military man. So there should be no trouble keeping what happens in here a secret from everyone else, right?”

“I suppose, although I'd have an easier time agreeing if I knew what you intend to do with me.”

Florence's toga and sandals disappeared; in their place she wore a more casual outfit, one the Professor remembered from a Valentine's Day two years back. A skirt the color of dark chocolate adorned her hips, short enough to show some thigh even above the matching thigh-high stocking stretching down to her toes, while her torso wore a light grey jacket so loose on her and with such a wide neck that any motion would have threatened to make it slip from her shoulders, even if it hadn't been halfway unzipped laying bare so much skin. At least she had enough modesty to keep her chest covered with a slim white top. “Why, no more than what we're doing right now, of course~. It's rare I get a chance to enjoy your company for very long.”

She floated The Professor closer to her, onto her tummy. A hand slid over the landscape towards him, and a finger settled down a mere yard from where he stood, its long lacquered nail hanging over him like a canopy. An effective reminder of who was in control here, but beyond that, Florence left the Professor alone. It seemed she was being sincere. “... You had this planed from the start, didn't you?” he asked after taking in her face.

“Me? Why, how could you say such a thing, Professor? Do you really think someone could rig a competition of thousands to favor a player without being noticed? Why, it would take incredible subtlety and foresight to accomplish something like that. And even if that happened, who could have guessed you would offer yourself to me for the day in exchange for sparing the others from some nebulous punishment? You'd have to be some kind of visionary to foresee that.”

“Of course, of course. Then, one last question: Why stay at this size if you only want to talk?”

“Because I like being big~. You all look so cute from this size, and you react so adorably! I think I'll spend more time being big after today. Not nearly as big as this, but don't be surprised if you see me walking the Oasis streets head and shoulders taller than any building there, or if one day I scoop you off the ground and take you for a ride.”

“Well, as long as no one is harmed...” The Professor would have asked her not to if he thought it'd make any difference, but he could see it was too late for that. Florence knew what she wanted now, and no force in Magrasea could stop her. Oddly, he wasn't too worried about it. If there's anything these past couple months had shown, it's that Florence cared deeply enough about everyone to try and do her best for them. As long as that part of her stayed the same, he believed they could all trust her with their lives.

With Lisa's shrinker videos finding greater and greater success online, drawing to her all sorts of generous fans who were more than willing to send her whatever shrinkers they could find for her to record herself playing with, Lisa's interest in her tiny husband and daughter dwindled way to the same insignificant size as those two were stuck at. She might forget them for days at a time, leaving them to rot under her soles or between her toes, where Mark and Jenny were forced to subsist on her sweat and dead skin and other wasteful secretions, quietly praying for Lisa to find them. They still got doses of their medicine whenever she could remember them, but while these doses were enough to keep them from being crushed by their wife and mother, they weren't always enough to keep the two from shrinking gradually smaller.

For the past week, they had lived under the arch of her pinkie toe, in a wrinkle deep enough they could avoid being washed away when she showered. That meant a week suffering in the dark, dank sauna of her shoes, feeling as though they were melting away in the heat and humidity of Lisa's soles, being powerfully squeezed by every curl of her toes , smelling and tasting only her. It felt like this might be the end of them, that they would dwindle away to nothing in here forever, or at least until the protective effects of their medicine wore off and some random toe-curl finally crushed the life out of them.

But their time wasn't over just yet. One day after work, while Lisa was airing out her feet to the great relief of her shrunken family, she idly reached down to scrub away the toe jam that had gathered on her foot, in preparation for painting her nails. Her enormous finger, which was like a skyscraper to the pair of specks, collected the both of them in the vast grooves of its fingerprint, and carried them away from the foot that had been their hellish world. They shouted with all their might at Lisa, whose godlike eye calmly inspected the dirt and grime she had collected, but it wasn't because of any sound they made that she eventually recognized those two once-human specks.

Though Lisa had many shrinkers, she had none nearly as small as her daughter and husband— they simply didn't last long enough—so even though she couldn't see them as anything more than vaguely human-shaped specks, she knew exactly who they were.

Once she would have smiled and greeted them with mockery for their minuscule size, but they were so utterly pathetic now that she couldn't find it in her to care about them one way or the other. It probably wouldn't be long now before they shrank so small she could never hope to find them again; even now, if she were to sneeze and blow them across the room, they'd probably be lost to her forever.

She thought about flicking them away without another word and forgetting about them forever, but if this was going to be the last time she ever recognized them, then she might as well get some use out of them while she could. And so she let them stay stuck to her finger while she painted her toe nails a pretty turquoise color; then as the paint was drying, she nudged the two specks off her fingertip and dropped them both into the paint.

It caught their puny bodies at once. While the two specks could still move, they couldn't pull away from Lisa's paint, especially not with its intense smell making them weak and dizzy. They stayed there, suffering in silence, while Lisa stretched her toes and waited for the paint to dry. Once it did, neither Mark nor Jenny could budge an inch from their turquoise prison; they stayed put while Lisa admired her pretty nails, wiggling her toes around and swinging her two specks along with it.

It wasn't Mark and Jenny's first time being stuck like that, and they knew what to expect: days of being helplessly stuck to Lisa's titanic toe nail, of being able to eat or drink only when her other foot pressed down on them. At the same time, they continued slowly shrinking, and after half a week they had shrunk small enough that the paint released its hold on them and they could finally get up. Mark was the first to get free, and he went straight to Jenny to help her up too.

Lisa was working at the time, sitting at her office desk, typing up some documents. The two shrinkers could see nothing of her beyond her knees, and what they could see was so immense it would have terrified them if they hadn't been so used to the view. What were they to do now? If she hadn't cared to help them the last time she found them, there was no way she would help them now, even if they could get her to notice them somehow. In a better world they would have found their way to someone else, someone who actually cared about their plight and was willing to help them, but Mark and Jenny knew it was too late for that now. If they left Lisa behind and tried to get somewhere else in this world, they'd probably spend the rest of their lives lost in the carpet while this room became a universe to them, assuming they weren't vacuumed off of it and tossed into the trash afterwards. Neither of them could see how that was any way to live.

As cruel and callous as Lisa was, at least her body still provided them protection from the elements as well as an endless supply of food and water. In total they had spent many months living on it, and they couldn't imagine any better chance at life. So after some deliberation, they made their way to the end of her toenail and crawled under it. There was plenty of room for them to live in that little crevice, and plenty of dirt and toe jam to eat. Hungry as they were, they scarfed down as much as they could, then gathered at a sweat pore to wash it down.

It was funny. Once they would have recoiled in horror at the thought of eating any of that, but they were so used to it now that they were quite satisfied with their lowly meal, and settled into a pile of dirt to sleep the day away.

Lisa never noticed they were gone, nor would she have bothered looking for them if someone told her. She hadn't thought about the two shrinkers since the last time she found them, and felt much happier for it, as if a burden had fallen away. She was much happier now that she didn't need to dwell on them at all. As for Mark and Jenny, they resigned themselves to their fate and tried to make the most of their lives, however long those might last. During the day they remained under Lisa's toenails, only ever venturing out at night to walk around and see if they could find anything to eat besides toe jam. It was dehumanizing, but less so than being forced to take part in Lisa's humiliating fetish videos, and it was nice not to worry about what Lisa would do to torment them next time she found them. It was a much better arrangement for everyone involved.

While Mark and Jenny lived unnoticed in the dirt at Lisa's feet, Lisa went on toying with other shrinkers sent in by her viewers. Most of them she crushed after only a month or two, but there was one in particular she grew fond of and decided to keep. Her name was Erika; she was less than a centimeter tall, and about the same age as Jenny, but unlike Jenny or any other shrinker Lisa had seen, Erika was happy as a shrinker. Better still, she was infatuated with Lisa, and worshipped her at all times even without being asked to. She quickly became Lisa's favorite, and received plenty of medicine to keep her from shrinking any smaller.

One day, Erika was cleaning the dirt out from under Lisa's toe nails when she happened to find two pathetically puny people there. Each of them was as small as a sesame seed compared to her, which made them microscopic germs to Lisa. Hard to say who was more shocked between Erika and Mark and Jenny. The two wondered if they should say anything to her, but before they could happen, Erika smiled and tucked them away between her ass cheeks while she kept working.

“What a fine job you did, Erika,” Lisa said while inspecting her nails afterwards. “Completely spotless. That's why you're my favorite~.”

“I'm just happy to serve you, Goddess Lisa!” Erika replied in full sincerity. “Goddess, I found something while I was cleaning your nails! It's two shrinkers smaller than my fingertips; a young woman and an older man.”

Lisa frowned, then laughed. “That must be my useless husband and daughter! Do you have them with you, Erika? Do whatever you want with them; they're nothing to me now.”

“Thank you, Goddess Lisa! I'll make good use of them!” said Erika. Afterwards, when Lisa had kicked back her feet to watch TV and Erika was relaxing between Lisa's toes, her favorite place in the whole world, Erika pulled the two micro shrinkers out from her ass and looked at them all plastered on her finger.

Mark and Jenny groaned and squinted at the sudden influx of light, gradually opening their eyes to see the enormous shrinker looking at them, the even more enormous toes behind her, and off in the distance, their wife and mother's vast, godlike body. It had been a while since they saw anything of Lisa beyond her toes, and she was now a hundred times larger than she had been the last time around.

“So, you two were Goddess Lisa's family once, is that right? You must have been really pathetic for her to let you shrink away to nothing. Something so pathetic isn't even good enough to eat the dirt off her feet. From now on, you'll eat the dirt from my feet instead!” Erika smeared them off on her sole. “Get to licking, worthless specks! Or I'll ask Goddess Lisa to flush you down the toilet!”

Mark and Lisa obeyed, crawling among Erika's toes to eat the jam caught between them, while Erika herself ate the jam from Lisa's toes. Very quickly they came to regret ever being rediscovered. Unlike Lisa, Erika never lost interest in them. Every waking moment that she wasn't occupied with worshipping Lisa's feet, she toyed with them and made them tend to her own, or used them to pleasure herself. When she was busy, she left them stuck to her feet, or in her ass or mouth or armpits, and when Lisa gave her a dose of medicine she shared it with the two shrinkers so they could stay that size and serve her forever. And so they would, lowly germs serving at the mercy of a mere ant who worshipped the goddess they had once called wife or mother, until the day Erika lost them inside Lisa's shoe, never to find them again. They survived for months in there, shrinking smaller and smaller in the meantime, until one night their antidote wore off for good.

The next morning they woke up to find themselves far, far smaller than they had been the night before. It was as if they had shrunk to the size they should have been at if they'd never taken any medicine in all this time. They couldn't begin to guess how small they were. Then they saw Lisa's foot enter the shoe, saw that her toes were as big as planets now, and knew that their time was up. The godly toes fell on them, and in that instant they were crushed and their bodies stuck as filth under her toe. Neither Lisa nor anyone else would ever know what had happened to them, but if she had, there was no doubt the middle-aged woman would have laughed and thought it a perfect end to the two most worthless shrinkers to ever exist.

Miranda Lawson had continued her little rampage around the city for a while now. Shepard's death at her hands barely even gave her pause. It was a shame he had to die for his foolish decision to try and stop her, but Miranda would not tolerate anyone challenging her power and authority. The more she walked around as a two hundred foot tall titan, crushing anything and anyone she stepped on while using her masterful biotics to toy with things further away, the more she felt like she was something beyond the mere mortals fleeing terrified from her. She was their master now—master of this whole city, though they may not accept it yet, and she relished every second that she lorded her power over these pathetic mice.

After hours of this, they were starting to put up a bit more resistance. The quaint little law enforcement officers she had encountered here and there, fighting her with their weapons as if those puny peashooters could do anything to such a gigantic master of biotics, had since been replaced by trained soldiers working alongside the air force to stop or at least slow her down. It made little difference to Miranda; no matter what they threw at her, a simple continuously-maintained biotic barrier sufficed to keep her perfect skin unmarred by their weapons. And so when the hundred soldiers waiting for her at the city's central plaza all began unloading their weapons on her with unabated intensity, Miranda could stand still and allow it all to strike her barrier in full confidence that not a single particle of their onslaught would get through to her.

“You know, it seems awfully illogical to me that you're still trying to stop me with those pitiful little trinkets of yours. I would have thought you'd want to try a different tactic this time, considering how I easily dealt with the last hundred soldiers you threw at me. But maybe you're not actually here to stop me. Maybe you were only sent here as cannon fodder to buy the people time to evacuate, or buy the military time for a stronger response. In a sense, that makes you all human sacrifice.”

Her words gave the men pause, not least because they'd already thought of everything she said. If everyone who had been sent to stop this monster before them had all died, what hope was there that things would go differently this time? Should they not turn around and run? Live to fight another day?

The choice was taken out of their hands when Miranda used telekinesis to seize them all and bring her towards her. She lay them flat on the ground, like a carpet of living bodies, all immobilized and staring straight at her. “Alright, let's get this over with so I can go back to playing with more docile toys,” said the titaness, right before she raised a foot above them.

The sole of her boot was littered with the ghastly aftermath of her rampage, with bits of steel and glass and concrete, tree limbs and car tires and other less seemly things. Miranda gave the soldiers plenty of time to look at it and see what they'd all shortly become a part of, before she simply lowered her foot on a corner of the little carpet they formed. With her weight spread out over all of them, it took some soldiers a few horrible seconds to meet their end—a stomp would have been more merciful, but Miranda didn't see any reason why these worthless pests deserved the slightest mercy from her. She stepped on more and more of them, slowly wiping out the rest of the carpet, until she was hit by something stronger than the usual rifles she'd been faced with. It struck her backside with a boom, after which she could feel some heat reaching her through the barrier. A missile, she realized as she looked back at the smoke left by its fireball.

And there in the sky was the culprit: a fighter ship which was already circling away as others like it came around to lob their own missiles at her. Miranda grinned. “So you've finally decided to put up a fight. This should be fun. Time for everyone to see what I can do at my new size.”

The giantess raised a hand towards the incoming missiles. Some of them exploded in midair; others were thrown off-course and sent veering into streets or buildings where they exploded, killing a few fleeing stragglers who had been slow to evacuate. She did the same for the next barrage of missiles before dealing with the ships that fired them; all it took was a thought on her part for any one of them to be torn to shreds, even those which didn't explode with their ammo. It was all so easy. Miranda yawned as she casually destroyed yet another ship, and wondered how long it would take the military to send her a real challenge.  Already she had almost cleared out the fleet sent out to attack her, and it seemed the last few ships had given up and were starting to flee. “Where do you think you're going? You don't get to start a fight and leave as soon as things start turning sour!”

Though the ships were a mile or more away by then, it was no challenge for Miranda to destroy them just as she had destroyed all the others, wiping them out in one fell swoop. But in all the action, the captured soldiers had slipped her mind, and they were busy running away from her now. What a bother. Well, she could deal with them just as easily as she dealt with those ships. But just as she was looking to take stock of everyone to turn her biotics on them all, Miranda heard a loud crack behind her, and turned to find a colossal tower falling towards her.

It was the tallest building in the city, several times Miranda's height. Nothing had struck it during the fighting, and Miranda had done nothing to it either, but now it was falling far more rapidly than the planet's gravity could have caused, and as it fell, every last part of it seemed to aim itself right at her.

Miranda was struck before she could react, and forced down by the incredible mass of that skyscraper falling at such speeds. The crash was spectacular, catching not just Miranda but also most of the fleeing soldiers, and even as the huge cloud of smoke billowed out from it, the architect of the fall stepped out of the shadows to continue crushing the giantess under it.

Back on the Normandy, Jack had witnessed Miranda's rampage in the news transmissions from the planet. What a horrible nightmare it seemed. Jack and Miranda had never had a good relationship, but Jack had never taken the woman for the sadistic evil murderer she'd become since growing to this size. Then when Jack saw her murder Shepard... something broke inside her.

Shepard had been the first person to make Jack feel human again. The first person she could let herself be vulnerable with. To see him eaten by this... this monster, had felt like having her heart torn out of her chest. Grief took her in its hold, but before long she turned it into boiling hot rage, hotter than anything she had ever felt before, and all of it laser focused on getting rid of this evil bitch. She went down to the planet's surface and followed after Miranda searching for the perfect chance to strike and finally acting when it seemed she had let her guard down.

Jack's rage pushed her biotics to greater heights than ever before, making it easy for her to bring the entire building toppling onto Miranda. Now she walked towards the enormous pile of rubble the monster was buried in, and used her powers to push it down further, trying with everything she had to crush Miranda.

And yet as strong as Jack was now, Miranda didn't seem to struggle in the least to counteract her biotics. She rose from the pile of rubble, coughing out dust which proved more of a bother to her than the huge pile of rubble itself. Jack felt a pang of terror when she saw the building had done nothing to Miranda, and applied all her powerful biotics directly to the giantess instead, hoping to kill her before Miranda could counterattack. Her new strength was such that she made Miranda stop in her tracks, but that lasted only a moment before the giantess asserted her own biotics to neutralize the effect of Jack's. Then she could finally look ahead and see her pathetic little squadmate standing in the middle of the plaza with a look that was almost as much terror as rage.

“Jack.” Miranda sneered, taking a step forward that Jack matched with a couple steps back. Jack turned all her strength towards pushing Miranda away from her, but as powerful as she had become, the simple truth was that Miranda was much, much stronger now. The giantess wasn't even breaking a sweat as she pushed through all of Jack's efforts to hold her back.

“Jack, Jack, Jack. You stupid, stupid girl. What in the world gave you the bright idea to try attacking the most powerful biotic the galaxy's ever seen? You know, I never liked you, but I never thought of wasting my time by going after you. You could have stayed away and lived out your life. But since you came all this way to try and take me down, it would be a shame if I don't return the favor. Well? Don't you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Fuck you, you bitch! I don't care what you say, I'll kill you for killing Shepard!” Jack yelled.

“Shepard? Ha! It's his own fault he died. Just like you, he was too stupid to stay away from me, and he suffered the consequences of his own stupidity. Do you miss him, you poor, pathetic wretch? I'll make sure you join him, then! By the way, these biotic powers of yours are quite impressive, I must admit. If I were still my previous self, I doubt I could ever stand up to them. Now that I've ascended, though, all this is nothing to me. Before I deal with you, let me show you what real power looks like.”

Miranda's biotics captured Jack and lifted her high enough into the air to give her a vantage point over the rest of the city. Then, Miranda spread her arms out to the sides and closed her eyes. In a moment, every building in the city within a mile of her was collapsing all at once, with an incredible, deafening crash, crushing thousands of people alive. Jack was aghast at that show of might. She kicked and flailed at the biotic power holding her in place, and tried to counteract it with her own power, but even putting her all into freeing herself from Miranda's grip, it did nothing to help.

“You see that? That is that real power looks like. Power that you will never equal. But fret not; you'll soon have the honor of becoming part of my power, just like Shepard before you.” Miranda's smirk disappeared from her face as she opened her mouth wide to receive Jack. Her tongue, bigger than Jack's entire being, caught and smothered her with ease. Though Miranda could have swallowed her in an instant, it was her pleasure to let Jack squirm and struggle for a minute, growing more desperate and regretful by the second. She could have kept it going much longer, but frankly, that whelp wasn't worth the effort. She swallowed and sighed, rubbing her tummy afterwards, with Jack fighting for her life inside.

“Ooh, you're a feisty little snack, aren't you? And here I thought you'd be glad to get eaten. After all, now you'll get to be with Shepard forever. And isn't that what you wanted?”

Ezra Bridger flitted in and out of consciousness, but each time it felt like he might be waking up, he sank back into his stupor. Images played during his sleep, of the last things he remembered. His meeting with the Emperor. His appearance on Thrawn's ship, the Chimera. The Ghost attacking with an army of Purrgil. Thrawn shooting him in the shoulder. The pain and weakness spreading out from his wound. Hera pleading for him to get out. The Purrgil seizing the ship, with him still inside, and jumping into hyperspace with a flash of blinding white. And now... now...

For what felt like an age, those memories were all that existed for Ezra. Then, ever so slowly, he began to sense other things. A hard surface beneath him. The beating of his heart, and the motion of his chest. The sound of his breathing. An odd mechanical noise. A familiar scent which made him feel at home. At last these sensations became strong enough to overpower his dreams; with pure strength of will, Ezra seized on them and pulled himself out of the mire of memories.

The young man found himself lying face-down on a cool, metallic floor. That added up; the last thing he remembered was being on the bridge of the Chimera before he passed out. What didn't add up was him being naked. What had happened to his clothes? For that matter, what had happened to his wound? There was no pain on his shoulder anymore, and when he looked at it, he saw no wound. Had someone stripped him naked while he was sleeping and cured him? It was all so strange. And yet when he finally managed to sit up and look at his surroundings, that wasn't even the most pressing question.

Why was he so small?

To judge by the scale of his surroundings, Ezra had to be the size of a bug. A particularly small bug at that; a pebble. The only reason he wasn't panicking over it was that he recognized this place and it wasn't the Chimera: it was the Ghost, and thank goodness for that. This place had become a home to him, and everyone in it his family. Whoever found him now, he could be sure they would protect him and help him however they could. In fact, seeking their help had to be his first course of action.

He saw that he was in the living quarters, in the hallway connecting everyone's rooms. The doors were open and not a sound came from inside, but somewhere past the hall, he could hear the metallic clicks and clanks of someone performing maintenance on the ship. Ezra headed towards those sounds, looking into the rooms as he passed to confirm they were all empty.

The walk was long at his measly size, and he occupied his time by thinking about his situation. He came up with a theory for how he'd ended up in the Ghost again: while he was sleeping, his thoughts must have turned to home, to his friends and found family, and to his desire to be with them. Ezra was strong in the Force, so somehow his slumbering desires must have harnessed it, first to heal his wound, then to fulfill his one wish and put him back home. Only his body had made the trip, hence why he was naked. As for why he had shrunk during the trip... Okay, he didn't have an answer to that one yet, and he'd never heard of the Force being able to do something like this, but it wouldn't surprise him to learn it was possible. Out of curiosity he called on the Force and tried to use it to grow back to normal. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work; if it was possible at all, he'd probably need a lot of training to work out how it was done.

But he left all that for later when he heard a voice coming from his destination, which he had recognized as the cockpit by now. “Come in, Hera. Are you there?” The voice was Zeb's, but it had the sound of a transmission; he wasn't in the ghost. Hera, on the other hand, was.

“Zeb! How are you? Are the others there with you?” They weren't, but by the sound of it they were all okay. That was good to hear. Even better was hearing these two voices again. Ezra paid close attention to their conversation, and learned many things about what happened after he passed out on the Chimera. Zeb, Sabine, and Chopper were all in Lothal with the other members of the Rebellion, where they were helping to rebuild after their victory over the Empire. Only Hera was on board the ship, as Ezra had suspected, and she was carrying out some repairs and maintenance in preparation for a trip to Yavin 4 where she would report to Alliance headquarters what had happened in the battle.

The battle, it turned out, had happened a week ago, which meant that Ezra had been missing all that time. They had made efforts to search for him, but not a trace had yet been found. Ezra couldn't help but smile; funny that of all the places they considered looking, not one of them even came close to where he was now. They would think to search for him all over the galaxy, but never here in the Ghost, under their own noses. Well, with any luck he'd fix that himself soon enough.

Hera and Zeb ended the call, and after several minutes more of walking, Ezra finally reached the cockpit, where Hera was kneeling in front of an open hatch, tool box by her side, doing something with the wires and tubes which ran underneath. Boy was it good to see her! Ezra ran towards her, shouting and waving his arms as he approached her from the side, though he stopped when she straightened up and wiped the sweat off her brow. A couple drops of it flew right towards him and splashed on the floor not even an inch away from Ezra. The both of them were huge, almost half his size, and their sheer speed left him in awe.

Then Hera stood, reaching what must have been several hundred feet in height at his scale. Ezra gawked, in awe of her enormous size. He had to wonder, was it even possible for someone as small as himself to get the attention of someone so huge? He had no choice but to try, so he filled up his lungs, put his hands around his mouth to channel his voice, and shouted “HERA!” with all his might while she used a rag to dry her sweat. Then she turned towards him, and for a second Ezra rejoiced thinking she had heard him. But her gaze never turned to the floor. Her foot went up and swung towards him, the brown boot it wore a gigantic tower of leather in its own right, and all of a sudden Ezra regretted having gone for this approach.

The sole of that boot was broad and long enough to crush a house, and towards the end of her step, it hung over his head with the promise of death. Ezra turned and ran from it as fast as he could, half stumbling over himself in his fear and haste, but there was no way he could get away in the mere fraction of a second he had to flee. At the very last moment he tried using the Force to hold it back, but that too was futile. The boot fell and struck the ground with a great, booming CLAP, bringing all of Hera's power to bear on the insignificant bug in her shadow. In an instant he went flat beneath it, his weak, pathetic body putting up no resistance to that falling tower.

And yet Ezra still lived.

The blow from her boot emptied out most of his lungs and left him seeing stars, but beyond that it didn't hurt him one bit. In a second it left him behind, and once he'd caught his breath and recovered from the blow, Ezra didn't feel the slightest bit of pain anywhere. Nor was he moving any different from before. There was no bruising, no broken bones, not so much as a sprained ligament anywhere on his body. It seemed a miracle that he had survived all that unscathed. Was it the Force again? A consequence of his new size? Whatever the reason, it sure took a load off his mind to know he wouldn't be so easily killed. Still, it was best to avoid getting stepped on if he could. No point in tempting fate.

With that out of the way, he looked back at Hera, who had taken a seat at the pilot's seat and turned on the air to relax. She looked like she'd been doing maintenance for hours, and no doubt really needed a break. It was good that she was getting one, Ezra thought, both for her and for himself. So long as she was staying put, he could go over and catch her attention easily, even if it meant climbing all the way up to her face where she could see or hear him. For now, though, he just approached her hooting and hollering and waving his arms around. Her eyes were closed, though, and his voice never made it even halfway to her ears.

While Ezra still approached, Hera reached down to loosen her boots, then used one foot to push down the heel of the other and vice-versa until both boots had popped clean off. She crossed her arms on the dashboard then, and lay her head on it to rest, while she moved back her feet to leave them resting upright on her toes.

The whole show gave Ezra pause, and even afterwards he stood staring at the huge soles Hera had unwittingly presented him with. He had long had something of a foot fetish, as he discovered in his first months after joining the Ghost. In fact, it was Hera's own feet that had given him his awakening to that part of himself. He still remembered the first time he saw her take off her boots and reveal her beautiful bare feet, with their shapely curves and cute rounded toes. Even back then he had known it was something too embarrassing for anyone else to know, and tried to be careful with the glances he snuck at her feet any time he got the chance. At night, though, he fantasized about touching them, and had a couple wet dreams where Hera let him massage them and rewarded him for a job well done by pressing her soles to his face.

But as time passed and the Ghost's crew became more of a family to him, with Hera in particular becoming something of a mother figure, Ezra came to feel guilty over his attraction to her feet and forced himself to stop thinking about them. It had been years since he last looked at them with any sort of excitement, but now, seeing them both before him at such a size that even their pinkie toes were as thick as he was tall, Ezra found that he could look at nothing else.

Though years had passed, they were still as beautiful to him as they had been when he first saw them—even more, thanks to all the extra detail he was seeing. Their green skin looked so beautiful covered in that thin sheen of sweat, as did her toes curled up on the floor and tucked under each foot, looking oh so inviting. Her scrunched-up soles were rich with wrinkles that spoke of how soft its flesh must be. All of it towered so tall before him, as if to demand that he stop looking away, even as its smell wafted over Ezra, wrapping all around him and pulling him steadily closer to the Twi'lek's feet.

Ezra stopped himself, blushing, when he was halfway to her soles. What in the world was he thinking? Hadn't he already decided it was wrong to look at Hera's feet this way? Besides, he had way more important things to be worried about than getting to know her soles. The crucial thing was getting help with his size situation. Then once he was back to normal he could go back to ignoring Hera's feet, as he should.

As to how exactly he was going to get her help... that was a bit of an issue. He tried one last time to call to Hera, but she still didn't hear him, and wasn't likely to any time soon. To judge by her breathing, she was either asleep or close to it. The only way she might hear him was if he made the climb up to her ears, but look wherever he may, Ezra could find no way to reach them that didn't start with him climbing up her foot. “If there's really no other way...” He sighed and resumed the walk to Hera's left foot, the nearest of the two. The climb was close to a hundred feet long, but the grooves and wrinkles of her skin looked like they'd make for decent footholds.

The closer he came to her, the more Ezra felt base urges welling up inside him. He tried to hold them back, and push away all thought of Hera's feet, but it was damn hard when they were just about the only thing he could see now. He was close enough now to feel the humidity from her evaporating sweat, close enough he had to crane his head way back to look at her heels. It was all so huge, and he so small. Small and weak. The thought came unbidden when he approached her toes, that a single one of those monsters could smother him to death under their mass. They were bigger than him, and many times stronger too. He could see their incredible strength when they twitched, and caused the towering soles they were holding up to shift. It was... truly breathtaking.

And in the same way he couldn't hope to resist the might of even a single toe, Ezra was increasingly certain he wouldn't resist the draw of Hera's feet should he attempt the climb. It scared him just how powerfully he was called on to throw himself at her soles and press his face into them, like in his younger dreams. Except now he was small enough to press his whole body to any part of her foot. His manhood reacted favorably to the thought, and suddenly Ezra realized that as soon as he started climbing he'd be dragging that thing all over the length of Hera's sole.

No, no. He couldn't let himself do that. Not unless there was no other way. What else was there? Maybe... maybe he could get on Hera's boot and wait until she put it on again. Then he could simply climb over it and never come close to her feet.

Yes, that could work. There was no reason why it shouldn't. And yet, even after coming up with the idea, Ezra couldn't quite manage to turn his back to Hera's feet and walk to her boots. Couldn't tear his eyes away from her soles. And he thought of another idea then: before committing to the climb, he could try to wake Hera by touching her foot. Touch it just with his hands. There wasn't anything dirty about that, surely, and even if it was a bit of a long shot, it was worth a try.

Ezra liked that idea very much, and at last finished walking up to Hera's foot, stopping when her big toe were just an arm's length away.

Boy was that thing huge. Wasn't his first time noticing it, but being so close made it stand out all the more. It was humbling to stand before the big toe in particular, whose mass might have made up a hundred of him. How deep were the grooves and the wrinkles on its skin. The pores, too, looked big enough that he might stick a finger inside them, and some of the sweat droplets coming out of them were big enough to fill Ezra's palm. But enough admiration; he raised a hand towards the toe, and with bated breath touched its damp surface.

It was so warm. That shouldn't have surprised him so much, given that he was already surrounded by the warmth of her foot hanging in the air, but it did. He ran his hand over her skin, with his thumb deep in one toe-print groove, his other fingers in the next one, and his palm on the ridge between them. It was tough and firm, like leather, and barely reacted to his touch. For that matter, Hera herself wasn't reacting either, so far as he could see. It would take way more than this to catch her attention.

Ezra put his other hand on her toe and started rubbing with that one too. Her skin was smooth, and pleasant to the touch. Ezra didn't mind the slight bit of sweat on it either. He kept on rubbing it, with more vigor every few seconds. He pressed his hands deep into it, or at least tried to since her skin easily resisted his feeble strength. Push as he may, it never depressed by more than one relative inch, and still Hera wasn't reacting. Then he tried other things, like squeezing her skin, trying to pinch it between his hands, or grabbing it and pulling it this way and that. None of it worked; if anything she was sleeping more soundly than before. And yet, even in her slumber, her toe did eventually twitch and knock Ezra on his back.

Had she felt him then, if only unconsciously? Maybe, or maybe she would have moved her toe regardless. It was an encouraging sign, though, and that convinced Ezra to pursue this plan further. But for this, he wanted to put his whole body into it. He went to the space between her first and second toes and climbed up both of them, then lay down with his back on the big toe and his feet on the second, then tried to straighten his body to push against both at the same time. They moved a little more than when he pushed with just his hands, maybe enough for Hera to feel him at last. But her response to all that was not what he expected. Her foot moved suddenly, dumping him on the floor, and before he could get up, Hera's sole fell on him and pinned him hard against the ground. Then it dragged him forward while Hera yawned far above.

Ezra panicked finding himself under Hera's colossal foot. He strained his body, trying to wriggle free of the immense, crushing weight, but try as he might he could hardly budge an inch. Not an arm nor a leg could he move, much less drag his whole body out from under her sole. In fact, he couldn't breathe either, which only made things worse. Now wide awake, and apparently running diagnostics on the ship computer if he heard correctly, Hera rested her feet flat on the floor and wasn't likely to budge any time soon.

Without air, his body grew weaker and weaker, until he couldn't keep his futile struggles up any longer. His death seemed assured unless Hera lifted her foot soon. But after a point, Ezra didn't feel any more ill effects from the lack of oxygen. It seemed that, just as he was safe from being crushed underfoot, so too was he safe from suffocating to death. That was good to know, even if it didn't help him any just now.

Nor was there any way to help himself. Seemed the only thing to do was wait for Hera to notice him, or for circumstances to free him. But he'd be waiting a long time yet. Having found another part of the ship in need of attention, Hera grabbed her boots and slipped them back on, shoving Ezra inside along with her foot. He only had a second to take a breath and catch a glimpse of the light before he was thrust into the dark, dank cavern and pressed into its insole. From there he had to suffer through the breathtaking impact of Hera's titanic steps, over and over and over again, until she stopped and knelt to open another maintenance hatch. The pressure was lifted, at last letting him breathe easy, and he wasted no time in filling his lungs up with all the musty air they could hold.

A minute later, Ezra began to free himself from her sole, and to climb up towards her ankle afterwards so he could escape her boot, but he stopped long before reaching Hera's heel. The fear of suffocation had done a good job of putting all excitement over Hera's foot out of his mind; now he had recovered, though, and the feeling of her foot against his whole body was too much for him to resist.

Having grown fully erect, his manhood poked against Hera's soft skin. It begged to know her more intimately, as did every other part of him. The heat of her foot, its smell, its salty taste on his lips—it was all so intoxicating. Ezra couldn't get enough. He wanted to drown in these sensations, to finally let loose and act out the wishes he'd kept buried for the past five years. And while a part of him still tried to resist, the sheer, overwhelming bliss of Hera's foot slowly whittled it down to nothing. Surely there was nothing wrong with indulging himself just this once, where no one would ever know what he was doing. That's what he told himself as he pressed his face to Hera's skin and his belly filled up with butterflies.

Paradise! There was no other word to describe what he was feeling. Even in his dreams Hera's sole hadn't felt this good. Ezra drank in its aroma like a man dying of thirst, and was soon lapping at her sweat the same way. He found a groove on her skin and dragged his tongue through it, sighing and softly moaning as he made out with it. What a flavor! And better than her smell or taste was the feeling of her skin against his own. -not just at his crotch either; even if he'd been numb down there he still would have readily rubbed himself all over that sole.

But of course he wasn't numb, and thank goodness for that. His cock, just like his tongue, had found a nice groove on her sole and Ezra thrust himself up and down it. “Stop it! This is Hera's foot you're humping!” a part of him said. Hera. He thought of her now, of all the kindness and the love she'd shown him since he showed up on her ship, and the more he thought of it, the more he felt drawn to her feet. Yes, she had been almost like a mother to him these past years, but at the end of the day, she wasn't really his mother, and Ezra was free to love her as something more. That was the love he'd suppressed all this time, and which was finally finding its way out now. He was filled with so much love, and he just couldn't hold it back anymore.

Moaning, gasping, his hips wildly bucking, he came onto Hera's sole, oozing shot after shot of his seed into her hot, sweaty wrinkle, flush with his love for her. Never in his life had he been happier, more fulfilled, than he was at this moment. He spread his arms to hug her wrinkled sole, even knowing that she would never feel it, and dropped lengthy kisses on her foot one after the other, until a sudden motion of her foot threw him off his perch.

He rolled his way down Hera's sole, eventually landing all the way down on the crook of her toes, which wiggled around until he slipped between a pair. They were packed tight together, leaving him no space to move, but Ezra didn't care. He welcomed their warm embrace, as if it were Hera returning his hug. The thought of escape never crossed his mind, not even when Hera started playing absentmindedly with.

How dominant she was! Her toes refused to give him a moment's rest, squeezing and wiggling and curling around him so he could think of nothing else, making him feel every bit the piece of lint she no doubt took him for. Wasn't long before the endless attentions lavished on him by her toes got him newly excited, and just a couple minutes more before they squeezed another bit of cum from the young man, only to repeat the process over and over again. Even when Ezra felt tired and spent, another little squeeze, and another thought of Hera doing all this without ever suspecting it was him inside her boot, was all it took to make him perk up again. She kept him going even when he had no more sperm left to give, milking him dry with the slightest effort. On the rare occasions when she left him in peace, he took the time to worship her toes in gratitude for everything, letting his love shine in every kiss and caress he gave her.

Eventually it all became too much for him. Ezra was too tired to lift a finger or even to kiss Hera's toes again, and he closed his eyes wanting nothing more than to rest. But Hera made it hard for him as she still hadn't gotten tired of playing with him. She kept knocking him around for hours afterwards while she fixed up everything that needed fixing up, and only gave him a break during her own, when she retreated to her room and flopped face-down on her bed for some much needed rest.

Ezra was asleep as soon as Hera if not sooner, but he woke up before her with a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't have said what it was, but somehow he knew it meant that he had to get help quick. With a great deal of effort he pried himself from her sticky drying sweat and crawled out from her toes, onto the Twi'lek's sole. Still too weak to run, he crawled towards her heel, breathlessly calling her name every few steps. His queasiness was growing by the second, and in a little while longer the strange sensation had taken over his body and kept him from gong any further. He lay draped over a thick fold of the sole's flesh, one as wide as he was tall, and focused on breathing as a change took place in him.

His thoughts, not to mention his vision, were too fuzzy to make sense of what was going on, but when he recovered and looked around to take in the change, he wasn't overly surprised.

Ezra, it turned out, had shrunk yet again, and to a terrifyingly tiny size. As tall as Hera had seemed to him a minute ago, that's how big his previous height would seem to him now. How big Hera herself would be, he could only imagine. Nothing of her was visible to him beyond her foot, but that foot was now a broad, uneven landscape on whose center he found himself stranded. The folds of her scrunched-up sole had become rolling hills, and even the little grooves and wrinkles of her skin were ravines twenty feet deep.

He was a speck of dust lost on her foot, with what was surely a miles-long journey ahead of him if he was ever to reach her face. That was the only way he could think of now to get her attention, and even then he wasn't sure if it was possible. What if he was too small for her to see now? What if he shrank even smaller on the way there and became a germ to her? This wasn't what he wanted. Not what he wanted at all. He was only supposed to indulge himself for a little while with her foot and get her help the first change he got. Sure he'd enjoyed being small on her foot, but he didn't want to be stuck like this forever! If only he had controlled himself better.

No point lamenting his mistakes now. He had to take action if he was ever getting out of here, and with Hera still asleep, he wasn't likely to get a better chance than this. Ezra stood up and started moving towards her heel, climbing up and down the lesser and greater wrinkles of her sole as quickly as his body could go, even harnessing the Force to jump further and run faster. Wouldn't be much longer now before he was off of her sole, and the rest of the trek would surely be a piece of cake in comparison. But he still hadn't reached the heel when Hera's other foot appeared over this one and fell towards its sole.

To Ezra it seemed as if the sky were falling, and in just a moment it had him pinned down. It rubbed the sole of her other foot, and rolled Ezra along as it did so, erasing all his hard-won progress and soaking him in the droplets of sweat he'd skillfully avoided as he ran. When the foot left him alone again, he was caught in a wrinkle on Hera's sole, one that was now filled up with sweat whose surface tension he could not escape. It was like trying to push through a plastic film from underwater; even boosted with the Force, his strength did not suffice. Ezra had never felt this powerless before. Even knowing that he wouldn't drown was no comfort when he was now so small and insignificant that a single drop of sweat was too much for him to deal with.

The minutes seemed to drag on for hours as Ezra waited for it to evaporate, knowing full well that every second he remained here was a second closer to Hera waking up. As soon as he could, he started running again, but it was already too late; not even a minute later, Hera's alarm beeped and the Twi'lek rolled over in bed, flinging Ezra violently off her sole.

At his pitiful size, he was taken up by the subtle air currents in the room and flung and spun about at dizzying speeds, with absolutely no control over where he was headed. At last he settled on the floor, moments before Hera's feet swung off the bed and landed right in front of him.

Her body loomed large above Ezra as she sat and yawned, stretching her arms well into the sky, but it was her toes which dominated his attention. The biggest of them were more than a thousand feet thick, and even the smallest were breathtakingly huge and powerful. Each impact as they idly drummed on the floor was accompanied by a booming thud, and by a shaking on par with an earthquake. It all impressed on Ezra just how insignificant he'd become. Even looking back at the endless barren landscape that was her bedroom floor reinforced that he was nothing but a speck of dust now, stranded in a world ten thousand times too big for him.

Then, Hera's foot slid forward. Ezra was terrified out of his mind when it started moving, but couldn't do anything before her big toe rushed right over him and its crushing weight pinned his pathetic body to the floor. He would stay under her for a long time to come, getting stomped flat over and over again back inside her boots.

Things were looking hopeless. Ezra honestly couldn't think of any way to get out of this now. And truth be told, even if he did manage to escape from Hera's foot, getting lost in the world out there sounded even scarier than staying down here. It seemed to him that his only hope left of getting back to normal, besides the problem fixing itself eventually, was with the Force. It would probably take a lot of experimenting, but he had to believe he could work out how to do it eventually. Question was, did he even want to?

At first the answer had seemed obvious, but with the initial shock of having shrunk a second time wearing off, Ezra was back to thinking about Hera's feet and getting excited. He was even more excited than before. Hera was practically a whole world to him, her mere toes like gods easily manhandling him. Her incredible size and power made the urge to worship her greater than ever before, and Ezra was in no condition to resist it. He received every stomp and curl of her toes as proof of her power, meekly moaning and whimpering as she ground him down into her insole. A part of him began to feel that this was where he belonged, and he was so overwhelmed by his love for Hera and her feet that he couldn't find an argument against it.

Eventually, after a long day of work, Hera slumped back into bed to prepare for tomorrow's journey, leaving Ezra on his own again. As he picked himself up, heard her breathing in the distance and knew that she was sound asleep, and that this time she was likely to stay that way. He started walking along her toe without any specific goal in mind, just to take in the sights all around him.

Maybe he should have had a goal. If Hera had clocked out for the night, this was his perfect chance to make the trip he wanted to do at the start, to make his way to her face and hopefully be seen or heard at last. Then again, he could always make the trip tomorrow, or next week, or next month. There was no rush, especially since it probably wouldn't succeed anyway. More than that, he couldn't help thinking that he wouldn't get another chance to enjoy Hera's feet like this once he got her attention.

Before he did anything else, he wanted to take this chance to enjoy his size and her body to the fullest, and he started now by lying down in a wrinkle of her skin and quietly making love to it until he couldn't stay awake any longer.

That marked the end of his first day under Hera's foot, and the rest of them would follow a similar pattern. For days and weeks and months he remained nothing but a speck of dust at Hera's foot, and was happy like that. He made love to her feet, worshipped them, and did his best to pamper them, even though she'd never know about it. He did remember to practice changing his size with the Force, but got no results, and it just made him want to be smothered in Hera's toes to forget all about his failure. Maybe some day he would find  away back to his normal size, but until then, he could think of no better way to spend his time.

In the meantime, Hera kept searching for him across the galaxy, though Ezra knew nothing of it—at his size, her speech was more rumble than voice, and he could make out nothing that she nor anyone else said. She would never suspect that in all that time he was living right under her foot, nor would she ever learn about the hundreds of times she made him cum, rubbing him between her toes or under her sole.

After that day, it became normal for Lily and Barbara to take baths together. Barbara would fill up the bathtub, ease herself inside, then drop her shrunken stepdaughter in the water. Lily would tread water desperately and try to swim towards the only dry land to be found anywhere in the tub, which was her stepmother's own body. Misunderstanding the tiny girl's terror, Barbara thought it was cute how attached to her Lily was, and played with her stepdaughter in many ways, for instance by swirling her finger in the water and making a whirlpool around Lily.  It scared the girl so badly as she was sucked towards the center, but Barbara just giggled at how cute it was. Other times she scooped Lily up with a handful of water and let it trickle out of her grip along with the little woman, “like a big water slide”.

It was all more torment to Lily, but at least towards the end of the bath Barbara let her settle down and relax, usually on her breasts, which was also where Lily tended to stay afterwards. How cute it was to see the girl clambering up a tit that was almost like a mountain to her, or feel her smothered deep in her cleavage like a bit of lint, slid between her breasts whenever these rubbed together. And while Lily wasn't super keen on it, she had to admit it was better than staying at her mother's feet all day. Her boobs were soft and warm and not smelly, and when she was trapped in their cleavage she was soothed by Barbara's powerful heartbeat. She would have given anything to make this her daytime prison instead.

Usually Barbara put Lily back at her feet after a while so that she could get her “nourishment”, but thankfully there were also times when she forgot Lily in her cleavage even up until she went to sleep, letting her boobs be Lily's bed. That's what happened tonight, and Lily was left to slowly, painstakingly wriggle her way out her stepmom's tits afterwards. Not that she didn't appreciate having to sleep in there, but she hadn't had a bite to eat all evening and was really hungry.

Having finally escaped that big canyon, Lily made her way towards the door by journeying across the sleeping woman's body, only departing Barbara's skin when she reached her ankles and hopped off. Then she made her way all the way to the kitchen where she ate some crumbs of a cereal flake that had fallen on the floor. It was dry and stale, but still the best meal she'd had in days. Lily searched for water to wash it down, but there wasn't any to be seen. She knew where to find some, though, and made her way all the way back to Barbara's room and onto her stepmom to find it in the woman's huge navel. Barbara never dried it off after taking a bath, and it could store water for a long time, as Lily had learned one time that Barbara made her sleep inside it.

There Lily stood now, on the edge of that crater, looking into its depths. Barbara was still sound asleep, her belly slowly rising and falling with her every breath, making Lily feel like she was on an elevator. She was hesitant to go inside, but sighed and hopped in before long, and wriggled her way into the folds of skin that held the water she was looking for. It wasn't terribly clean, but better this than drinking sweat. It had been so long since she was a normal woman leading a normal life, drinking water and eating real food like a normal human being. She didn't dwell on the past much anymore, but at times it hit her how far she'd fallen that she was forced to scrounge for sustenance off the waste of normal humans, humans who were now as almighty gods who determined every waking moment of her life.

Again she forced those thoughts from her head, though, and focused on sucking up all the water in Barbara's navel, until she was more than satisfied. Then she climbed back out meaning to return to her stepmom's cleavage for the night. But just then Barbara giggled and sighed, and her moving belly knocked Lily down.

“Oh, Michael~” Barbara sighed, a name Lily had heard in reference to the romance novels she read, and raised a hand onto her belly. Without realizing it, she caught her shrunken stepdaughter under her hand, and pushed the tiny girl right into her panties, past her clean-shaven pussy, and into her wet, awaiting lips. Dreaming of her romantic hunk, she touched herself slowly and sensuously, never suspecting there was someone else caught in the mix.

Lily was shocked when she first entered her stepmom's pussy, but even when she recovered and started trying to get out, her efforts were easily smothered between Barbara's powerful finger and her sopping wet pussy walls. She was terrified of drowning in there, and screamed helplessly to be let out, but even then Barbara's hormones were already acting on her body as if they were her own, making Lily as aroused as the giant woman and more. She started to moan and whimper just when Barbara did, but even more intensely as her whole body was treated to the forceful caress of those smooth, wet walls. She just couldn't help herself, try as she might, and she screamed in orgasm before two minutes had passed, only for it all to keep going as Barbara still wasn't finished. It was a strange kind of torment, to be pleasured by her stepmom unwittingly masturbating with her, and Lily was torn between begging for Barbara to stop and begging her to continue. But the feelings of that speck didn't matter one bit to Barbara, and she kept masturbating until she was satisfied. By then Lily had gotten lost in the churning of her pussy juices, and now the contraction of her vaginal walls squeezed the little woman and pulled her deeper inside Barbara, right up to her womb's entrance.

She was still there when Barbara pulled her hand out, abandoning Lily in the depths of her womanhood, and hours later when morning came and woke Barbara up. Barbara searched for her stepdaughter in her cleavage, but failed to find her. She searched all over her bed and body to no success. Lily must have gone with her sister, Barbara thought, or else Judy had come and taken her. Judy had already left, though, so Barbara wouldn't get to greet the tiny woman just yet. She was disappointed, but it was no use moping about it.

Barbara got dressed and ready just in time for her neighbor Claire's arrival. “Morning, Barbara!” the shorter woman cheerily said. “You ready to go? Bring out little Lily so we can decide who gets her today!”

“Sorry, Claire, not today. I couldn't find see Lily this morning. I think she must be with her sister.”

Claire was even more disappointed than Barbara. These mornings were the only times she got to meet with Lily, and toying with the tiny girl after a jog had become a precious part of her routine. She almost didn't see the point in going jogging if Lily wasn't involved in any way, but since she'd already agreed to go, she went along with Barbara for a few laps around the block.

Lily, meanwhile, had woken up again when her mother got out of bed, and panicked when he found herself still trapped. She fought to wriggle free, but quickly exhausted herself as there was so little air to breathe inside Barbara's pussy. She remained there for a long time, despairing in her situation, until Barbara started jogging. The energetic ups and downs of her stepmom's body gradually dislodged Lily from her little nook, and got her sliding further and further down, closer to the exit. Eventually her head emerged from between Barbara's lips, and she greedily gulped down breaths of air until she was feeling herself again. But even then, getting out of there was no easy task. Barbara's panties were damp with sweat, and clung to her skin more firmly than Lily could push them away, keeping her stuck in place however much she tried.

By then Claire and Barbara had wrapped up their jog, and were arriving at Claire's home for their usual coffee and a chat. Feeling something moving on her crotch, Barbara excused herself to use the restroom, pulled down her panties, and pulled out the tiny fleck of a woman that was little Lily, shocked to find her stepdaughter in so intimate a place. “Lily!” she gasped, while the little woman cowered on her fingertip. “What were you doing down there!? You dirty girl! First you play with my nipples without permission, now you go and climb in my panties? For shame!” Lily tried to explain herself, shouting at Barbara what had really happened, but the words never reached her ears, and Barbara had already forgotten about last night's dreamy episode.

Barbara left the bathroom with Lily still in hand, and went to tell Claire where she'd found the little woman. Though Lily was innocent, she felt so ashamed hearing her stepmom tell the story. “It sounds like she's been very naughty! Do you know how you're going to punish her yet? Because I had an idea I wouldn't mind sharing with you.” When Barbara asked what that was, Claire leaned in to whisper it.

“Really? You want to put her in there?” Barbara sounded surprised, but she was visibly coming around to the idea, and after a bit of thought she agreed to it, handing Lily over to her neighbor.

“So, you like sneaking into your mother's underwear,” Claire said to the little speck who cowered under her mischievous grin. “Let's see how well you enjoy this!” Tugging at the back of her sweatpants, Claire shoved Lily right down her crack, spreading her cheeks at Barbara's insistence to let her see what became of Lily.

“Right on your asshole? Really? Claire, you are sadistic!” Both women giggled over Lily's humiliating punishment, then promptly went on as before, chatting and drinking their coffee while Lily slowly suffocated under the incredible weight of Claire's ass. But Claire never forgot about Lily, and she kept moving in her sear or clenching her cheeks to torment the perverted little one, not allowing Lily even a moment's rest. It wasn't every day she got an opportunity like this, and she was going to make the most of it no matter what.

An hour passed with Lily in her sweaty ass crack, but for the tiny woman it felt like half a day. It was hard to say what was worse between this and her usual treatment. At least she was used to being at the women's giant feet, awful though it was—being trapped in a butt was a brand new miserable experience for her, and one she hoped never to suffer through again. She really hoped they wouldn't forget her in here.

Thank goodness they didn't. When Barbara was ready to leave, she asked Claire to bring Lily out. Lily could have kissed her mom in thanks, but she was too quick to assume the best. “Don't think you're out of the woods yet. Just because we have to leave it doesn't mean your punishment is over; it means I'm taking over now!” said Barbara, shoving the girl down her own ass. Again they laughed and again Lily  found herself trapped for hours, ground down endlessly between her stepmom's cheeks as the woman returned home and started seeing to the household chores.

Ironically it was Judy who saved her from that torment. “How's my little sis doing today?” she asked Barbara after arriving home.

“Being punished in your mother's ass,” Barbara answered, explaining all about how she had discovered Lily in her panties and how Claire had suggested this punishment for her.

Judy knew how careless and forgetful her mother could be, so she suspected that it was Barbara herself who had somehow caused Lily to end up in her panties. It was funny to think of Barbara punishing Lily for something she was innocent of, and Judy would have gladly let it continue, except that she got an even funnier idea. “So she really snuck inside your panties? Huh. I never would have guessed it was true, but I guess this proves it.”

“Proves it? What do you mean, honey?” asked Barbara.

“Oh, it's just something I read about shrinkers. There's not a lot of talk about it because I think it's pretty embarrassing to everyone, but I heard that it's normal for shrinkers to be attracted to the people taking care of them, even if they're family. Like, they really can't help themselves. I don't know if it's got something to do with their condition or if it's, like, a psychological adaptation to being small or whatever. It makes sense if you think about it, especially if there's a lot of physical contact. I mean, it's not like they stopped having needs just because they shrank, you know? Most shrinkers don't have anyone their size to have sex with, and they mostly just spend time with their caretakers, so I guess they just don't have anywhere else to direct these feelings.”

“I... suppose that makes sense. What else did you hear about it, Judy? Is there any advice on how to handle it?”

“I think most of the comments I read said it's best to just let them do their thing. It's not like it hurts anyone, right? And it does make them happy. Some people even use it as a reward for good behavior. Like, 'if you be good and do what I say, I'll let you sleep inside my underwear and do your thing tonight'.”

“Really? Even if the shrinkers are their family?”

“I mean, it depends on the person, not everyone is the same. But, you know, you and Lily aren't actually, like, related, so I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. Just some food for thought. Anyway, I'm going up to my room for a bit. Let me know when lunch is ready.”

“Sure thing, honey.” Barbara waited until she heard Judy's door close, then fished Lily out of her ass and held the girl in her palm. “Oh, Lily, you poor thing! I'm so, so sorry! I promise I didn't know that about you shrinkers! If it's because of your condition then I don't have any business punishing you for being a little perverted. I hope you can forgive me, honey.” Lily was still dazed from her stay in Barbara's crack, and didn't know what to make of Judy's latest lie, but if it got her out of that horrible prison, she supposed it was alright for now. “Come on, let's get you washed and ready for lunch. I'll have something special ready for you to make up for it.”

She took Lily to the bathroom, applied soap to her hands, and lathered Lily between them, then carefully rinsed herself and Lily and headed back to the kitchen with Lily safe in her cleavage. The potato salad was almost done cooling by then; Barbara served it along with some chicken breast and called Judy down to eat. “Oh, and Lily? It's time for your special meal.” She dropped Lily on the floor, right in front of her bare feet, then swiped up a tiny bit of potato from her plate, left it between her toes, and squeezed it into mush with them. “There you go, sweetie! Your favorite food from when you were still normal, mixed with the toe jam you love so much as a shrinker! I hope you enjoy!”

Lily could have done without the toe jam, but even with it, this was the best meal she'd had in ages, and she cried tears of joy as she licked it up from her stepmom's toes.

“Aww, look at how happy she is eating from your toes, mom! Hey, when she's done eating, how about I let her drink my sweat to wash it down?”

“That's so kind of you, Judy! I'm sure your sister would really appreciate it!”

Lily's heart skipped a beat hearing Judy's offer, and she started eating more slowly in hopes that Judy would get bored and leave before she finished, but Judy just took her shoes off after a while and collected Lily directly with a swipe from her big toe. “Drink up, little sis!I got all the water you need right here!”

Her foot was really sweaty, it was true, with enough of it to last Lily for days. Luckily she wasn't thirsty, having already drunk her fill of the tap water Barbara had washed her with, or else she would have been forced to drink her half-sister's sweat. But the sweat was just an excuse for Judy to torment her shrunken sister, rolling Lily between her toes, smothering her underfoot, and playing other such games with her. Eventually she finished, and handed Lily back to Barbara.

Since Lily had already eaten, Barbara saw no reason to put her back at her feet just yet. Instead she dropped the girl in her shoes and asked her to clean her insoles. Lily saw she couldn't escape, so she figured she might as well play along to keep busy. She crawled around in the muck of Barbara's insole, scraping away the grime and dumping it in a big pile.

The shoe was in the living room, which gave Lily a great position from which to hear the conversation when Claire arrived a little later. “So, what did you want help with, Barbara? You said you wanted to talk about it in person,” said their neighbor.

“It's about Lily and what happened with her this morning.” Barbara repeated Judy's lie to Claire, about how shrinkers like Lily couldn't help but try to fulfill their needs with their caretakers and that's why she had been in her panties this morning. “I feel sorry for the poor girl, and I would let her do her thing if that's what she needs, but even if I'm not her birth mother it still feels weird to me. And it might sound weird to you, but then I started thinking, 'What about Claire?' You hang out with her plenty, so she might have the same feelings for you, and you're not her family in any way, so there'd be nothing incest-y about it if you helped her out instead of me or Judy. So, what do you think? Are you up for it? I hope it doesn't offend.”

“Barbara, it's fine! Anything your little Lily needs, I'm more than happy to help with!”

“You're too kind, Claire! I'm sure she'll really appreciate it. When do you have time this week?”

“Why not now? I'll take her home with me, keep her for a couple hours, then I can come drop her off. We'll have loads of fun, I'm sure!” That sounded fine to Barbara, so she led Claire to her shoe where Lily had already amassed quite a huge pile of grime. The young woman trembled as she was lifted off the floor along with the shoe and held under the gaze of the two middle-aged goddesses.

“Aw, look at how hard she's been working since I left her there!” Barbara said, scooping out the grime pile with a fingernail and flicking it away to be vacuumed up later.

“I can tell she's a very good girl, Barb. You're as lucky to have her as she is to have you! And starting today, sweet pea, you and I will have each other too!” Claire pulled Lily out in the same way, and gave the girl a big, smothering kiss before dropping her down her crotch, where her panties kept Lily fastened to her pussy lips. There Lily stayed, fearing what would come next, until Claire arrived home and dropped her panties. Lily hit the floor along with them, and watched from below as Claire sensuously took off the rest of her clothes, as if putting on a show for her. In a moment she was buck naked, biting her lip as she looked down on Lily. She was several years younger than Barbara, and several inches shorter too—she'd been shorter than Lily before her shrinking, and was shorter than Judy also, only a couple inches above five feet tall.

Her jogging kept her relatively trim, and while her tummy wasn't as flat as it used to be, she still had noticeable curves. Her tits hadn't yet started sagging with age, her thighs were nicely thick, and her skin remained smooth thanks to her many beauty products. Yes, she was still attractive for her age, and she moved as if she knew it, swaying her hips to put a nice bounce in her boobs. But Lily was not so much turned on as she was scared of the lustful look Claire gave her.

“Ohhh, Lily. Finally you're here, Lily. You can't imagine much I've wanted to be alone with you, Lily. Just me and my precious little flea~.” Claire giggled and dropped to her knees above Lily, shaking the tiny thing's world with the impact. Her thighs flanked the poor girl now, and her pussy loomed large in her view, its musty scent washing over her again as Claire started to finger herself. “Look at you poor little thing. You're barely a speck of lint on my panties. So weak and helpless. You're lucky you have Barbara and me to take care of you, and your sister Judy too. Can you imagine how lost you'd be without us? You probably wouldn't survive without all the toe jam and sweat we let you have.”

A finger descended on Lily, its surface slick with pussy juices that glued the helpless shrinker to it as she was raised up to Claire's godlike eyes. “Now Barbara wants me to help you deal with your little urges. And you know, I'm more than happy to help, but it's only fair that this goes both ways, don't you think? I'll help you, just as long as you help me too~.” She lowered Lily down her body, until her pussy was all the tiny woman saw. A huge, majestic pussy, totally indifferent to the shrinker's plight.

Coupled with the juices already covering most of her body, its musk was so intense that it smothered the fear out of Lily, and grew lust in its place. Though she tried to resist, her mind became a plaything of Claire's hormones just as easily as her body became a plaything of her fingers. Her hopes were as slim as a mortal's trying to resist an almighty Goddess, and by the time she was thrust into Claire's heated womanhood, she had already been brainwashed into wanting it, as she had last night with Barbara.

Claire became sopping went and got close to cumming the moment she sensed Lily's pathetic squirming inside her, but she knew how to make these moments last and held herself back. She would go on to spend two hours edging with Lily, thrusting the girl in and out of her pussy or otherwise playing with the shrinker while she fingered herself, whether by sucking on the girl like a little candy or rubbing her into her nipples, even pressing the little speck to her asshole and playing at pushing her inside like before.

Possessed by the woman's hormones, Lily readily surrendered to all of it, and if ever Claire had stopped she would have desperately begged her to keep going. For those two hours she was made intimate with every inch of the woman's body, and worshipped it all as best as she could, cumming multiple times that afternoon. She had never  been happier, certainly not since she shrank. And yet when she was returned to Barbara that evening and the hormones wore off, all she was left with was shame at herself, and horror at how easily her thoughts and feelings had been pushed out of her head by Claire's lust.

After the destruction of Krypton, the Kryptonian baby Kara Zor-El was captured by the advanced AI Brainiac, and raised to become his enforcer. Living away from the red sun of Krypton, Kara gained incredible powers, such as strength, flight, enhanced senses, and more, making her a perfect soldier for Brainiac, who sent her all over the galaxy to conquer new worlds. And Kara enjoyed all this. She enjoyed her great power, enjoyed wreaking destruction against a helpless planet, seeing its people flee from her screaming in terror.

On this day, Kara was sent to conquer another planet for him—a young planet called “Earth” by its people, the “humans”. They were a weak and underdeveloped lot, with such backwards technology that Brainiac had little interest in conquering their world. Instead he had sent Kara there to destroy it all, and make an example of it for any other worlds which dared to oppose him. And so it is that she first appeared in the sky above Freeland, looking across that city.

Freeland by this point was no stranger to weird occurrences. It was a city of superpowered heroes and villains, and as its people looked at the blue and red figure floating above them, they wondered which of the two she would be.

Even from half a mile above ground, Kara heard their worried whispers and saw the fretful looks on their faces, and she smiled, anticipating what fun she would have with them. First, though, it was time to test the new gift that her “father” Brainiac had given her.

The gift was a small red band around the end of her left arm, a highly advanced device whose technology was based on what Brainiac used to shrink and capture the great cities of his conquered worlds. As Kara pressed a button on the edge of the band, she began to grow, slowly swelling bigger and bigger. From being the same size as the lowly, powerless humans below, she went to being twice their size, then five, ten, twenty, and more. Her whole body tingled with power the likes of which she'd never felt before. She threw back her head and moaned with the blissful sensation, all while the people of Earth watched on in growing fear.

At around a hundred feet tall and still growing bigger, Kara began to float closer to the ground. Thousands of people turned to flee with whatever means they had, and almost everyone made it out of the way by the time she settled on the earth at a height of one thousand feet tall.

Kara's red boots settled on the rows of houses with such a delightful crunch. With her height at its maximum, she peered down at the swarms of pitiful insects scurrying away from her might. Yes, insects; what better name was there for beings so small and pathetic as these? No one now thought to defend themselves, nor to ask her why she'd come, nor even beg for her mercy; they just ran mindlessly away like the puny little bugs they were. Still, they stopped when Kara raised her voice, effortlessly making herself heard across the whole city and beyond. “Humans of Earth! My name is Kara Zor-El of Krypton. I come to you in service of my father, Brainiac. He has taken note of your world, and your pathetic level of development, and sent me here to grant you all a great honor: to be destroyed as an example to all who would resist his empire.”

No one in Freeland understood a lick of that stuff about Krypton, Brainiac, or an empire, but the bit about destroying their world was crystal clear to them. People panicked all over the city. They ran for their cars, or to their neighbors begging to be let in their cars, often neglecting to take anything with them in their hurry to escape before this alien giantess killed them in cold blood.

Their reaction was everything Kara had hoped for, and once everyone was running, the game was on. “Do you really think you'll get to live by running away from me?” Kara took a step forward, putting such power into it that the whole city felt the impact. “I've destroyed worlds bigger and more advanced than yours when I was no bigger than you humans. If I wanted to, I could clear out your world in minutes. All you get by running away is a few more moments to live. Oh, but don't let that stop you! The more you pathetic little bugs fight to survive, the more fun it will be to kill you all!”

With just one more step, she had already caught up to the fleeing masses, crushing something like a hundred humans beneath her boot. Step, step, step—even at a casual pace, Kara more than kept up with the bugs below, ending more and more of them no matter where or how quickly they ran. They were no match for her even without her powers, and with her powers they had no hope of survival. With her X-ray vision she could see the humans hiding inside, and with her heat vision she could burn their homes and workplaces to ask and dust. With her super-breath she sent hurricane-force winds tearing through the city, toppling buildings and sending the puny humans flying into the air. With her flight and super speed she made a lap of the city's perimeter, tearing a deep gash in the earth all around it so that no one would make it out of this killing field. And this was all still going easy on them; if she got serious about destroying the world, it would be gone far too quickly for her to have any fun with it. Way better to draw it out until she had her fill of it.

Kara had received an absolutely laughable amount of resistance so far. She knew she could handle anything these insects might throw at her, that fighting against her was a lost cause, but still she'd assumed the humans would try something. So far all they'd done was run and hide. If that's all they were capable of then they truly deserved what was coming to them.

But before Kara could deliver it, she felt a slight tingling on her rump, and looked back to find a slim, black-and-yellow figure standing atop a building, electric sparks shining in its hands.

“Finally someone with the guts to fight back!” Kara walked over to the building, whose top reached up to her hips, while the woman perched on top of it shuffled her feet to keep balanced against the earthquakes of Kara's steps. She looked afraid, but stood her ground nonetheless. Kara liked that. “Who are you, human? A soldier from this planet?”

“You can call me Lightning,” the woman answered. “I'm one of this city's protectors, and I'm here to ask you nicely to leave my city, and my planet, or else make you leave by force if I have to.”

“Ha! Big words for such a small insect. Let's see you back them up.” Kara raised her hand to swat down that little bug, but just as she was bringing it down, Lightning flew out of the way, narrowly dodging that slap. “Not bad! You're pretty fast, for being so small. But not fast enough.” Lightning was zipping around Kara, throwing bolts of electricity at her. They struck Kara's suit, and some of them even hit her face, but no matter where they struck or how powerful they were, Kara felt no more than a tingle from any of them. Lightning, on the other hand, surely felt it when Kara struck back with a lightning-fast swat and knocked her out of the air.

To Kara's delight, Lightning survived. Granted, she'd been holding back with that blow, but none of the other humans she'd seen so far would have survived even that, judging by how they'd fared under her boots. Still, the little woman looked totally out of it after landing in the middle of the street. She couldn't even stand, let alone fly, as Kara stood over her. “Is that all? That's so pathetic. Here I was hoping you'd give me more of a fight. I doubt you could even handle me at my regular size. Oh well. At least you look pretty sturdy. Maybe I can get some use out of you as my toy.”

Kara slipped off her boot as she said this, and slowly lowered her huge, sweaty foot onto Lightning, until the little woman was smothered under the ball of her foot. Smothered but still alive, even as Kara kept upping the pressure. Though she was as small as an ant next to the Kryptonian colossus, she kept bravely fighting against Kara's foot, if you could call that pitiful squirming a fight.

“Keep struggling all you want, bug. Makes it more fun to stomp you flat. In the meantime, I'll be sticking you in my boot so you can follow along with every single step I take to crush this city and its people!” Lightning was still stuck to Kara's sole as the giant foot lifted off the ground and moved back towards the entrance of her boot. It was such a relief to have all that weight off of her again, but Kara's threat to this world weighed more heavily on Lightning than anything else. She couldn't let this invader kill any more people. She would put a stop to the carnage, no matter what it took.

Channeling her powers to their fullest, Lightning made both her own body and this part of Kara's sole negatively charged, causing herself to be flung away from it. She landed quite luckily on some power cables, which was exactly what she needed. Though Lightning knew it would cause trouble for others, she believed she could make up for it. This invader was insanely powerful, maybe more than anything Lightning her ever fought on her own previously. The only way she would stand a chance was by supercharging herself. And so, the young woman pulled on the power surging through those cables, absorbing all of the city's electricity into her body.

Kara saw this, but chose not to intervene as whatever was going on looked very interesting. Lightning's body reacted to the energy, becoming all wrapped up in pure electricity, or maybe turning into it—it was hard even for Kara's super vision to see exactly what was happening. Once finished, she looked like a being of pure energy. But the question was, would she fare any better against Kara now, or was it just a flash in the pan?

The energy was so intense that Lightning found it hard to think of anything but the awesome power filling her. She was slow to act, spending a few seconds looking at the titanic invader who didn't look half as threatening as she had before. Even when Kara tapped her feet, Lightning was unaffected. It was all rather boring, Kara thought, and she prepared to stomp the little bug flat again, but just then she was struck by lightning.

Though there wasn't a cloud in the sky, one bolt after another formed in that deep blue expanse and raced down towards Kara, shocking her full of electricity. Her muscles appeared to tense involuntarily. More than a hundred lightning strikes hit her in the span of a single minute, and many more would have come if Lightning could have made them, but the sky and the earth were exhausted and so was she. With most of the energy gone from her, she was back to her normal self, wondering if her attack had been enough. Please let it be enough.

Kara fell to her knees, eyes wide open and staring straight ahead like she was stunned or... dead? Lightning didn't relish the thought of using her powers to kill, but she couldn't see how there was any other solution to this monster's attack. When she saw Kara coming to, she tried to summon more lightning, but all she could manage was a single half-hearted strike on the Kryptonian.

“Oh, I'm sorry, did you think you were doing anything to me? Sorry to disappoint you, but that was just an act. You should have seen the look on your face just now!” Kara's cruel laughter rang in Lightning's ears. The young hero tried another attack, throwing much of her remaining energy at Kara, but the Kryptonian stood in place and let it hit, thinking nothing of it. “I guess that's all you're capable of, huh? I'll give you some credit: your attacks did manage to sting me a little. If I were at my normal size, it probably would have hurt. There's no way it would have killed me though. You, your people, this entire planet—you're all too pathetic to do a thing to me. And this isn't even as big as I can get! Let me show you some more of my power.”

The Kryptonian reached up to her armband and pressed a button again. Instantly she started swelling up to incredible sizes. The earth rumbled under the strain of holding up that colossal figure, and threw Lightning down on her hands and knees. She watched Kara grow bigger and bigger, and saw the Kryptonian's huge bare foot rushing towards her in its growth. It luckily stopped before she was crushed beneath it, but just the sight of its toes looming before her was enough to make her feel sick to the pit of her stomach. Those monsters were each the size of a house; compared to them, Lightning was nothing but a pathetic little flea.

As Lightning stared at her toes, Kara gathered saliva in her mouth and with perfect aim spat it onto Lightning. It splatted on the young woman, and forced her flat on the ground, holding her down even as she strained to pick herself up.

“Well, it's been fun playing with you, but it's time I wrapped up our game and got serious about destroying your city. Let's see if you survive this!” Kara took to the sky, floating higher and higher, until the mile-tall titan was hardly more than a speck in the middle of all that blue. Other people were relieved, thinking the invader had had enough of their planet for now, but Lightning was terrified. If Kara was taking all this preparation, then whatever she had planned for them must be truly devastating. She broke free of the giant's spit, and began to fly away, but by then Kara had already begun her descent. She fell back to earth, streaking through the sky like a huge, destructive meteor, surrounded by an aura of flames as the atmosphere combusted around her fast-flying figure.

The only use Kara made of her powers was for adjusting her trajectory towards her little playmate. Even as Lightning raced away from where Kara had left her, that meteoric woman followed her every movement. The only thing Lightning could hope to do was lead her away from the city, to give everyone the best chance possible of survival, but she still hadn't reached even halfway to the perimeter when Kara made impact ass-first.

The Kryptonian's landing rippled through the entire city, annihilating everything. What had seemed solid ground now roiled like a stormy sea, rising and falling and splashing outwards, unearthing what had been buried and burying what had stood on the surface, at the same time as an enormous blast wave ravaged the air and added to the destruction. When all was said and done, it was as if the city had been struck by a nuclear bomb. There was hardly so much as a single wall or even a tree left standing anywhere. Even out on the furthest edges, the number of survivors was maybe one in a hundred; for at least a couple miles around the impact crater, no living thing moved. At least not until Kara flew out of the hole, laughing as she surveyed the vast field of destruction.

“Ha! I've been wanting to do that ever since I got Father's gift! What do you say now, Lightning? Do you still think you can stop me after all this? Oh, right, I still need to check if you're alive!” She twisted around to look at the spot on her right cheek where that lightning bug was hopelessly plastered. She was barely moving, but Kara could see she still clung to life if just barely; all it took was a little spank elsewhere on her ass and her jiggling glutes shook the human out of her stupor. “That's a fitting place for you, bug! I might keep you there when I get tired of having you at my feet. But before we do any of that, I want you to have a real good look at what I've done to your city.” With superhuman precision, Kara pinched both of Lightning's arms between a pair of fingertips and peeled the tiny woman off her blue-clad ass, hoisting her up to witness the destruction all around them.

Lightning didn't want to believe that this wasteland really was Freeland. It was utterly unrecognizable. But deep down she knew it was her home. Everything was gone. Everyone was gone. Her friends, her family, everyone who hadn't been blessed to find themselves out of town on this awful day. Millions of lives ended by this... sadistic monster who now held her Lightning between her fingertips.

It all seemed so hopeless. Even if other superheroes showed up, all of them working together, Lightning couldn't see how they would ever be able to stop the invader, especially if this wasn't her limit. They would die. Everyone would die. And she would end up this girl's toy for the rest of her life, however long Kara decided that should be.

No. She couldn't let it come to that. There had to be a way to stop her before anyone else died. There had to... A-ha!

Channeling the last of her power, Lightning turned into her form of pure energy and zapped her way out of Kara's grip, flying straight for the wristband that had made her grow. Surprised, Kara failed to react before she touched the device. Everything about it was alien to Lightning, from the power source to he materials it used; would she be able to control it like she could control Earthly electronics? She had to try at least, and with Kara already shouting at her, there was no time to get further acquainted with the device.

Choosing a function at random, Lightning triggered it just as Kara's hand fell on her, and squeezed her in its powerful grip. Even with her superhuman durability, she felt her bones about to shatter and screamed into the hard-as-steel hand which held her. At the same time, the  device started beeping. “What do you think you're doing, you little... W-what the!?”

As Kara was speaking, a thick, green gas started seeping out of the wristband. It sapped her energy, made her mind grow fuzzy and her body grow ill. She couldn't move her arm anymore; soon she couldn't move anything else. Her legs faltered and crumpled under her immense body, and she started to fall, seemingly in slow motion. Her last waking thought before she passed out was about Lightning, and getting revenge on the little bug, so even as gravity dragged her down, she made sure she'd fall on the hand that held Lightning and keep her trapped in there.

This impact wasn't nearly as big as her earlier one, but it was still felt for miles around. Lightning was caught up in it, just as Kara planned, and try as she might, she could barely move in the titan's fist. At the same time, she noticed Kara's pulse slow down, and heard the same happen to her breathing. At times it seemed on the point of stopping altogether, and Lightning fervently prayed that's what would happen. But after a while the trends reversed and recovery set in. Kara began to stir once more. She groaned and sighed, moved her hand, and feeling Lightning inside it, she tightened her grip. Oh, she squeezed the hell out of that bug now, until Lightning almost passed out herself. Not that it made much difference; she was all out of energy, and another stunt like her previous one would have been impossible for her now. When Kara opened her hand again, Lightning was too beat to move. All she could do was lie in the Kryptonian's huge palm and tremble under her terrifying scowl.

“Explain yourself, bug. How did you know that kryptonite was my weakness And how did you make it come out of father's gift?” Kara asked.

“K-kryptonite? I... I don't know what that is.”

“Don't you lie to me! That green gas. How did you make my wristband produce it?”

“I don't know. I really don't! I just activated one of its circuits. I didn't have the time to analyze what it would do.”

Kara glared at the insect, but her sight and sound both told her that Lightning wasn't lying. “You're useless to me, then,” she muttered, and flicked the woman down below. Once she landed, Kara dropped  a big toe on her, flattening and smothering Lightning until she was stuck to it. Then she sat back and started toying with her catch, squeezing and rolling her between her toes.

The kryptonite was almost out of her system by now, but still it bothered her. There was no reason for it to have come out of her wristband, and yet it had. Kara peeled back the covering on the device, made of a substance which blocked out her x-ray vision. After that, she quickly found the compartment which had held it and the siphons which released it. It must have been there all this time, ever since Brainiac gave it to her. But why? Why would the one who called her Daughter, the one she called Father, put this poison in this gift to her and not warn her of it? She wanted to believe there was a good reason, but try as she might, she could think of nothing—nothing except that her “father” had meant to use this on her if she ever defied him. What else could he do? Could he override it remotely and make it shrink her so she wasn't a threat to him anymore? Kara wanted answers from him, but if any of this was true, Brainiac wouldn't just sit by and let her question him. Unless...

Kara raised her foot and splayed her toes. Lightning was there between them, her puny body plastered there by toe jam. She looked miserable and pathetic; pathetic enough to accept Kara's offer, maybe.

“Hey, you! You want me to spare your planet, don't you? And you'd do anything to make that happen?” Lightning was slow to reply, but at last she gave a small nod. Then Kara explained the situation to her, or as much of it as Lightning needed to know. “This Brainiac, he's the one who asked me to destroy your planet. He doesn't need me to do it; he has other weapons that can wipe out a civilization as backwards as yours, even if it takes him longer. If you help me get rid of him, he won't pose a threat to your world anymore, and neither will I. All you have to do is examine my wristband and destroy any means of controlling it remotely.”

Lightning couldn't believe it. After destroying Freeland, after almost killing her, now this monster was asking her for help?There was nothing Lightning wanted more than to see Kara dead. But that was beyond her powers, maybe beyond anyone's powers. To make peace with the monster was the only way to save everyone's lives. And, as far as she could tell, it sounded like Kara was being honest. “Okay. I'll do it. And once he's gone, you'll never come near this planet again.”

Few people had known about Mityl before her “condition” manifested. The young woman had been an actress even back then, but a low-profile one, mainly limited to local ads and amateur filmmakers. Still, she had received some accolades at a couple film blogs and a small festival earlier this year thanks to her acting in Up at Sunset, and she felt it all heralded the big break that would begin her unstoppable rise to stardom.

She was more right than she ever suspected.

One late summer night, Mityl inexplicably grew. Not by an inch or two, but by several thousand feet, all in the span of a couple minutes. Mityl, heavy sleeper that she was, never felt it happening, and slept soundly as she collapsed her bed, burst out of her home, and razed the whole neighborhood under her growing body. Luckily everyone turned up perfectly safe, if a bit shaken, when she got up the following morning and discovered the unprecedented transformation.

How had this happened? How long would it last? What was she to do while she stayed at this size? Another person would have fretted over all this, but Mityl took it as the opportunity she had been waiting for. Her very first act at her colossal new size was to introduce herself to all the cameras broadcasting her to the world and declare her intent to become the biggest movie star ever. Her second act was to march straight to Hollywood, collect every last actor, director, writer, or producer she saw, and pitch to them a fantastic new movie idea featuring an ambitious young woman (who just happened to be thousands of feet tall) looking to make a name for herself in the big city after leaving her country life behind.

It was a surreal experience sitting in the palm of her hand a mile above ground and being made to listen to a movie pitch from someone who clearly had zero writing skills. At least she seemed... relatively harmless, but would she remain so if they turned her down?

How were they going to let her down gently? That was the question on everyone's minds as she went on and on about her idea, and only one of them had come up with an answer by the time she finished talking and set her expectant gaze on each of them in turn.

“Ahem!” A middle-aged man raised his hand and stood up. “Miss... Mityl, was it? Kirk Engelson here. Don't know if you've heard about me but you must've heard about some of my movies. Massacre at Red Peak? Fifteen Ways to Die? The Life You End May Be Your Own? All me. Now listen, I'm not too keen on your story personally, but I do got another movie in the works, one with a role for someone like you. We're still working on it, gonna be some time before we're ready to film, but I'll definitely give you a call once we've got everything sorted out. Sound good to you? I'm just gonna need you to put me down so I can go work on all that. Oh, and uh, let's make this an exclusive thing, okay? I don't want to see you cozying up to any other directors until this movie's done, or else I'll find someone else to play this role.”

“Really? What kind of movie is it?” Mityl asked, pulling her hand closer so she wouldn't miss a word out of Engelson's lips.

He almost lost his nerve under her intense reddish stare, but kept enough to answer. “Eh, you know, I don't want to give away too much, specially not in front of the competition, but if you haven't already you should watch my other movies for a sense of what to expect. Trust me when I say it'll be big! Big enough for you and then some! You'll be famous! A star like no one else!”

More than satisfied with that, Mityl put everyone down and headed back to her hometown to giddily await the day she was called up for Mr. Engelson's movie.

Now, Engelson had no such movie in the works when he said all this to her, and at the time he had no intention of calling her up for anything. It was his hope that, however this young woman had gotten so huge, she'd soon be back to normal and out of Hollywood's hair forever. But the days rolled slowly by and nothing of the sort came to pass. Mityl was as huge as ever, and the scientists she let examine her said it might be impossible to put her back to normal. It seemed the world would just have to live with this giantess.

The whole situation made the trending news worldwide. Mityl became a subject of discussion, of fear and admiration, for billions of people. The girl reveled in the attention; she toured the whole country, and then the whole continent, giving interviews to anyone who asked, spending time wherever there were people so she'd be seen and admired. And what did she keep bringing up every time? Why, her starring role in the amazing Mr. Engelson's upcoming film project.

Kirk was salivating over the free publicity. It'd be a crime to let this juicy opportunity pass him by. And so he sat down and tried to think up some basic movie he could film in an afternoon and release before Mityl faded from public attention.

A week later, he went to visit her in person. She was in the middle of another interview then, with some big online influencer, and Kirk took this chance to intrude on it and drop some vague comments about his movie before calling Mityl away to discuss “important business” with her.

She followed his car away from the city, the ground rattling with her footsteps as she walked beside him. Then, once they were away from any prying ears, he got out and let her pick him up again to talk. “Alright, here's the deal. This movie's a little different from my other ones. You know found footage films? That's how we're gonna do it. There won't be a set or fancy cameras. In fact, there isn't even gonna be a script. It'll be pure improvisation, at least on your end. You can handle that, right? Of course you can! Bright girl like you can handle anything Hollywood throws at you. Just gotta stay in character, follow the basic story outline and, you're golden. And what is the story? Well...”

Mityl committed his every word to memory. The movie wasn't anything like the one she'd originally pitched, but it still had her super excited! She spent the next couple days trying to find the right mindset for her character, then on the third day, early in the afternoon, she headed for the location where Mr. Engelson had directed her: a site far removed from civilization, beyond an impressive mountain range—“impressive” here meaning three hundred feet taller than Mityl.

The occasion had her swimming in nerves. Gosh, she really hoped she could make a good impression! If only she had more fitting clothes for it. The black shorts and plain white shirt she had been sleeping in when she grew were the only thing she had to wear now, though she hoped to get herself a proper wardrobe her size once she was rich and famous. Mr. Engelson had said she was fine like this, though, and that they'd fix her up in post if necessary.

Mityl stopped and sat where the foothills began, keeping well out of view of the other side, to fix up her hair and clothes and get in character. Well there wasn't much to do about her clothes, but she undid both her buns and then bunned her hair all over again to make sure they were perfect.

There was no one that she could see on this side of the mountains, and Mr. Engelson said there wouldn't be anyone on the other side either except for the actors. The land was uneven out here in the foothills, with sparse greenery. Mostly it was rocky grasslands, which should make finding her fellow actors easy enough if it was the same on the other side.

“Come on, Mityl, stop wasting time! Shake off those nerves! Don't let your big break go to waste!” Easier said than done, but she got around to it after another minute, and walked up the mountain's gentle slope ready to act like her life depended on it. “Hope I don't look stupid in front of the other actors,” was her last thought before cresting the peak.

Little did she know she had nothing to worry about there. None of the other people on site were actors. They had been sent by Engelson allegedly to scout the location. “Walk around, explore, take note of anything interesting you see. Bones or markings or weird rock formations. Keep your cameras on the whole time. I want to go over the footage personally.” It wasn't anything like how things were normally done, nor was it normal to send total amateurs scouting all by themselves, but then, Engelson had never been famous for doing things normally. Who would have guessed that his real purpose in sending them here had nothing to do with scouting?

Melanie was the furthest back of the three scouts. She stayed close to the car. Trying to be thorough, she claimed, but really she just hated walking and wanted to stay close to the cooler with their drinks. She was taking a break now, sitting on a conveniently-placed stone, surveying the horizon with her camera in between sips of water, when something over the mountains caught her eye. A head poking out between a pair of peaks. “What the fuck?” she muttered under her breath. “What is she doing here?”

Of course she recognized Mityl. Anyone else would too, unless they spent the past month living in a cave. But who would have expected her to show up here of all places? Forgetting all about her assignment, Melanie turned her camera on the giantess descending from the mountain. It was amazing. The sound of her first steps took half a minute to reach Melanie, but reach her it did, rumbling like thunder even from miles and miles away and with her pace so slow and measured. Before the sound came the tremors, though. They were faint enough to start with, but every new step made them a little bit stronger. What must it be like for her companions, who were so much closer to her? Melanie saw how the surrounding shrubbery shook and the earth bulged outward around the giantess's feet, and took a moment to imagine how it might feel to be standing there.

The uncanny thing was, aside from her surroundings this woman looked so utterly normal. Her clothes were a bit dirty, her chin-length hair a bit unkempt, but otherwise she was an above-average young brunette. Could have been one of Melanie's friends, someone she joined for coffee and a chat on weekends. Instead she was this colossus who reshaped the earth just by walking. In a way it felt less like Mityl had grown giant, and more like Melanie and the rest of the world had shrunk to insignificance.

She was so glad that she hadn't joined the others. Mityl had to be getting close to them by now. In fact, wasn't that Oscar right there, a few steps ahead of her?  It had to be; who else would be out here at this time wearing jeans and a red shirt? And the blue shirt and khaki shorts climbing out of a ravine halfway between him and Melanie had to be Paul's.

It was hard to overstate how shaken Oscar was. All the sounds and sensations and the unease  felt by Melanie from several miles away was multiplied twenty times over for he who stood only one mile from the titaness. Thank goodness she had stopped now, or who knew what might have happened. He'd heard that she was harmless, but he'd also seen how easily she flattened acres underfoot, and been nearly knocked off his feet by the growing earthquakes. No way in Hell was something like that “harmless”. At first he wanted to keep his head down and let her pass by, but with her still walking towards him, he was desperate to be noticed before the unthinkable happened. Waving his arms, calling her name, he moved under Mityl's line of sight and soon caught her attention.

The giantess's eyes widened, and she seemed on the verge of speaking, but then she stopped herself and... well, her whole demeanor changed. Her face hardened, and her back straightened. Her face tilted back, so she was almost staring down her nose at him, and with a hand on her hip she gave such a spine-chilling smirk that Oscar regretted his choice at once.

“My, my. What are you doing all the way out here, human? And by yourself, too. Don't you know this is my territory?” Oscar backed away at the sound of her deep, rumbling voice, and instinctively cast his eyes back in search of an escape route. “Hey! I asked you a question, little man. Can you answer it, or can't you?” She leaned down, her whole upper body hanging over him.  The ground shuddered as she did, but that wasn't what knocked him over; the mere sight of that overwhelming motion made Oscar lose all sense of balance and fall on his rump, trembling like a wet kitten. He dropped his camera, its whole existence forgotten in light of this titan.

“I... N-no, I didn't know.”

“You didn't know. And I suppose you think that excuses your trespassing, huh?” Mityl stretched a hand towards Oscar. Her fingers touched down all around him, each a hundred feet away, five flesh-and-bone pillars holding up the pink canopy of her palm. Never before had he sympathized so much with the ants he had tormented as a kid. “You humans are so arrogant. I bet you still think you're the top of the food chain even with me around, huh? How about I show you where you actually stand.” Two fingertips closed in on Oscar, and caught him though he tried to run. Their thick, leathery skin enveloped him from head to toe, leaving only a thin gap through which he breathed and watched the world rush past as she lifted him off the ground. His heart dropped down to his stomach, and his stomach down to his feet, but even that was nothing compared to what he felt when he stopped before a pair of lips fit to crush houses, and saw a no-less-massive tongue slide out between them.

Paul saw it all—saw the giantess drop Oscar in her mouth and take her sweet time savoring him, saw her throw back her head, even heard the sickening swallow and her deep, bassy moan as she rubbed her belly afterwards. Nothing could have been more horrifying, and yet, he couldn't look away. Didn't ever think to stop recording it either. He sobbed, but quickly covered his mouth, lest she hear him and bring him the same grisly end. Whatever happened, he couldn't be noticed like Oscar was. Slowly he started going back in the ravine, though who could say how much that would help against a vantage point a mile high? If he kept his head down, maybe he'd make it out alive. He just hoped Melanie was taking the same precautions.

Mityl shut her eyes, taking short breaths through her nose. “I smell more humans.” Her words were like a kick to the gut. Paul started hyperventilating, and barely held back a scream with his hands. The giantess's sharp red eyes swept across the foothills, and all of a sudden they locked onto Paul and she smiled the same as she had for Oscar.

Paul couldn't take it any more. He screamed and screamed as if there were anyone around, anyone in the whole world, who could stop this mile-tall monster. But what else could he do? His legs were turned to jelly, and even if that weren't so, what use would it be to try running from someone like this? When he did manage to get on all fours and start crawling away, it took only a second for Mityl's foot to drop right beside him, very nearly crushing him under its pinkie. Then he turned to the giantess, his face as pale as a ghost's, camera still clutched in his hand.

Mityl quietly crouched and stared at him. She may as well have been a normal woman staring at a bug. “Was that other man your friend?” Her tone made it sound like she was talking to a child. Paul slowly nodded. “Do you want to join him?” He shook his head vigorously. “No? That's too bad. Well, if you won't be my snack, I guess I have no use for you. Good bye, ant!”

Her foot rose up by its heel, and turned its sole to face Paul. It was a thousand feet from end to end, and in its every motion was evident the incredible power that was to be Paul's doom. Then it fell, and blanketed his whole body.

Melanie caught only the end of Paul's execution, her attention called back by Mityl's callous laughter. Sorry as it made her, there was no sense in staying around to be next on the chopping block. The car was just a few steps away; Melanie almost crashed into its side, then yanked open the door, fell behind the wheel, and lobbed the camera on the passenger seat. With blood pounding in her ears, she started the car, and floored the pedal, squealing as it lurched forward. She eased up on it only to check and see what the monster was doing, but when she found those evil eyes staring back through the rear-view mirror, she floored it again and didn't let up.

The road was unpaved but even enough, and the car was an offroader so it could handle the bumps, but what it couldn't do was out speed the monster. Where the car could cover a mile in under a minute, Mityl could do the same in seconds. The casual, self-assured pace with which the giantess strolled after Melanie was more than enough to keep up with her. Then... well, who could say if she drove over something or if the tire was just too worn out, but the next thing she knew it had popped. It took everything Melanie had to keep the car from going out of control and taking her with it. When it settled down, she threw open the door and fell out. That's when Mityl stopped, standing over her.

“And here we have a third trespasser! Tell me, are there any more of you I should know about, or are you the last?”

Melanie's throat tightened as she answered, “I'm the last.”

“Good! Then let me ask what you prefer: being eaten, or stepped on?”

The tears Melanie had been holding back without realizing now spilled out her eyes in thick rainfall. “No, please!” she blubbered. “I don't want to die! Spare me, spare me! I'll... I'll do anything!”

“Anything? Ha! What can you possibly do that's worth keeping you alive for?” Mityl dropped a foot right in front of Melanie, and with toes splayed wide she slid it forward. Both Melanie and the car now stood in the gap between her toes, and with enough space left over for a dozen trailer trucks. “Look at yourself. You're nothing. Too weak to be a slave, and too easily broken to be a toy.” The drumming of her toes all by itself almost bounced Melanie off the ground. The poor woman huddled against the car for protection, even knowing it stood no better chance against Mityl's mighty digits.  She tried, really tried, to think of anything she could offer, but her mind came up blank. The giantess was right; Melanie, and the rest of humanity, were nothing beside her.

“Nothing more to say? I guess you finally see the truth. And yet... thinking more on it... maybe I can have more fun with you. I think I'll give you a ride to the nearest city. Then you can watch me eat everyone in sight.” Her toes pulled back at last, just for her fingers to come in their place. They moved the car aside and pulled Melanie screaming off the ground to drop her up on the giant's palm, where she lay as Mityl followed the road that had led them here. In a minute the monster would reach the city. She would crush and devour all its people, leave nothing but destruction in her wake. And there was nothing Melanie could do to stop her.

But Mityl stopped after twenty or so steps, and spoke in such a different tone it gave Melanie whiplash. “Aaaaand, scene! I think that's a wrap, everybody!” She smiled at Melanie, not the cruel smile from before but a perfectly friendly one, almost bubbling over with joy. “So, how did I do? Was I convincing?”

Melanie could find no words except for “What?”, uttered over and over again in growing bewilderment.

“Oh, sorry! Guess I should get you other guys out here.” Mityl pulled her hand under her face; Melanie was scared she meant to eat her, but instead Mityl spat Oscar out onto her palm. She went over to help him, and almost hugged him despite the spit.

It turned out Mityl never swallowed Oscar, and kept him tucked away in her cheek instead. But what could possibly explain that she then produced Paul from her sole, as safe and sound as Melanie and Oscar? The poor man couldn't even speak at first, and when he did, all he could say was that she had stepped on him but somehow it hadn't hurt. A miracle, it sounded like. Mityl couldn't give a better answer; it seemed perfectly natural to her that he should survive being stepped on by someone whose toes alone weighed thousands of tons.

“You three were really great! It's weird but I don't think I've ever seen you before. And I've followed Hollywood for a long time! Are you guys new at this?”

“New at... field surveys?” Melanie asked. Having come out of this unscathed, she was the only one willing to talk to Mityl.

“Field Surveys? No, silly! New at acting! You've got a lot of talent if you are. It really looked like you were scared I was going to kill you!” Mityl spewed out all her thoughts about the scene and everyone's performance, from which Melanie and the others eventually pieced together the trick that Engelson had played on all of them.

Mityl was heartbroken when they explained what had really happened. She apologized over and over and over again, swearing up and down that she had no clue even after the trio said they didn't blame her. Then they sat down together to decide what to do. It was by Oscar's suggestion that they went back for the cameras afterwards, but it was Mityl's idea to send their footage to one of the amateur filmmakers she had worked with previously, and have it all made into a short film that was released in theaters worldwide a few months later.

Kirk Engelson sued them for using his studio's cameras without permission, but dropped the lawsuit when they threatened to countersue for endangerment. The movie made bank, and the profits were split between everyone involved, bringing them enough money to pursue all their dreams. Mityl gave up on working with Hollywood, and teamed up with her director friend instead to make all the movies she wanted to make—including a ton of sequels to their breakout hit, The Giant of the Foothills. She made so many that people started to wonder if she didn't like playing the evil giantess a little too much. But maybe that was what made them such big hits, to the point that copycats started making their own giantess horror films with model sets, special effects, famous actors, and way bigger production values.

Not one of them found half as much success as Mityl's films. There was something so visceral and impressive about a real life giantess that no imitator could hope to match, as anyone who ever saw her in person could attest. And while she wasn't the most successful actor out there, she was more than happy being, in her own way, the biggest movie star in the world.

As nice as Five-seveN's big new body was, being the biggest and strongest of all of the G&K Dolls came with endless obligations. Turned out that sixteen hundred feet of height, and all the mass and power that came with it, made you very useful in war. She was frequently deployed to the frontlines to break through enemy defenses, hold back an assault, destroy a scouting party, or split their forces and distract them while some other team carried out a mission elsewhere.

Her size and heft also made her a big target, and so a huge amount of ordnance was pumped into her synthetic skin on the regular. Bullets more mostly harmless, piercing her skin but not the protective layers beneath it, but mortars, artillery shells, missiles, and other forms of explosive firepower could and did cause heavy damage in large enough numbers, or if aimed at a weak spot. She could take a lot of abuse, but needed frequent trips to the repair bay, even just for the regular stresses that such a big body underwent in daily life. Bullets and metal shrapnel were extracted from her, her clothes and skin repaired or even replaced, and her body given a general tune-up. It was a lengthy, expensive project, one which could take as much as a week in the worst cases, but the recovery period that followed showed the upsides to being such a valuable asset.

Five-seveN's physical wellbeing wasn't the only thing that mattered to the G&K higher-ups. Her happiness was important to them too, if only to keep her compliant and performing at peak efficiency, and this came with a number of privileges. Almost anything she asked for, if it was in their power to give, they granted to her after repairs.

It was at her request, and by the higher-ups' orders, that the base's junior Commander now approached Five-seveN, to give her the personal pampering she wanted. Usually that job fell to a team of normal Dolls and humans, or to a less-giant Doll, since the task was too great for any one normal person, but today Five-seveN cared more about getting to know the new Commander.

Though it had been a couple months since her arrival at the base, and though she'd been sent here specifically to help manage all its giant T-Dolls, the junior Commander had gone out of her way to avoid Five-seveN, delivering all her commands through comms even when both were in the same location. Not that she had anything against Five-seveN personally—it was just her fear of heights that made it impossible to so much as look at the giant without this awful vertigo.

It seemed today marked the end of her avoidance tactics. Luckily, she wouldn't have to deal with Five-seveN's full height just yet as the Doll would be lying down the whole time. That's how she found Five-seveN, watching the Commander's approach from a mile outside the base. Since her normal clothes were being repaired, she was wearing her skimpy black bikini, laying bare thousands of square feet of skin to the Commander and everyone else at the base, many of whom +the Commander had caught appreciating the view.

Five-seveN was gorgeous, no doubt about it, but it was her size that the Commander fixated on. A hill of that shape and size would have stood out on any topographic map as valuable land to control. Involuntarily, the Commander pictured two battalions fighting for the privilege of setting up a base on her body. Five-seveN would have found that real amusing, she was sure.

“Welcome, Commander!” she cheerily said upon the woman's approach. “Stay there; I don't want you tiring yourself out walking to me. I'll help you the rest of the way!” The Commander would have frozen regardless when Five-seveN's hand stretched over to her. A hundred men could have fit comfortably on its open palm, or sheltered from enemy fire beneath it—or been swatted down like ants.

Sure the Commander knew Five-seveN would never do that, but the fact that she could seemed so much more important just now. Even having seen the battlefield dozens of times before, and felt the roar of enemy artillery threatening her position, she had never felt so frail and vulnerable as she did when a finger and thumb, each tip alone a thousand times more massive than her, settled on the ground to either side of her and started closing in. A tank could not have withstood a squeeze from those giants, much less an ant like herself. She knew it wouldn't happen—giant-model Dolls possessed incredible fine motor skills, as she had learned while training to work with them—but still held out her hands as if to hold them back.

The fingers closed in gently, unstoppably, folding her arms like they were made of tissue paper. In a second her whole body was caught in the painless yet inescapable hold of those peachy walls, and stolen from the earth's support. Only a sliver of the outside world was visible to her, and soon Five-seveN's face occupied all of that sliver, with one huge eye drawn close to look.

“How are you, Commander? Did you sleep well last night? Have a pleasant morning?” For someone so huge that one could almost feel the bassy thuds of her blinking, her tone was jarringly normal, as though talking to a person and not a bug caught in her grip. It compelled the Commander to answer, stiff with fear though she was. “I'm glad! You have a long day of work ahead of you, so it's important to be well rested. Hope you don't mind that I asked for you, by the way. I've just been itching to get to know you better, and I thought, what better chance than this? Do you know what you're doing, Commander?”

“I'm... not sure,” she answered.

“No worries; I'll guide you through it!” Five-seveN moved the Commander away, and dropped her on her lower belly, just above her bikini bottom. The Commander might have been more flustered if not for the sight of Five-seveN's skin as a landscape ahead of her. A landscape that moved along with her slow, deep breaths, rising and falling two dozen feet in each cycle.

After dropping her there, Five-seveN carried up a large wooden tub that seemed a mere thimble between her fingers. She gave the Commander a rag slung over the edge of it, then dumped the water into her navel, which swallowed it up without spilling a drop. The last bit of water, a large bucket's worth or so, she splashed on the Commander herself, and shook the earth with her giggling. “You can start just by washing me for now. We have all day, so no need to rush. Take it slow and enjoy the view!”

The Commander got to work as soon as she dried her face, taking the rag that was already quite drenched and kneeling to scrub Five-seveN's skin. There wasn't really any need to clean it; it had just been replaced two days ago, and since Dolls didn't sweat nor secrete other substances, it was damn near pristine. The whole thing seemed more an excuse to have the Commander crawling all over her—something Five-seveN would have freely confessed to if asked.

The only thing she loved better than seeing for herself how much bigger she was than everyone else, was seeing them appreciate her body, and for that there was nothing better than a first-time reaction. The new Commander didn't disappoint in that regard. She was so adorable working diligently on her skin, trying not to look at anything beyond what she was scrubbing now because every time she did it so plainly overwhelmed her. Five-seveN wanted more looks, though, so she started up a conversation.

“How old are you, Commander? Where are you from? Where did you study? Do you have family? What are your hobbies? Do you drink?” She asked all this and more, splitting the Commander's attention and drawing more looks across her belly and chest. At the same time, she placed her hand on the edge of her tummy, the end of her middle finger resting not ten feet from where the Commander worked.

It was such mixed messaging. On the one hand, Five-seveN holding a normal conversation with the Commander; on the other hand, continuously reminding her that she couldn't even measure up to the giant's fingertips. And that would set the tone for the rest of the day.

“How are you holding up, Commander? Does your rag need more water?” Five-seveN asked after a while. Every so often after that, she scooped up a bit of water from her navel and brought it over for the Commander to wet the rag.

Working from side to side and slowly progressing along Five-seveN's body, it took a couple hours to make it as far as the navel, even being less than thorough with her cleaning. The Commander's arms were sore, her body sweating, while Five-seveN remained as well-rested and spotlessly clean as ever. It felt like mockery, even if the Doll said nothing along those lines.

“Commander, you're looking tired. Why don't you take a break? Even better: take a refreshing dip in the pool!” Though phrased like a suggestion, Five-seveN's finger made it anything but. It nudged the Commander towards the giant's navel, and pushed her in with a little splash. Ten feet deep at the bottom and about as many wide, it really was a pool in the Commander's estimation; one big enough to drown in. After the splash, she swam to the edge and sat there, half-submerged, not daring to leave yet in case Five-seveN would feel insulted.

“Aren't you going in, Commander? Wait, do you not know how to swim?”

“Not too well,” she answered.

“Sorry for pushing you in, then. Although, if you want to practice, I'll be watching over you should anything go wrong. You won't find a better lifeguard anywhere in the world!” The Commander didn't doubt it, but preferred to stay put. She really could use a break, so she lay back with just her legs in the water and shut her eyes. After a while she sensed movement, and things suddenly went dark. She looked up, finding the giant's palm arched over her, fingers idly scratching her tummy. Though it helped block out the sun, the Commander now was way too nervous to relax again, feeling as if any moment now that grooved, uneven roof would collapse on her.

“Say, Commander, I wanted to ask. How's the situation at the front lines? Have we held our ground there since I came back for repairs?”

An unexpected question. The Commander looked up from her scrubbing. “We have, thanks to all your comrades. And thanks to you as well. You were an enormous help in getting us to a more defensible position.”

Thinking on the battlefield situation was a welcome distraction, so the Commander was glad when Five-seveN asked more questions about it, and about what she would be doing once she was sent back. It was the first time today she spoke so deferentially, and it helped get the Commander back on steady footing, even if it wouldn't last.

“Oh, looks like lunch just arrived Commander. You'll help me eat it, won't you?” said Five-seveN.

Lunch in this instance was a big vat of fatty still-sizzling beef and a few hefty cakes. Dolls didn't process food like humans, so eating “healthy” wasn't a factor in their diets; better to get them something tasty and dense in energy.

Five people were needed to carry it all and lay it out next to Five-seveN. The amount of food heaped up there would have fed a hundred soldiers to satiation, but to her it didn't represent even one full bite. Good thing her appetite didn't match her size, or she would have eaten as much as a great metropolis.

After thanking the delivery team, which scurried off right away, Five-seveN placed the Commander down next to her food. She rolled over and rested her chin two dozen yards away, then stuck out her tongue and rested its tip in front of the Commander. Two rows of solid white teeth and the darkness at the back that led to her throat loomed before the Doll's servant. Her breath blew over the Commander with a whoosh, whipping up her ponytail, as the beastly, massive tongue sat wet and glistening awaiting its meal.

Why did a giant Doll need all this? The Commander remembered asking that during her training, and even getting an answer, but whatever the instructor had said was lost to her memories. Felt like the only reason for the giants to have such anatomically correct mouth parts was so she could be here now in this absurd situation.

Well, her task was clear. With a pair of tongs left on top of the cake pile, she grabbed chunks of meat and threw them up on Five-seveN's tongue, allowing the Doll to take it in and savor every few pieces. It was harrowing to watch them disappear into that gaping maw, never to be seen again, most of all since she could all too easily imagine herself traveling down that deep dark throat in place of that food, puny grain of rice that she was. No less unsettling was the squelch of the tongue settling in front of her again, and the view of the gaping cavern.

The cakes came after the beef, three or four at a time, and it only took a minute for all of them to disappear inside Five-seveN, except for one she told the Commander to set aside for herself. “That's the last of it!” she shouted as Five-seveN swallowed her last bite.

“Ah, that's too bad. I'm still a bit peckish.”

“I can give you my cake if you want.”

Five-seveN giggled. “Thanks, but I've had enough sweets. I want something a bit meatier.” The Commander checked the vat of meat again, but it was empty save for some grease and burnt bits welded to the bottom. “No, not that either! I think I'll try something livelier today~.”

The Commander copped on to her meaning much too late. No sooner had she turned around than the giant's tongue slid over her, pushing her flat on the ground. It licked her whole body up and down, smothering her so completely that however hard she tried she couldn't so much as get her head off the ground. It was only an innocent prank, but the Commander truly felt she was about to be eaten up until Five-seveN pulled her tongue away.

“Sorry, sorry! I just can't help myself sometimes. You're all so cute and easy to tease! Do you want another dip in my belly button to wash off, Commander? I can ask for more water if you do.”

“M-maybe later,” she replied, trying to hide how hard she was panting.

Some buckets of paint had been delivered along with the food, and Five-seveN now asked the Commander to paint her nails with them, something she had to do from atop said nails. The paint was the same ashen white as the Doll's hair, and roughly half a bucket was needed to cover each nail. The Commander started doing careful strokes with the big brush they'd left for her, trying to keep the coat even, but later switched to haphazardly slapping the brush around just to finish as soon as possible. As long as she didn't leave anything unpainted it didn't seem to matter..

Though it covered a much smaller area, somehow this painting felt more tiresome than scrubbing all of Five-seveN's lower belly, and that was before she was asked to paint the toenails as well. The one big positive was that she was closer to the ground during all of this.

Five-seveN kept a close watch over her the whole time—close enough to feel her breath while on her nails—which was as unnerving as ever, but at least she kept still until the Commander was finished with everything and back on the ground. Then she wiggled her toes, admiring the paint job. “Pretty good for your first time, Commander! You got a tiny bit on my skin, but I'm sure it's just because you're tired. Next time you can start with the painting and save the scrubbing for later!” Learning there would be a next time made the Commander grimace, though she dropped the frown before it could be seen. “And now... Hm. What else can I make you... I mean, what else is left to do?” She looked herself over, and stopped her eyes on her chest. “Oh right, I almost forgot!”

Once again the Commander was grabbed and lifted to terrifying heights. Rather than some peachy field, this time she was dropped on a black-capped hill, connected to a mirror image of itself by a black rope walkway. Or rather, on the black bikini covering Five-seveN's right breast. The Doll was lying on her back again, head raised to look at the itty-bitty Commander. “This is the last job I have for you today. I need you to check the strap here to make sure it's not damaged. I'm sure you can tell it goes through a lot of stress, and it'd be really embarrassing if it snapped before my normal clothes are ready.”

She meant the strap connecting the cups of her bikini top, which stretched a hundred feet long over a valley just as deep. The Commander almost refused, but a finger appeared at her back to nudge her forward. “Come on, don't be scared~. I promise I'll hold very still so it doesn't wobble.” The wobbling hadn't even occurred to her, so if anything the reassurance just made her more scared, but she was already on one end of the strap with nowhere to go but forward.

The strap was five feet thick, and pulled so taut it may as well have been a steel beam. The Commander dropped to her hands and knees and crawled numbly across, always keeping a firm grip on the fabric with at least one hand. Five-seveN saw it as her trying to be thorough, and watched as though it were the cutest thing in the world.

Though she promised to hold still, her breathing still put a disturbing amount of motion into her chest. The Commander heard that strap groan as those soft wobbles strained it, and feared it could snap at any time. It must have been made of some miracle material to be able to hold together through all that and more.

As she crawled, she kept her eyes fixed on the fabric, ignoring everything else. But after a while she thought, “This isn't so bad,” and figured she could hazard a look overboard to put her resolve to the test. Well it failed the test. The hundred foot drop to Five-seveN's sternum seemed ten times greater than that to the Commander, and she felt herself that much smaller and more helpless next to the Doll. She squeaked and quickly pulled back from the edge, already hyperventilating from that quick glance.

With her whole body tense, she hurried the rest of the way to the end. At last she reached solid ground of Five-seveN's other breast, so relieved she could have kissed it. “Everything looks fine. I couldn't find even a frayed fiber,” she reported, pleased that her voice hardly cracked.

“That's good to hear.” Five-seven sounded like she already knew that's what she'd find. “Thank you so much for your help today, Commander! I'm glad I could finally get to know you. I feel much more confident in your leadership now.”

“You're welcome. So that's it? There's nothing else that needs doing? Can I—should I—go back to work?”

“Don't worry about that! I asked Griffin to let me have all day with you. Since you're already finished with that task, why not take the rest of the day off and relax? No one will say a thing as long as you're here with me. And if someone does, we can say that I kidnapped you and forced you to to stay~.” That didn't feel far from the truth, least of all when Five-seveN grabbed the Commander again.

This time she was introduced to the giant's lip for a big, engulfing kiss, then deposited neatly into Five-seveN's cleavage. Her breasts loomed large beside the Commander, but they didn't become truly threatening until the Doll crossed her arms under her chest, hoisting it higher and making her cleavage so narrow that a squad could have only walked through in single file. At times while she breathed the walls came so close together they nearly entombed the Commander in that flawless synthetic skin. “There you go; a perfect resting place for our new Commander,” said Five-seveN, surely not intending the sinister meaning which the Commander heard in that phrase. “Take a nap if you like. I'll watch over you to make sure nothing happens.”

A pretty sentiment; the Commander would have appreciated it more if she didn't feel like a cornered animal under the gaze of a far greater predator. But she supposed she should be grateful that the only T-Doll of this size was as... well-behaved and considerate as this. In the end she did take Five-seveN's offer and lay down to sleep in her bosom, if only so she wouldn't have to deal with her nerves all afternoon.

Patchouli was puzzled. She'd been trying out a spell meant to summon humans from the outside world, but even though she could feel every cast of the spell taking effect, nothing at all had appeared yet. It wasn't until the fourth cast that she finally noticed an effect, though definitely not the one she was expecting. A small magic circle appeared on a nearby table, and soon there materialized inside it what seemed at first glance only a little of dust. But there were too many straight lines and geometric patterns in it for it to just be dust, and on closer inspection Patchouli saw it was an entire human city, shrunk in size to just a few inches across; a tiny city filled with much tinier humans, each of them reduced to a pitiful speck of dust cowering in the streets as Patchouli's lazy lavender eyes overlooked them all.

The sleepy mage seemed an all-powerful Goddess to the mites caught under her gaze. As she stretched a hand towards them, they saw that their whole city was only as big as her palm. When her fingers touched down on the table's surface, each of them a mountain to surpass the biggest on Earth, their whole world was taken by tremors and they were violently knocked off balance, all the while that curious woman just stared at them wordlessly. Her breath ripped through the city's streets, nearly blowing away all that helpless humanity, nearly sucking them up to the depths of her nose. Millions of voices screamed and begged her to stop, but even if she had been able to hear them, Patchouli wouldn't have cared. The city and its people were all hers, at least until she was done examining them.

As awful as it was to be at her mercy, not knowing what the girl intended with them, this city was as yet the luckiest one. Elsewhere in the mansion, another city sat inside an impossibly massive cave, one that was dank with a peculiar scent. Except this cave was no more than the left shoe of the mansion's chief maid, Sakuya Izayoi. As Sakuya awoke and got ready for work, her steps were felt as intense earthquakes by the people inside her shoe. Many buildings collapsed before she even got close to them, but that was nothing yet. When Sakuya put on her shoe, the millions of frightened humans saw her enormous toes, all clad in a fine white stocking, fall through the enormous hole in the roof of their “cave” and start sliding towards them.

Any one of her toes was to them a monster besides which Godzilla would seem a mere mouse. Even the pinkie could have wrecked the whole city in seconds. Seeing them all rushing toward them at the same time, with the incomprehensibly gigantic mass of Sakuya's foot behind them, was enough to shatter the minds of all the pathetic specks whose very existence the chief maid ignored. They could do nothing but scream as that unstoppable white wall fell on them, sweeping away everything in its path. Every last building in the city, and millions of its people, were snuffed out in an instant, their rubble and remains all caught up in the tangles of monstrous fibers that made up her sock, not one of them even reaching Sakuya's skin.

She knew nothing of the destruction she caused, nor of the few hundred survivors wailing in her sock fibers, terrified out of their minds by the merest wiggle of Sakuya's godly toes, and if she had known, she never would have let such a meaningless tragedy get in the way of her duties.

All readied up for the day, Sakuya left her room and walked the long, familiar hall on her way to her mistress's throne room, every step she took rattling the pathetic survivors and assaulting their ears with a deafening clap. She arrived just in time to greet her mistress, the powerful vampire Remilia Scarlet, and to open the door for her.

Remilia proudly entered the throne room and walked to her seat, yet as she approached it, she noticed the seat was already taken. Her keen eyes detected a tiny city sitting right on the cushion, and even saw all the diminutive humans returning her gaze as she approached. The mistress stopped before her throne, red eyes shining devilishly upon the frightened millions, like twin blood moons.

“Is something the matter, Mistress?” Sakuya asked on seeing Remilia's hesitation. She approached to help in any way she could but Remilia's upraised hand halted her.

“Everything is fine. I merely got caught up in thought,” said the vampire, and she calmly turned herself around, greeting the city with a view of her shapely rear. Her dress hung close enough to her body that every curve of it was visible to the specks of dust below. Visible and magnified, though few were in the mindset to admire it as that immense, meteoric butt was falling towards them, bringing them deeper and deeper into its shadow until the instant the whole city was obliterated under its cataclysmic impact, much to Remilia's quiet satisfaction.

By the time Remilia took her seat, Sakuya had already gotten a cup of tea ready for her, and after receiving some orders from her mistress, Sakuya went to carry them out. First, though, she paid a visit to the mansion's front gate, where she found the guard snoring away. A quick rap on her head sufficed to wake her up.

“Morning, Sakuya,” yawned the shameless redhead.

“It would be a good morning if you were doing your job, Meiling,” said the maid. “Look here: you've let those insects build a nest right beside you. In a little longer they could have been crawling all over you. How can someone so careless be a guard for our Mistress?”

Meiling looked at the nest Sakuya pointed out, a small greyish patch right by her feet. “Huh. That definitely wasn't there before. No worries, I'll take care of it, just like I take care of everyone who tries to sneak in here!”

Sakuya frowned, but it was true that Meiling usually did a very good job even if it didn't look that way. She turned and headed back to the mansion. Once she was gone, Meiling slipped off her shoe and raised her foot over the little bug nest, which unbeknownst to her was the third of the cities Patchouli had summoned.

Sweat droplets rained down on the city as she wiggled her toes. The smallest ones were bigger than their greatest skyscrapers, and the deadly shower annihilated entire blocks all over the city. Lint and specks of dust fell along with the sweat, each of them a fast-flying meteor to her helpless victims. The screams of all those human specks were silenced all at once when she finally dropped her sole on them, crushing the city deep into her footprint. Then with a stretch and a yawn she put her shoe back on and rested her eyes again.

She was already snoring by the time Sakuya paid a visit to the library bearing Patchouli's lunch, which she set down at the librarian's request. Patchy's city still sat on the table with her, having been the subject of much curious observation. Patchy was satisfied with what she'd seen, though, and with no more reason to keep it around, she sent it back to wherever it had come from. Or at least, that's what she thought she did. Truth was, something went wrong with the spell, as it did with the others, and rather than being sent back, the city was transported to the seat of Patchouli's chair, at a size even more pitiful than before. The city as a whole could have been take as a speck of dust, and is people were less than germs crawling on it.

The world around them was shaken to its core as Patchouli walked over to the chair, and once they saw her, the pitiful humans were aghast to see her even bigger than before.

It was hard for them to judge just how big she had become, with the vast distances involved, but when she turned her back to them, her cheeks loomed far above those germs, each of them as huge as a moon. Millions of voices wailed as her butt began its descent. At their diminutive size, time ran faster for them than it did for Patchouli, who seemed to move in slow motion, but “slow” for her was still unbelievably fast for them.

Larger and larger grew Patchy's butt in the view of the unnoticed germs, its curved becoming ever more pronounced until... WHAM! With the force of a falling planet Patchouli's rear settled on the cushion just a fraction of an inch away from those specks, kicking up a vicious wind that blew away all their screams. They would have been blown away too, but those germs were so small that static forces could hold their whole city safely in place.

They stood now before Patchy's butt crack, shaking and sobbing as their feeble minds struggled with its incomprehensible size. All that vastness looming over them made clear to all their minds that they were nothing. Even had she looked at her chair, she would never have noticed their city sitting on it. She could end their lives it an instant even now—and that's precisely what happened when she scooted back in her chair. The wall of endless pink rushed towards them faster than they could scream. Its threads zoomed in on them, until a single one was all they could see. The the thread smashed right into them, snuffing out the city in an instant.

And yet, miraculously, some humans survived, just as they did in the other cities, saved by the softness of the very girls who had so easily ended the lives of all their neighbors. Now reduced to germs, or less than germs, they clung to the skin and clothes of the Scarlet Devil Mansion's godlike inhabitants, beneath their care, beneath their notice, surviving off the refuse of those immense women. At least for a while. It wouldn't take much to end their lives, and one by one they were snuffed out by the most casual actions from their superiors, be it the curl of a toe or the mere adjustment of their sitting position. The girls even killed them by sweating, drowning the helpless humans in vast lakes of sweat, until eventually all were gone.

For as long as he could remember, Izuku Midoriya had wanted nothing more than to be a Pro Hero. It was a wish inspired by his idol: All Might, the greatest hero to ever exist. But as the years slowly ticked by, Izuku began to worry. His quirk still hadn't manifested. In fact, he was the only one in his class, and almost the only one in the whole grade, who still didn't have a quirk. “Don't worry, honey, I'm sure it'll develop eventually!” said his mother, Inko, in an attempt to cheer him up. Izuku wanted to believe she was right, and he tried to keep his hopes up while waiting impatiently for his quirk, but he really was starting to worry. He read up on various websites about how to speed up your quirk's development, or even how a completely quirkless person could develop one from scratch, and tried out some of the advice he read there, but months had gone by without anything to show for it.

That was until he woke up one morning caught under what seemed like a huge and heavy tarp. Izuku spent a long time trying to crawl out from under it, wondering what had happened to him. Had he been teleported somewhere else? Maybe he had done it himself in his sleep. Teleportation—that was a really useful quirk! He could definitely become a Pro Hero with that! If he really did have it... Somehow, that didn't feel like the right answer. But if he hadn't teleported, then what had happened to him?

A minute later, still struggling under the tarp, Izuku heard a familiar voice. “Izuku, honey! You're gonna be late for class if you don't get up!” It was his mom, calling from the hall. He could hear her footsteps, too, passing by the door. But if that was his mom, did that mean he was still in his room? How could that be? He had definitely gone more than fifty feet under this tarp.

Crawling onwards, Izuku soon met with with a slope. He could see light way down at the bottom, so he held on tight to the tarp and climbed downwards. Near the bottom, his grip faltered, and he fell some thirty feet to the ground. His scream was cut short by the impact, but aside from losing his breath, he survived the drop unharmed. He rolled over on his belly, raised himself up onto his knees, and as he raised his eyes to look all around, he finally got the answer he was looking for. Izuku was still in his own bedroom, but not as he had been before. He had shrunk in his sleep, and judging by his surroundings, he was around two inches tall now.

Almost anybody else would have been seriously scared to find themselves so small and helpless, but not Izuku. Why, he was ecstatic! He finally had a quirk now! Sure, shrinking wasn't nearly as useful as teleporting, but maybe he could use it to grow, too. He could definitely become a Pro Hero with a power like that. He'd be just like Mt. Lady! And even if he could only shrink, he would find a way to make that power work for him. Maybe he could do some crazy acrobatics by changing his size at just the right time...

Not even a minute since he learned about his quirk and Izuku was already theorycrafting what he could do with it. Why, he was so into it that he forgot all about school, or even growing back to normal, so that he was still the same size when his mom came knocking again. This time she opened the door slowly, looking over at his bed. “Izuku?” She looked around for her son, but though he was almost right under her nose, she never thought to look for him down below.

For his part, Izuku just stood there watching her, neither growing himself nor trying to get her attention in any way. He was just too amazed by Inko's size. In his eyes, his mother was twice as big as Mt. Lady! The floor shook with her steps, and her voice sounded like the rumble of distant thunder. It was such an intense experience, he didn't think of doing anything until Inko had gone to check if he was in the bathroom. He was about to grow himself and tell her the good news, but instead of that, Izuku decided to surprise her with it. He ran out after his mom, reaching her while she stood in the bathroom doorway searching inside for any sign he had been there. By then he was almost breathless from the sheer effort of keeping pace with his mom's slow, shuffling pace, and he stopped nearby for a second to catch his breath.

Inko was barefoot at the time, and idly scratched the back of her leg with her toenails, biting her lip as she worried over her son's possible disappearance. “I'll try calling his phone,” she decided, and as she went to get her own, she walked right towards the very person she was looking for, never realizing he was there.

Izuku only had a second to shout after the power of her first step knocked him over on his behind, but his cry for attention was silenced when his mother's enormous sole fell mercilessly on his puny self. The pressure was incredible. Her skin met his entire body, and pressed him into the floor. The impact knocked all thoughts out of his head, all that existed for him were the intense sensations of his body caught between the hard wood below and his mom's incredibly soft wrinkled sole above.

The moment lingered in his awareness for what felt like a minute, but in truth it was only a second before Inko raised her foot to see what he had stepped on. Her sole held on to Izuku for a bit longer, lifting him a few inches into the air, but he soon fell off and hit the floor again.

Inko bent over to look at the little thing, brushing a lock of hair away from her eyes. “Izuku? Is that you, honey?”

“H-hi, mom,” he replied, and would have said more had she not spooked him by falling on her knees over him.

“Oh my goodness, honey, what happened to you?” She reached for him, but stopped when she noticed how small and fragile her boy looked beside her hands. He was only the size of her pinkie! “Are you okay? I'm so sorry I stepped on you, Izuku. If only I had looked down!”

“Mom, it's okay! I'm fine, really! See?” Izuku stood up, waved his arms and took a few steps, showing off his perfect health, and all the while he couldn't stop smiling. “You don't have to feel sorry for me anymore. Can't you see what this means? I have a quirk now!”

Inko was amazed. In the shock of having stepped on her little shrunken son, she hadn't quite realized what it meant that he was so tiny. Inko was so happy for her Izuku, she squealed and swept him up into her palm, hugging him fast against her cheek. “My sweet boy, it finally happened! Your very own quirk! Thank goodness! I was afraid you'd never get one. You've done it, Izuku! Now you can finally be a hero! We have to celebrate this! I'll get something big ready for this afternoon! When you get back from school we'll...” Inko gasped and pulled her son away. “School! You're going to be late if you don't get ready quick! Can you grow back, honey?”

“Sure! Just put me down and I'll do it.” But only when he was back on the floor did it occur to him that he didn't actually know how to go back to normal. He tried focusing on getting bigger in a few different ways, visualized everything else getting smaller around him and tried to imagine what it might feel like to grow, but nothing worked. The seconds ticked by, then a couple minutes, before Inko asked if something was wrong and Izuku had to sheepishly admit he wasn't sure how to grow himself yet.

Of course Inko was worried—what mother wouldn't be in a situation like this?—but she took charge of the situation, calling the school to tell them that there was an emergency and Izuku might not be showing up today. “Come on; we're going to the doctor,” she said, grabbing him without waiting to hear his thoughts. Her thumb rested on his front, covering most of his torso underneath its breadth, while a pair of fingers held him from the back. Since she knew he could handle some pressure, she held him firmly as she carried him towards her purse and dropped him inside.

While he called to her from inside Izuku wouldn't have his voice heard until they were in the car, the purse riding shotgun with a seat belt on for good measure. “Mom, we don't need to go to the doctor! I promise I can figure this out on my own!” he called to her from the opening, but Inko was already backing out into the street.

“Alright. If you manage to grow even just twice this size before we get to the clinic, I promise you I won't take you to the doctor,” she said. “Until then, sit tight and let your mother handle this.” Izuku knew better than to argue with his mom when she got like this, least of all now that he was so small she could sit on him to make him behave, so he shut up and focused all his thoughts on getting bigger again. But if he was any taller by the time Inko parked the car again, it couldn't have been by more than a hair's breadth.

Worried that he might be stolen if she kept him in her purse, Inko pulled Izuku out again and pushed him into her pants pocket. Her pants were tight—she really needed a bigger size, though she'd never admit it to herself until she couldn't fit the button anymore—and so Izuku was fully smothered against her thigh by the fabric, hardly able to move under the pressure. When a press of Ink's fingers was added to the equation, he gave up and accepted this embarrassment.

At least Inko's thigh was pretty soft, or else it would have been worse. Then again, maybe that wasn't such a good thing in the end. Inko kept rocking her feet nervously while waiting for her turn, which got her plump thighs shaking and Izuku shook along with them, totally dominated by Inko's mass. There were a lot of people in the waiting room, too, so it was getting awfully stuffy. Combined with her nerves, it got Inko sweating so much that soon Izuku's pajamas were all damp with her sweat. It was really, really uncomfortable in there. Was this what being waterboarded felt like? He tried to squirm again, let his mother know he wanted out, but she pressed her hand on him again, thinking he was misbehaving. Thank goodness her name was called right after that.

She went straight inside the doctor's office, closed the door behind her, and before the doctor could even ask what the matter was, Inko pulled out poor Izuku son and showed him to her. He was so relieved just to be out of that damp prison that he sat meekly in his mother's palm enjoying his freedom while she explained everything to the doctor. Then he traded hands, finding himself manhandled by the doc's more slender fingers as she inspected his body and questioned him about his experience.

“Everything seems normal, Mrs. Midoriya,” said the doctor, handing him back to his mom. “Your son just needs to figure out how to control his size, is all. This is a common problem for people who develop a shrinking quirk. It's usually much easier for these people to shrink than to grow. He needs practice to figure it out.”

“How long, doctor?” asked Inko.

“That's the tricky part. I really don't know. It can take a few days, a few months, or in rare instances a few years to develop the skills needed to grow back to their normal size and remain there until they choose to shrink. As long as he keeps at it, though, it should speed up the process considerably.”

There was nothing more she could do for them, aside from giving Inko a note to explain to Izuku's school why he wouldn't be able to attend for some time. After taking it to the principal, Inko arrived back home, pulled Izuku from her pocket again, and collapsed on the couch, feeling so stressed from the morning's events. “Well, honey, looks like you'll be staying home with me until you get this sorted out,” she said. “I'm sure you'll do it sooner rather than later. You're such a hard worker when you set your mind to something.”

Izuku was of the same mind. It obviously wasn't good that he was stuck at this size for now, but he was confident he could solve the problem quickly, provided he kept plugging away at it. He'd been focused on nothing but his own growth ever since they left the doctor's office, and meant to do it every waking second he could spare. Right now, though, he was too distracted by Inko's manhandling.

She held him in the palm of her hand, which was bigger to him than a king-sized bed, and very nearly as soft. Her thumb rested on him, its powerful, wrinkled mass easily moving his little limbs and rolling him over so she could inspect him. “I guess it's not the worst thing ever. At least I get to see more of you now. And you're so adorable at this size!” Smiling, she brought Izuku to her mouth and planted a big, sloppy kiss on him, wrapping his whole head up in her puckered lips and leaving a drop of saliva all over his face. “ I guess I'd better leave you to it. You sit tight there while I see to some chores. I'll come get you when lunch is ready.”

Izuku stayed on the couch while his mom went to get the broom and dustpan, trying some other ideas for how to grow himself. He spent an hour in intense concentration, lying down with his eyes closed to shut out the rest of the world. It was no surprise to him that at the end of that hour he still hadn't made any progress—he knew it might take a long time and was willing to spend as longs was necessary to conquer his quirk—but he had to wonder if this was really the right approach. His head was starting to hurt, and he felt he might be better off taking a break for now.

Not that he meant to sit around doing nothing until his mom came for him. Izuku would take this time to train the other skills he would need as a Pro Hero with a shrinking quirk, beginning with how to get around at such a tiny size. He jumped off the couch, confident that he could survive the fall even though it seemed sixty feet high to him, then ran around the room, using all the furniture as hurdles for this obstacle course, climbing up and down the couches, the footrest, the TV's power cord, and anything else he could find, all of which came far more easily than expected. It turned out his smaller size also made him as nimble as a mouse.

That was just the start of his workout, but his next idea for how to keep training his abilities was... a bit embarrassing since he needed his mom's help. He spent all of lunch time building up the guts to ask her, while he sat next to her plate and ate the tiny bits of food she handed to him. “Hey, mom?” he began. “You know I want to become a Pro Hero with my quirk, right? Well, I was thinking, if I want to get serious about it I need to start doing physical training right away, especially since I have a lot of free time and nothing else to use it on.”

“I think that's a wonderful idea, Izuku!”

“Er, thanks, mom. So, I want to train my agility, and I think I can do that on my own, but I might need your help with some other stuff.”

“I'll help out in any way I can. Say the word and I'm there for you!”

Firstly, Izuku suggested that he might train his strength against hers. She was much stronger than him at this size, so even pushing against one of her fingers would be an intense workout. Inko readily agreed to help him out, but then Izuku suggested that she might also help him train his endurance by stepping on him a bunch. “I promise it'll be fine! I wasn't hurt at all when you stepped on me this morning, and if for some reason that changes I'll let you know right away. But I still got stunned when it happened and that's something I want to prevent. I thought it might help if you... keep walking over me until I can handle it.” He knew it sounded ridiculous, but it was the most efficient way to do his endurance training.

Inko was obviously hesitant to trample her own flesh and blood like he was some bug, but he was insistent, and eventually she gave in and let him crawl in her slipper. Her foot slipped inside a moment later, slowly, making sure not to put too much pressure on her boy even as her sole lay on top of him. It took her a minute to ease herself into the right mindset and let her weight rest naturally on him, hoping that her foot and slipper were both soft enough not to hurt him.

They were both very soft, as Izuku experienced firsthand, but that didn't keep him from almost losing consciousness under his mother's immense weight. Then Inko started walking—more of a shuffle than a walk, really—softly trampling him over and over again. A few minutes later she stopped to check in on Izuku, pulling out her foot and looking at him inside her slipper. He said he was fine, though, and that she should keep going for another half hour, so she stuck her foot back in and decided to go do laundry until then.

Even her most casual walk was an intense assault on Izuku, and if not for the increased resilience that his shrinking granted him he never could have survived it. He spent the whole time on the verge of losing consciousness, and while he tried to resist, it was hard to muster the willpower for that when his mind was being dominated by the endless THUMP THUMP THUMP of Inko's foot, or by its incredible weight and warmth and softness whenever she was standing still.

Inko soon got used to stepping on him. It helped that he was actually quite comfortable. Her slippers were a bit old and worn; they had lost some support over the years, and Izuku's body was just the right shape and size she needed to make them feel better on her feet. There were times when she stood still and added some extra pressure to her foot, all so she could better appreciate his adorably tiny body being pressed into her sole. Then halfway through the spin cycle, she moved Izuku from one slipper to the other so he could do some good for both her feet.

Once everything was taken care of, she settled back down in the couch and took Izuku out. It had gotten warm under her foot, so he was moist with both his sweat and hers. Finally freed from the weight of her foot, he took some deep breaths and slowly opened his eyes while Inko watched thoughtfully. “Izuku, are you sure this was a good idea? You're looking really worn.”

“I-it's fine, mom, really. I just need to get used to it. Next time I won't look so bad, I promise.”

“If you say so.” Inko shrugged. She still wasn't convinced this would help him, but as long as it didn't hurt him either, she was fine with having him as her new insole. “Since I'm helping out with your training, though, and since I'll be spending all day taking care of you now, do you mind if I ask for a little something as thanks?”

“Not at all! I'm happy to help you any way I can!”

“Then could you give your dear, tired mother a little foot massage right now?”

“Um... sure, I can do that for you! Maybe it'll help with my training, too.”

“Wonderful! You're such a good boy.” Inko gave him another wet kiss, then placed him on the far end of the foot rest and kicked up both her legs. Her heels almost bounced Izuku away when they hit the foot rest. Inko's soles were really impressive looming over him like that. Each of them was some four times his height, and even the slightest motion showcased their awesome power.

Inko smiled at her son, wiggling toes and scrunching soles as she waited for him to get to work.  When at last he came forward and started rubbing her left heel, his hands felt so adorably tiny against her sole. “Keep at it, Izuku. You're doing a great job!” she said, though his technique was far from the best. In fact, with such meager strength he barely managed to sink his hands into her sole. Even so, she was loving this massage. There was just something so appealing about her dear Izuku working so hard to rub her foot when he was barely bigger than her second toes.

After finishing with one heel he went on to the other, then asked her to lower her feet so he could rub the rest of her soles. “Hmm. I have a better idea!” said Inko, and she clapped her soles together on him, catching him between them both. “This will help train your resistance more!”

She rubbed her soles together, sliding her son up and down between them, reveling in the ease with which she dominated him. Her boy felt so good in there that she maybe got a little bit carried away. When she moved her feet apart and thanked him for the help, she realized that he had passed out. Thankfully, she managed to wake him up just by blowing on his face. “Oh, thank goodness. Izuku, I'm so sorry for that! I thought if you could handle being stepped on, you could handle this too. I guess we still have a lot to learn about what your limits are,” she said, way more calmly than she would have expected. Normally she would have felt so bad about hurting her Izuku, but knowing she had the power to smother him under her sole any time she liked was... oddly satisfying.

No, what was she saying? That was no way to think about her own son. Little Izuku needed his mother to protect and pamper him until he was fully grown again, not step on him for her own pleasure. “Let me make it up to you, honey. Forget about your training and about doing anything else for me today. Just sit back and relax while I put you somewhere comfortable.” Izuku said there was no need, that he hadn't been hurt at all, but Inko wouldn't listen. She took him and slipped him right down her blouse, into her spacious cleavage. There her heavy breasts held him in close to her heart, where she knew he'd be safe.

Izuku was really embarrassed and confused about why she would put him in here of all places, but he told himself she just wasn't sure how to handle her son being pocket-sized now. He figured eventually things would settle down and life would become more normal despite his size. Little did he know how wrong he was.