Beth smiled wider, swishing her tongue back and forth. She loved how such a simple movement would cause the two tiny men hanging from her thumbnail to scream and beg. She laughed, blasting them with a shockwave of air and sound as the small man’s grip on his friend loosened.

She twitched her thumb, coiling her tongue beneath them. She could feel them slipping.

‘I can’t hold on!’ the one that clung to her nail cried, his body stretched painfully by the other’s weight. ‘Please,’ his friend sobbed, fat tears rolling down his reddening cheeks, ‘don’t let go!’

Beth laughed again, drowning their screams, ‘come on boys, I’m getting hungry,’ she purred playfully.

‘I can’t, I can’t,’ the victim on her thumb gasped, his arms threatening to tear, ‘I can’t.’

His friend loosed a howl of fear as he slipped from his grip, tumbling backwards towards the waiting abyss of hot, wet flesh. Beth slammed her tongue into him, catching him mid fall. He slid helplessly across the huge muscle, his fingers tickling her flesh as he scrabbled at her saliva soaked taste buds.

Her second victim looked on in horror as he descended into the darkness of her cavernous throat. He forced his tired body to work, dragging himself upwards and onto the soft pad of her thumb.

‘Ah-ah little guy,’ Beth smirked, ‘no so fast.’

Her pink lips closed around her thumb, completely enveloping her prey. With a satisfied smack she sucked him off of her digit and drew him into her mouth. Her tongue fell upon him, pushing him into the hot recess of her cheek before sending him down towards her waiting throat.

She leaned back, the leather sofa squeaking beneath her denim clad ass. Her eyes closed, savouring the pleasure of their journey to her stomach whilst the ghosts of their screams echoed in her ears.

Her hand automatically rose to her chest, feeling her hard nipple straining against the fabric of her bra. She squeezed gently, her fingers groping against the red, white and blue of her chequered shirt. She dreamed that she could still feel them, desperately clawing at her flesh as they were pushed deeper and deeper towards their demise. The power that radiated through her conjured warmth to blossom between her legs. She scrunched her toes in the deep crimson shag pile carpet that stretched beneath the coffee table. The sofa squeaked again as she softly ground her ass against it.

The feeling of being a goddess was indescribable; there was nothing so satisfying, nothing so erotic. She could pleasure herself at the mere thought of these tiny creatures, worshipping her, dying for her. It was bliss. Her hand squeezed a little tighter.

‘Alright pervo,’ Rachel scolded, a smile on her face, ‘save it for the bedroom!’

Beth straightened, her cheeks flushing pink for a split second. She shoved her housemate playfully, causing her to rock against the other arm of the sofa, ‘I wouldn’t be in this state if James wasn’t occupied repairing the Sizer.’

‘Yeah,’ Rachel smirked knowingly, ‘it was totally worth it though. Besides it’ll do you some good to work on some normal Shrinkys for a while, you’re too addicted to your little pet. You’ve had him way too long.’

Rachel twitched her leg, increasing the pressure on the frat boys that wailed in fear and agony beneath her bare sole. There was a tiny pop and a greater chorus of screams as the first one of them was crunched between the glass tabletop and the merciless flesh of their goddess.

‘Don’t get me wrong, you’ve got to have a proper slave to use and we couldn’t have done any of this without him but, y’know, maybe it’s time you got a new one? Keep James somewhere to make sure the Sizer keeps running but have a new one, a prettier one, to play with? Once we’re done breaking in my new toy we can head out and find one for you if you like? There’s always that guy from the bar in town.’

Rachel let her voice trail off, letting the seed now planted in Beth’s mind sprout.

Beth smirked back, amused at Rachel's choice of words. 'Guy' even after all this time, her best friend and lover couldn't help but lay playful traps.

She shrugged, ‘Yeah, he was cute. Or maybe the girl from the hotel when we went to the beach?'

Beth couldn't help but smile as Rachel's expression darkened. Always the jealous one.

'Still,' Beth continued, not wanting idle conversation to spark an argument with her fiery girlfriend, 'there’s something that makes me keep going back to James. I don’t know if it’s cos he was the first one or whatever. Maybe it’s just the way he looks at me you know? You can tell he utterly worships me, like properly.’

Rachel raised an eyebrow and lowered her foot further, ‘Yeah but any of them can worship you, most of them do it straight away.’ She lifted her big toe, freeing the battered and bruised man that had previously been trapped beneath it.

‘Slave,’ she commanded, ‘worship me.’ Her expression was a picture of cruelty, her cold eyes utterly without mercy as she watched him drop to his knees. His lips and hands tickled the side of her foot as he did as he was commanded. His little voice drifted into their ears, praising them, recognising their power, begging them to spare his life.

Rachel turned back to her partner, her cherubic face once again filled with sunshine. ‘See,’ she gestured to him, ‘it’s not hard to get them like that.’ He continued to pray, weeping and worshiping as her foot casually lifted off of his friends, allowing them brief respite as it hovered above him. Her shadow engulfed him for a split second before she drove her foot upon him, causing the coffee mugs to jingle from the force of the blow and reducing him to nothing but blood and paste.

The remaining men had barely time to run before her foot bulldozed into them, killing another and breaking the limbs of several more. The flesh of her foot was hot and sticky with sweat from being confined within her Uggs all morning. It swallowed their voices like a gorging beast.

Beth continued unruffled by her best friend’s display of cruelty, it was just another Saturday morning. ‘Yeah, but after all I have done to him these last ten years it’s like he actually worships me. It’s like he actually utterly believes I am the God. Like if he dies,’

‘Can he die?’ Rachel interrupted, her face thoughtful.

Beth shrugged again, ‘I dunno, I just click the button and the Sizer does what it does. He understands how it all works, compression fields and electrons or something, I don’t get it. I don’t know if he can die of old age or something but obviously he’s survived everything I’ve done to him so far. But yeah,’ she got herself back on track, ‘if he dies I genuinely think he believes he is going to get to heaven and I’ll just be like waiting there for him, sat on some massive golden throne or something, my foot already hanging over him ready to torture him all over again, for all eternity.’

Rachel giggled, killing another. ‘That’s so messed up!’ she shrieked, ‘no wonder you love fucking with him so much! I love how seriously you take this whole goddess thing. Tell me though; if you are God what does that make me?’

Beth laughed, nudging her housemate playfully, ‘do you even have to ask?’

Rachel adopted an innocent expression, her fingers fluttering to her lips, her eyes wide and angelic.

She knew the answer before it had left Beth’s lips.

‘You’re the Devil.’

The timing had been perfect.

She had discovered the advert for the Sizer during high school. It was part of the new wave of tech that was sweeping the world; first military, then specialist, then home use and finally the sex industry.

The Sizer could, unsurprisingly, manipulate the size of anything living or inanimate. The one she ordered, using a credit card stolen whilst at the mall, promised to make all of her size fantasies a reality. The only catch: it only worked on willing subjects.

That’s where James came in.

She had noticed him only days earlier. He was a loner, a geek, a tech head. He clearly had social issues and, after catching him peering through the tables at her exposed legs in class, had a crush on her.

Perfect.

She found him hidden away in a study space at the back of the library. She crossed the vaulted room slowly; confidence rippling the air around her as her hips swung seductively, her thumbs tucked into the pockets of her tight blue jeans.

James stole glimpses at her as she approached, his eyes flicking up from his textbook.

Beth’s dark, shadowed eyes scanned the room, they were alone.

James shrank behind his book as she dropped her tattered, grey bag onto the table and sank into the chair beside him. In a fluid motion she swung her feet up onto the vinyl topped table, crossing one leg over the other, her black DC skate shoes thudding heavily making him flinch.

She blew a strand of dyed black hair from her face. During high school Beth had been the epitome of skater girl fashion. Her pale wrists dripped with black rubber bracelets and festival wristbands, a studded belt enclosed her slender waist. Her midriff was exposed, the brilliant azure gem within her belly button sparkled below a black band t-shirt. She wore a black velvet collar at her throat and a sliver of silver pierced her nose.

‘You’re James, right?’ she smirked, shattering the tense silence.

Beth slipped off her shoe, exposing her black and green striped sock. She angled her ankle, her toe moving within an inch of James’ trembling eye.

‘Y-yeah,’ James stammered, his attention torn between the words in his hand and the foot that twitched beside his head. He could feel the heat radiating from the sweat dampened fabric, the scent of her foot sneaking into his nostrils. He was terrified.

She drew out her other foot and pushed her shoes across the table. Her socked feet left a damp imprint on the table where they rested.

‘Thought so,’ she smiled, turning to her bag. She had already noticed the bulge straining in his jeans. This would be easy.

Her fingers closed around the Sizer and she drew it out into the light. There was no mistaking the industry that had designed it; its sides were smooth, the pink plastic shimmering with glitter. There was a small plastic bulb at the top and beneath it two rubber enclosed buttons: one to grow up, the other to shrink down. The on off button was on the base.

She placed it on the table between them, ‘D’ya know what this is?’ she asked, her eyebrow lifting expectantly.

‘N-no,’ James answered, the book now lowered, his eyes locked on the instrument.

‘Liar,’ Beth whispered. She slid her foot from the table and pushed it against James’ crotch. He gasped with a heady mix of shock and fear.

‘I think you know exactly what this is,’ she continued, her voice low and sultry as the ball of her foot pressed against James’ rock hard cock, the arch cupping his balls within his jeans.

His eyes were wide; his body was rigid, prey facing a predator.

‘What is it?’ she asked, pushing her foot against him for emphasis.

‘A sizer,’ he mumbled.

‘Good, I hear you’re good with technology, a proper gadget geek. Am I right?’

James nodded obediently.

‘Do you know how it works?’ Her eyes drilled into his as her foot massaged his cock. He was completely at her mercy.

‘It, it compresses-‘James began.

‘Shush,’ she pushed her foot against him making him gasp. ‘Good. So you know that it only works on willing subjects and makes anyone who is shrunk basically immortal right? Like living rubber?’

James nodded.

‘Do you want me to use it on you?’ Her question exploded his world. Her eyes brimmed with excitement, her power over him snapping like electricity between them. ‘Would you like that? Would you like to be my pet?’ Her foot drove against him with every question, ‘and don’t lie to me.’

James nodded, ‘Y-yes.’

‘Yes to what James?’ she asked innocently, her back straightening, emphasising her small but perfectly formed breasts.

‘I, I want to be your pet,’ James whispered solemnly.

‘Good,’ her smile lit up the room, ‘Well if I’m going to let you be my pet you’ll have to do something for me first, ok?’

James nodded, he would have done anything she asked.

‘I want you to tweak the Sizer. I want it to work on anyone. Can you do it?’ Beth leaned forwards, her icy blue eyes consuming his world.

James shifted as best he could, his manhood still held by the foot of his new mistress, ‘I, er, well, y’know it really shouldn’t-‘

Beth cut him short, ‘Can you do it?’

‘Yes,’ he confirmed, ‘I can do it.’

‘Good.’ Beth smiled wider. Her foot was still perched upon the table, flexing teasingly beside James face. She had been wearing her DCs all day, it was late in the afternoon and it had been a warm day. These facts were not lost on James as she moved her foot over his face. Her socked foot, the green and black striped fabric that enclosed her toes, now filled his vision.

‘I want you do to do this for me. If you promise you will, then kiss my foot.’

James barely hesitated. Beth’s heart leapt in her chest as he pushed his face into the ball of her foot. She ground it against him, owning him with a single movement. The excitement over took her.

Beth pulled both her feet away, leaving him gasping with arousal like a gutted fish. She bit her lip seductively as she leaned forwards, snatching her shoes from the table and slipping her feet into them. Like lightning she closed the gap between them, throwing her arms about his shoulders, settling herself upon his lap.

His erection pushed pleasingly against her as her lips met his. James could barely process what was happening to him. The tongue of the most beautiful girl in school entered his mouth for a split second before she was off him, straightening her hair and swinging her backpack across her shoulders as if nothing had happened. The Sizer was still on the table.

‘I want it within two days. You know where I live?’ she asked as she made for the gap between the shelves that acted as a gateway into the main library.

He nodded’

Beth sighed, ‘I don’t even want to know how you know that. Good, two days, eight pm, the alley outside my house. Oh and bring a friend.’

She winked and was gone, leaving her new pet gasping in the study space, his mind reeling, his underwear hot and wet with cum.

It only took him a day.

Beth raced outside, barely having time to throw on a pair of jeans, when the text came through.

It was early evening and James stood near one wall of the cut through, his friend Kevin standing sheepishly nearby.

She ran up to him, throwing her arms about his shoulders surprising both James and his accomplice, ‘have you got it?’

James produced the Sizer, much changed. The previously elegant device was now wrapped in a web of wires enclosed within grey rubber tubes. The two buttons were still present but now two triggers stuck out from either side like grey ears. A handle had been crafted to better hold it, making it look like some sort of sci-fi ray gun. It was warm to the touch.

‘So how does it work?’ she chirped, bobbing in her shoes.

‘The, the left one does willing subjects and the other, well ah, the other does the other sort.’ James shifted uncomfortably, his eyes fixed on his machine.

‘One thing though,’ Beth scowled at his continued instruction, not liking his warning tone. Was he telling her what to do? ‘Just er, don’t hit both paddles at once. The left one will work as normal but the right one won’t protect the, err, target. You’ll just get a small person, they will be fragile. If you hit both paddles at once the Sizer might overload, so err don’t?’

Beth was a little disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to shrink and rubberise anyone she liked but this was still amazing. Plus James said might overload not will overload...

‘So is it ready to go?’ she asked, her eyes sparkling, her grin infectious.

James smiled, Kevin nodded.

‘Perfect!’ Beth squealed, hitting the right trigger with her finger and depressing the shrink button with her black painted thumbnail.

A beam of red light tore through the night, hitting Kevin in the chest. He vanished instantly.

‘No!’ James cried as she rounded on him.

‘Buh-bye,’ she winked as green light enveloped him.

Beth whooped as the two students vanished before her.

She shivered with excitement, alone in the darkening alleyway save for a solitary wisp of vapour.

A single tear formed on her eyelashes, she blinked it away and smiled. She had never been so happy.

‘Now,’ she purred, the Sizer hanging lazily from one hand, her other resting on her hip, ‘where are you?’

--

James staggered forwards, his arms outstretched to brace himself for a fall. The sea of sharp rocks that surrounded him tore at his skin. The world was dark, cold and twisted out of proportion. He vomited.

What had he done?

An inhuman voice thundered through the world, pressing down on him as though with physical force. His head span, the words lost on him. He rolled onto his back, staring dumbly across the alien world of jagged boulders. The distance swung back and forth like the tide. He vomited again and forced himself to wake from this surreal nightmare.

Her first footstep thrust him forcefully into reality. It was like a distant bomb blast, a dull boom that rattled his bones. He turned, weak and shivering, and looked upon the monster that filled the sky. James fell back against his elbows, dumbstruck, his neck craning ever backwards.

She was impossible. She was beautiful. She was hunting.

--

Beth’s brilliant blue eyes found the shrunken teens immediately. She stifled a giggle as she watch James flop about like a fish on dry land. She would get to him eventually but first she wanted to test the red setting.

James’ friend had recovered quickly and already began to run. The little nerd, she didn’t even know his name, wasn’t in the best of shape and could barely make any progress across the uneven ground he found himself on. Beth watched with catlike fascination as he picked his way through specks of gravel that were boulders to him. He would cast frightened looks up at her, his voice squeaking on the edge of hearing. She smiled at him and winked before taking a step forwards.

Beth moved with deliberate slowness, teasing her foot through the air before slamming it down next to him. The black skate shoe dwarfed him, the excess fabric of her skin tight flared jeans threatening to swallow him.

She laughed, fizzing with mad glee as the force of her footstep sent him sprawling across the floor. He staggered and fell, blood covering his limbs as he was dashed against the rocks.

‘And where are you going?’ she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

A second step left him cowering between her feet, the skate shoes forming an ominous wall either side of him. Beth leaned forwards, her bare midriff bending at the waist, her hair spilling about her as she went for a closer look.

It was incredible! There he was, a real human, battered and bruised from a single footstep. He screamed, shouting up to her in desperation, it was amazing.

‘What do we have here?’ She teased, a finger on her lower lip, ‘a tiny, little bug?’

The shrunken student became hysterical, trying to run and falling after barely only a few steps. He waved his arms up at her, tears streaming down his cheeks, pleas for mercy on his lips.

‘Bye bye little bug,’ she whispered, her eyes aflame.

Kevin dropped to his knees, his body wracked by pain as the enormous foot next to him lifted into the air. Above him the whole sky moved, the tight denim hugging her slender form as her rising foot lifted over him.

He wept and begged as her shadow fell over him. A cloud bank of diamond patterned rubber, brown and grey from wear brooded for a second above his head before the whole of heaven descended upon him. He screamed.

--

‘No!’ James cried, scrambling forwards as Beth lifted her foot over his best friend, ‘no, please!’

He watched in horror as she angled the toe of her skate shoe downwards, her pale ankle with the self applied star tattoo flashing white against the black fabric of her sock. A smile stretched across her face, her black tipped fingers clasped the black studded belt that circled her hips.

Beth’s foot moved hypnotically, swaying above his doomed friend that looked upwards with hollow eyes. What had he done?

A knot formed in his stomach as she began to lower the toe of her shoe. The movement was almost mechanical, an action taken without pity or remorse.

He wept as her shoe connected with the ground, shaking the earth as his friend was reduced to nothing beneath her.

What had he done?

--

Beth felt nothing as the miniscule geek exploded beneath the tip of her shoe. She laughed, overcome with elation, as she twisted her foot back and forth as though snuffing out a cigarette.

Excitement trembled upon her lips as she lifted her foot, balancing on one leg so as to view the ruin she had caused. It was disappointing.

Where a young man had once begged for his life, nothing but a brown stain now remained. So too were the treads of her shoe. A speck, a sad pulp already mixed with the dirt and dust of the alleyway, was all that she had to show for her efforts.

Beth pouted, how disappointing. Still, she smiled as her foot settled back onto the ground, the vibrations rumbling through the awestruck James; at least she had had her first kill.

Her first kill, it was crazy!

She had always had a fascination with serial killers but this was something else. The power they had held over their victims was nothing when compared to what she had just done, to what she could now do. She could take anyone she wanted, at almost any time, and do what she desired to them. It was perfect, an untraceable crime. She smirked, untraceable unless every cop in the city started checking peoples shoes for tiny bloodstains.

Beth could have screamed with joy, this was definitely the best day of her young life. She flexed her toes, still processing the fact that there were the remains of a human beneath them. A fire had been lit within her the second the boys had been shrunk. It warmed her womanhood, moistening her underwear and hardening her nipples. She bit her lip. This was crazy.

She breathed out slowly, stretching her arms before her. Her eyes dropped to the frozen form of her new pet, sobbing on his knees a half step away.

‘Time to test the green setting,’ she smirked, reaching down towards her remaining toy.

James’ screams were silenced as her vast hand swallowed him. The success of the machine was proven, even if Beth had yet to realise it, by the mere fact that James survived the initial contact at all.

Pain engulfed him as her huge fingertips slammed into his tiny body, shattering his shoulder and breaking his left arm in several places. He groaned, limp with agony and exhaustion as the world turned to pink tinted darkness around him. His stomach lurched into his throat as he was dragged upwards at an impossible speed, drawn into the heavens to meet his new Goddess.

By the time Beth opened her hand, her tiny captive’s injuries had already healed; though the pain was still fresh in his mind.

‘Please,’ he whimpered, staring up at the beautiful face that now filled the world before him. She smiled, her lips stretching on forever revealing her pristine teeth. Each one was as long as James was tall, glistening white against her fuchsia lips and razor sharp. She stared down at him, the light shining from the silver of her nose stud and highlighting the hunger in her eyes. For a moment James believed she was going to eat him alive. There would have been nothing he could have done to stop her had she wanted to.

‘Beth,’ he stammered, a hand raised to her, ‘please.’

‘Sssh,’ she whispered, putting a finger to her lips, ‘don’t say anything. I want to thank you James, you have no idea what this means to me. Thank you, this is the best present anyone has ever got for me.’

James mind reeled, her soft words washing over him, her breath caressing his body. Above him her fingers arched across the sky, each one the size of a passenger plane. It was insane, surreal. He could barely think. In the last minute he had seen his friend murdered before his eyes but had also entered his greatest sexual fantasy.

‘Um, you’re welcome Beth,’ he mumbled a reply, his shyness still bubbling within him despite the bizarre situation.

Beth beamed down at the tiny boy in her hand, his entire body barely the size of a grain of rice.

‘Honestly James, I mean it, thank you so much.’

The little nerd shuffled awkwardly against her skin, ‘Oh and James?’

He looked up at her; she really was beautiful, ‘Y-yes?’

‘If you call me Beth again, I’ll rip you in two and throw you in salt. I’m your fucking goddess now, get used to it.’

Her smile never wavered as she closed her fist around him and dropped it to her side. She turned, her heart singing in her chest, and jogged back to the house.

--

Beth dropped heavily onto her bed causing the springs to groan loudly. Her legs flew into the air, kicking off her shoes and letting them clatter loudly to the floor. Her fingers uncurled like the petals of a flower, revealing the tiny human within her grasp.

She brought him to her face, enjoying his squeaks of fear as her brilliant white grin filled his vision. His protests became cries of pain as her fingertips pinched against his arm, lifting him to dangle between her piercing blue eyes.

‘Wow,’ she whispered, spinning him back and forth before releasing her grip. He flailed wildly, his broken arm twitching back into shape, as he fell through the air to land on her outstretched hand. Beth’s thumb followed him, the pad crushing him against her palm. She twisted it back and forth, feeling a strange buzz beneath her skin as he was crushed and reformed.

She was relentless, her questing fingers knocking him across her palm. His bones crunched softly, his strangled screams leaking out as she rolled him around before taking him in both hands and stretching his torso as far as she could. Each time he formed back into place. It was incredible, unbelievable, a dream come true.

The sky beyond her window was speckled with stars by the time she had finished. Her knelt on her palm, his head bowed, his body trembling with fear and pain. ‘Please,’ he stammered, ‘please stop.’

A burst of laughter washed over him. ‘Stop?’ She grinned, ‘seriously?’

His eyes lifted to her, grey and pleading. He opened his mouth to scream as her finger folded back and her nail flicked into him.

She watched him arch through the floor. Her feet swung from the bed, settling upon the floor as he crashed onto her grey rug. He bounced, rolling like a discarded doll. James staggered to his knees as her socked foot thudded beside him.

She smirked down at him, her hands on her hips, ‘please tell me you aren’t asking me to stop?’

Her foot swept over him, barely pausing before slamming down onto his tiny body. She leaned forwards, driving her weight into him, grinding him against the rug. ‘You stupid little shit, I’m just getting started.’

James writhed in pain as she lifted her foot off of him. Balancing on one leg, she drew off her sock and threw it across the room. The boom of her pale foot falling next to him shook his bones. With the slightest movement her toe shot forwards, knocking him backwards.

‘You wanted this remember?’ She asked, her tone mocking, ‘You practically begged me to do this and now you want me to stop?’

The tiny man shouted a reply from between her feet. Her eyes lifted to the heavens theatrically, ‘Well I’m sorry but it’s too late now. This is what you wanted so this is what you get. Besides,’ he grin spread even wider, an evil look in her eyes, ‘even if I did turn you back you’d go to jail. You’re a murderer, remember?’

Beth drank in his cry of despair, her body swelling with a smug pride. The creature that cowered and wept beside her toes was completely in her power, helpless and pathetic. The feeling was intoxicating.

‘Oh what?’ she cooed, ‘forgotten about your little buddy already? That’s cold. Especially since it was your machine that killed him, it’s your fault he’s dead. You’re lucky I still want you as a pet aren’t you?’

James whimpered a reply.

Like a snake she struck out; her toe curling, crushing his legs beneath it. A primal rattle of agony danced upon her ears. ‘I said, aren’t you?’ she hissed.

Her slave let out a strangled cry that barely registered above the cracking of his bones. Beth twisted her toe, ‘What was that?’

‘Y-yes,’ he choked.

‘Yes what?’ she asked, her voice icy as she increased the pressure.

‘Yes...Goddess!’ The word came amidst a peal of sobs and kindled the flames of arousal that smouldered within her. She released him, leaving him to pant on all fours. He was so tiny, so weak.

‘Hmm,’ she purred, sitting back down on the bed, ‘maybe I was too hasty, maybe you don’t deserve to be my pet. I mean come on, you can’t even admit to what you did. How can a little worm like you ever hope to please me? I should probably just get rid of you. What do you think is the best way to get rid of a piece of shit like you, the trash or the toilet?’

James crawled forwards, his mind numb, ‘No, he muttered, ‘please.’

‘Oh, you disagree?’ Beth feigned surprise, a hand upon her chest, ‘You still think you’re up to the job?’

James nodded, the words bubbling from his lips.

‘Ok,’ she smiled, ‘admit what you did. Tell the truth. Who killed your friend?’

Expectation hung in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. The seconds ticked by, each one an eternity. ‘I did,’ the tiny student sobbed.

‘I can’t hear you,’ Beth sang, her eyes prancing around the room.

‘I did!’ James roared with grief, ‘I killed Kevin!’

‘Who’s Kevin?’ Beth smirked, tilting her head, ‘Oh wait right, the little loser. Well, good to hear you admit the truth. Now still think a rank little worm like you is good enough to be my pet?’

She lifted the Sizer from where she had left it on the bedside table and span it between her fingers.

James’ shoulder sagged, ‘Yes.’

Beth twitched an eyebrow.

‘Yes Goddess!’ James knelt forwards, his forehead almost touching the thick grey strands of carpet fibre.

Mid-kowtow, James didn’t see the vast and beautiful woman above him take aim with the Sizer. A rippling beam of green light flashed from the muzzle, enveloping and reducing the miniscule boy even further.

Beth suppressed a squeal of delight. The inch high little man was now barely the size of a pin head! She looked down at him, her expression brimming with victory.

The world around James rumbled as the demon titaness pushed her foot forwards. Her merest movement was apocalyptic, causing earthquakes and pressure waves to assault the world. There was a sound like a mountain crumbling as her largest toe moved beside him, her second sliding to his left. The valley of flesh stretched into the heavens, her body heat cooking the air.

Her words were thunder, ‘Then beg me you worthless speck!’

Beth leaned backwards imagining what must have been going through her new slave’s mind. The girl of his dreams was now the size of a landmass, her every sadistic whim now law. She didn’t hear him pray to her but she knew that he would be fulfilling her command. She completely owned him now.

‘I still can’t hear you,’ she sang, letting waves of pleasure wash through her, ‘maybe you don’t want it? Or maybe you should pray harder? Prove to me you want it. Worship me; kiss the feet of your Goddess.’

Beth stretched an arm above her, her dark hair spilling across her sheets. He was doing it. He was too tiny to feel but he was doing it, she knew. She ground her ass against her bed, her sex growing moist as she imagined him worshipping in the half light.

‘And I can’t feel you,’ she complained, faking boredom, ‘here, let me help you.’

Beth spread her toes, leaning forwards and aiming the Sizer at the space between them. James burst into a larger size, almost an entire inch tall. He knelt between her toes, his tongue hanging out like a whipped dog.

He had barely time to register the change before she lashed out, her toes sending him reeling backwards, ‘I didn’t say stop!’

James scrambled forwards, his lips finding her hot skin. ‘Please Goddess,’ he gasped, ‘please let me be your pet.’

Beth felt it this time. Her breath quickened as her new reality dawned on her. A human being was worshipping her, praying to her, it was too much! She moved on autopilot, unbuttoning her jeans. The elastic waistline stretched as her right hand moved past it, her fingers pushing greedily towards her already soaked vagina.

A knot of fabric was crushed in her fist as they dove within her, loosing a burst of pleasure that rocked through her body. Her back arched, her nipples as hard as diamonds. At her feet James’ cries went unnoticed as her toes scrunched together, crushing the tiny slave between them. Her voice quivered, her breathing fluttering while beneath her the bedsprings groaned a percussion beat.

Sweat beaded on her forehead as she drove her fingers against her engorged clitoris. Her tongue swept across her deep pink lips, leaving them moist with saliva. With each movement her slave was broken further, his tiny body being crushed over and over again.

Beth moved without thinking, fierce determination in her wild eyes. She sat upright. Her hand reached downwards, her fingers slick with her juices, and plucked her new pet from the floor. He cried out as he was ripped through the air, the wind tearing at him before he was forced deep inside of her.

She screamed louder than before, louder than she had ever done so before, caring nothing for whoever may hear beyond her locked door. The bedsprings groaned, her wooden headboard drumming against her bedroom wall as her fingers pumped faster and faster, each thrust pulling her towards orgasm.

Trapped in red hued darkness, James could barely scream as the gigantic pussy of his new mistress feasted upon him. Her boiling juices flooded his mouth and nose, swelling his stomach and filling his lungs. Her vast fingers were like rods of iron, reducing his bones to splinters that were ground into dust within his rubbery body. The walls of her burning sex squeezed him harder and harder, her distance screams of pleasure muffled by the grinding of her muscles.  

‘Oh god!’ Beth squealed, the words spilling from her lips, growing louder with each utterance, ‘oh god, oh god, oh god, oooooh!’ She came like a force of nature, her body flashing hot and cold as waves of orgasmic pleasure swallowed her senses. She writhed amid her sheets, biting her lip with enough force to draw a tiny well of blood.

Her fingers moved rhythmically, kneading her hot folds as though trying to tease hidden motes of pleasure from them. Her body was slick with sweat, her cropped t-shirt clinging to her skin. Her eyes remained firmly closed, her brows knitted into an aroused frown. Slowly she withdrew her hand, her tiny fuck toy clasped between them. She squeezed him, the action becoming a habit and sending a fountain of her juices bursting from his lips to splatter across her trembling thigh.

Her eyes still firmly closed, Beth nuzzled her face against her sheets, basking in the post orgasmic glow. The pleasing smell of her sex tickled her nostrils as she brought her hand to her face, the desperate gasps of her prey whispering into her ears. Her lips moved to meet him, enveloping his tiny body in a smothering kiss.

James squeaked as, for the second time in less than a minute, moist flesh consumed him. Her fingers continued pushing him past her teeth before pressing him against her hot, wet tongue. She tasted herself on his trembling flesh, her tongue coiling around him as her fingers slowly slid out from between her lips.

She let her hand fall beside her. Within her mouth her slave begged for mercy, his voice echoing in the wet cavern. She moved her tongue back and forth, causing the morsel within to tumble about her maw. His cries became more desperate than ever, reaching her ears through a wall of flesh.

The first crunch silenced him.

Beth’s satisfied smile grew as she chewed her new toy. She yawned, allowing him a burst of light and air, before her teeth crashed into him again.

Her chest rose and fell gently as she drifted off to sleep.

Beth woke slowly, drifting in and out of beautiful dreams. Gentle sunlight filtered through her window to kiss her skin. A smile blossomed across her lips as memories of the night before drifted into her mind.

Her fingers found the waistband of her panties and slipped inside, moving to gently push against her soft folds. She gasped slightly as the first spasm of pleasure swam through her.

What would such a simple motion, a single breath, be like for James inside her mouth? She imagined him, soaked by her saliva, cowering as a hurricane threatened to pull him to his doom. Everything she did, every tiny movement, was apocalyptic for her little slave, world ending. She smirked. No, not world ending, she was his world.

She massaged her fingers against her moistening sex and lazily sought out the morsel that hid in her mouth. Her tongue flickered along her teeth, pushing against her gums and the inside of her lips. It hunted him like a predator, a vast animal moving about its humid den.

Almost ten seconds had passed before a frown lighted upon her face. She swished her tongue about with greater urgency, probing every inch of her mouth in search of her pet.

‘Shit!’ She cried, her eyes snapping open. Beth leapt from her bed and rushed into her en suite bathroom. Her slender hands fell about her porcelain sink as she leaned forwards. In the mirror opposite, he reflection opened her mouth wide, her head tilting back and forth as she tried to locate him.

How small had she made him again?

A creeping realisation leapt upon her.

‘Fuck! Shit!’ Beth stepped away from the sink, one hand gripping her forehead, the other instinctively dropping to her exposed stomach. She had swallowed her slave.

Her mind raced. How could she have been so stupid, so careless? She had finally got her wish and now it was over? No, he was durable. He would have survived wouldn’t he?

She held perfectly still, trying to sense if something moved within her stomach. She felt nothing. Would he last long enough to pass? That was a thought she didn’t relish in nor did she wish to risk it.

‘Fuck it,’ she grumbled, turning to her sink. The plug fell into the hole as Beth flashed herself a brief look before pitching forwards and forcing her fingers down her throat.

Tears stung her eyes as her body shuddered, revulsion flushing away the early clouds of bliss. She retched loudly, her fingers still tasting of sex as they stimulated her uvula. Her ears popped slightly, her body convulsing as a stream of bile sped past her lips and into the sink.

Beth turned away, bending double as the liquid burnt her throat. Her hand trembled on the towel rail. The face that darted by in the mirror was much changed, tears pulling last night’s mascara down her cheeks, her bed head dampened by sweat. Breathing heavily she looked down into the shallow pool that formed into her sink and regarded the tiny creature that mewled at its edge.

‘Phew,’ she smiled weakly, ‘that was close.’

If James had heard her he made no reply. He lay in the foetal position, his body quivering through pain and fear. Dry sobs shook him, his burnt hands clasping about his balding head.

‘Shit,’ she continued, ‘check you out! You’re fucked. Didn’t you enjoy your little stay in my belly?’

Beth didn’t wait for a reply. She reached down into the sink and plucked him from the porcelain with her thumb and finger and unceremoniously dumped onto the palm of her hand before bringing him to her face.

Her slave was a wreck. Now completely naked, his skin was a patchwork of red blotches that trembled as his body recovered from the damage caused by her stomach acid. She watched as his hair returned, his fingers morphing back into position. His whimpers were oddly arousing.

‘Well I guess that’s one way to test how much you can take huh?’ She grinned down at him.

James’ mind was a kettledrum of agony, his thoughts moving as though through mud. Slowly he turned, his eyes looking up with fear and wonder and the smiling beauty that filled the sky above him.

‘Yes Goddess,’ he muttered.

Beth skipped class that day, preferring to spend it with her new toy. After a shower in which he became everything from a sponge, to a floor mat and again a sex toy; the rest of her day and much of her night was spent learning about him. She pushed him to breaking point again and again, torturing him in intense sessions between conversations about who he was and what he did.

By the time she returned to her desk the following day she knew everything about him and held him completely within her power: mind, body and soul.  The atmosphere was strange. News of James and Kevin’s disappearance had spread through the campus like wildfire. While not popular they had a fair number of friends between them who came together in teary eyed groups.

An assembly was held, appealing for information. The county sheriff was there, urging anyone to come forward who could help find them. They had just vanished. Taking no money and leaving no trail, both boys had wiped their hard drives before vanishing. Their names were on everyone’s lips.

Beth could barely control herself.

The boys they were looking for, the missing students; one had been reduced to paste, his liquefied body now nothing but a thin film beneath her sneaker and the other? Beth shook her ankle and flexed her toes before slamming her foot down onto the ground. The other was pushed up against the inside of her big toe, miniscule and pathetic, worshipping her as his goddess and thanking her for the opportunity to do so.

It was hilarious.

She was brimming with excitement by the time she met Rachel. They met by her locker, the older girl lounging against the deep green surface as Beth approached.

‘So what’s got you so worked up?’ Rachel asked, ‘Don’t tell me you’re another one of those losers weeping over two missing nerds. They probably got taken to Hogwarts or some shit.’

Beth laughed, relishing in her friend’s unwavering bitchiness, ‘Something like that. Come into the bathroom I’ll show you.’

Rachel rolled her eyes, ‘Beth we’ve spoken about this. You are pretty and all but I’m just too good for you. I’m out of your league.’

‘Whatever,’ Beth smirked back at her, ‘We both know you’re only with Danny because you know I’d never have you. Come on, you’ll want to see this.’

They laughed together as they entered the bathroom, checking they were alone before slipping into a stall.

‘If you wanted a joint there’s easier place to do it,’ Rachel moaned as Beth lowered the toilet seat and sat upon it.

‘This is better than a joint, trust me.’ Beth smirked, tugging off her sneaker.

Rachel watched, a look of puzzlement across her cherubic features, as Beth peeled off her ankle sock and thrust her barefoot into the air.

‘Ew, gross!’ Rachel scowled, making to move away as Beth’s toes hovered just below her chin, ‘What is wrong with you? You’re so weird.’

‘Shut up,’ Beth responded, ‘look at my foot.’

‘What?’ Rachel began, ‘What are you talking about?’

‘Just look, beside my big toe.’

She wiggled the digit invitingly as Rachel took her heel in her hand.

‘The fuck?’ Rachel began as she saw the tiny human, less than an inch tall, clinging to the inside of her best friend’s toe.

‘I know right!’ Beth laughed, snatching her foot away and curling her leg across her knee. Her fingers found her slave and brought him to her palm.

‘Holy shit!’ Rachel cried, a grin spreading across her lips, ‘Is that? Is that one of the two dorks everyone is looking for?’

‘Keep it down,’ Beth hissed, her smile never wavering, ‘But yeah, he got the Sizer we bought working and I used it on him. I got his little friend too.’

‘Where’s the other one?’ Rachel’s eyes never left the tiny human that cowered in her friend’s hand.

Beth’s face became a temporary mask, ‘Dead.’

‘No fucking way!’

‘Yup. I crushed him pretty much straight away, just stomping him flat like a little bug. He popped.’ A smile, wider than any before filled her face, fire dancing in her eyes.

Rachel bit softly upon her lip as she digested the information presented. ‘Awesome,’ she whispered after a few seconds, ‘This is just completely awesome. I can’t believe it is finally happening! I don’t want to wait, I want to kill one. Did you get any more?’

Beth smirked, ‘Not yet but I got something just as good, watch.’ James squeaked as her huge fingers closed around him. She leaned forwards, Rachel’s eyes following her, and threw him onto the floor with a flick of her wrist. He landed painfully and barely paused before scrambling to his feet, he knew better than to keep his Goddess waiting.

Her eyebrow twitched. With a slight movement of her finger she ordered him to his knees, a command he rushed to fulfil. His hands stretched out on the cold tile, his head bowed. Beth sat on the toilet before him like a queen upon her throne, looking down upon him as she rolled her sweat dampened sock over her foot and slipped it back into her sneaker.

Her stare weighed upon his back like a physical presence.

‘Lick the floor,’ she said coldly.

The ground rumbled as Rachel moved behind him, leaning forwards to get a better look at his humiliation. He barely paused, moving his face towards the grime covered surface. The pit of despair that lived within him grew as his tongue reached out and pressed against the floor.

‘Amazing!’ Rachel gasped, her eyes wide with delight, ‘I can’t believe he just did that! This can’t be fucking real, there’s no way you’ve done this.’

‘Believe it,’ Beth responded, a smug expression across her face, ‘and that’s not the best part. Watch.’

James began to shake with fear, never daring to stop his task, as Beth’s foot moved over him. He closed his eyes, his hands becoming clenched fists as he was swallowed by her shadow.

He knew what was coming.

‘Oh my god!’ Rachel exclaimed, her fingers flying to her lips as Beth angled the toe of her sneaker over the tiny man for a split second before driving it into him, reducing him to a tortured paste. Her ankle twisted as she ground him into the bathroom floor before stepping off him.

Rachel watched as he reformed almost immediately, morphing into a quivering ball that reeled in pain. ‘Oh my god!’ She said again, crouching down to inspect her friend’s miniscule slave, ‘It actually works? The Sizer actually stops them dying?’

‘Yup,’ Beth grinned, pushing her foot into him again, ‘I can basically do whatever I want to him for as long as I want and there’s nothing he can do to stop me. It’s incredible, I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s like a tiny orgasm every time I hurt him and when he looks at me and begs me to stop, fuck I’ve never felt so powerful. Try it.’

James wailed as the wall of black rubber before him retreated, freeing the ruin legs and allowing them to reform with a flutter of agonising movements. Fresh tears splattered across his face as the distant white neon above was replaced by the deep brown sole of Rachel’s boot.

‘No, please, no,’ he begged hopelessly as it began to descend upon him with grim slowness. Despite himself he raised his arms, his hands scrabbling against the dirt encrusted surface doing nothing to impede its advance. ‘Please,’ he sobbed, ‘please.’

A shiver of pleasure rippled up from her ankle and sped towards the inside of Rachel’s thigh as she felt the tiniest twitch of resistance from beneath the tip of her boot. Her lips became a sensual pout, her nipples hardening against the inside of her bra as power burned within her. ‘Lick my shoe,’ she purred.

Beth smiled as she enjoyed the spectacle. Rachel was enjoying it more than she had ever hoped.

In the darkness James craned his head upwards, his tongue and lips finding the sole of his new Goddess’s boot. It hovered just above him, poised to destroy him at any moment.

‘It he doing it?’ Rachel asked, her voice a husky whisper.

‘He will be.’ Beth smiled, ‘Trust me, he wouldn’t dare disobey us.’

Rachel let loose a stifled moan of pleasure and stepped forwards, obliterating the tiny slave beneath her. The faint cracking of bones was like music to her ears and caused her heart to flutter.

‘I want one.’ She whispered, looking down at her friend with hungry eyes, ‘Now.’

For the first time in two days Beth felt control slip from her. Despite being her closest friend Rachel still managed to intimidate her, she intimidated everyone. It was the way those beautiful, deep brown eyes regarded you was as if to say, ‘You are mine.’

She shifted atop the toilet seat, her eyes dropping to where her friend’s boot still rested upon her slave. The wet sounds of his body turning to pulp were lost as Rachel leaned forwards and brushed a strand of Beth’s hair from her face. Instinctively the younger girl turned her face upwards to find Rachel had drawn herself close, her lips just inches from her own. The gentle scent of Rachel’s cherry tinted breath tickled Beth’s nostrils as her eyes burned with desire.

‘Do you have the Sizer with you?’ She purred, ‘Can we use it?’

‘N-no,’ Beth stammered a reply, swallowing her nerves and steeling herself, ‘it’s at home, I’ll have it for tomorrow. We can use it then, we’ve just got to be careful.’

A flash of disappointment shot briefly across Rachel’s face. She lifted her boot, hovering it above the mess of blood and bones just long enough for James to regain sentience before dropping it back onto him, crushing him again.

Her eyes remained upon Beth, boring into her. ‘Alright,’ she beamed, breaking the growing tense silence, ‘that’s cool but until then I’m taking our new pet home with me. I want to see what they can do.’

Beth made to protest but found a perfectly manicured finger against her lips, ‘shush, it’s ok, it’s just until tomorrow. By then you’ll have the Sizer and I’ll trade you him for it. Anyway, I’ve got class so I need to be going.’

James hugged his limbs to his body as Rachel stepped off of him and leaned against the cubicle wall. Beth watched in silence as she pulled off her brown, knee high boot and dropped it to the floor, the mouth handing before her trembling slave.

‘Listen up worm,’ Rachel snapped down at the shrunken man, her eyes narrowed and cold, ‘you are mine now. Tonight I’m going to do things to you that you couldn’t possibly imagine but until then we’ll stick with what you know. Beth seems to enjoy having you inside her shoe so that’s where you’re going. Get moving!’

James’ eyes automatically rose to where Beth watched in a half stunned silence.

‘Don’t fucking look at her!’ Rachel snarled, slamming her beige, stocking clad foot onto the ground, ‘From now on you belong to me. I am your god, do you understand?’

James nodded, his eyes wide with fear of the giant being who so easily dominated his all powerful owner.

‘Good. Now don’t make me ask again. Get in my boot.’

Rachel barely waited for him to cross the lip of her knee high before she swept it from the floor sending him tumbling into the warm toe section. Her foot followed almost immediately, hissing after him to pulverise him between her flesh and her insole. She stepped down hard onto the tile, wiggling her toes so as to best position him beneath them.

Satisfied she turned and flashed a sickly sweet smile at her friend, ‘Don’t forget, the Sizer, tomorrow.’

And with that she was gone, breezing out into the hall to continue on with her day, a tiny human being trapped in her boot, tortured with every step. Beth sat alone in the cubicle, a strange void opening within her.

Tomorrow she would bring the Sizer and have her slave back. Until then she had an evening free to devise new torments for her pet. He would not soon forget who his true Goddess was. 

They met the following afternoon. Rachel decided the time and the place, arriving early to ensure they would not be disturbed. She stood alone, leaning casually against the row of blue and yellow lockers that dominated the wall of the room. The space was long and low, the benches worn smooth by years of use. The light scent of female sweat, lingering from the last class of the day, hung in the warm air.

 A skylight above her let in streams of golden sunlight that picked her out amongst the gloom. Despite the long morning of classes, she was immaculate. Her thick, chestnut hair fell in curls about her shoulders, pouring down to a light summer dress that draped about her slender frame. Her feet were clad in simple sandals, her toenails freshly painted. She chewed her gum rhythmically as she scrolled through Twitter. A bored expression settled upon her face while she waited for her friend to arrive.

The sound of the door opening roused her, her chocolate eyes flying to where Beth crept into the room. ‘Are we alone?’ she whispered.

Rachel shot her an icy look, ‘You’re late.’

Ruffled, Beth’s pretty face turned into a scowl, ‘Yeah, I know but.’

‘Do you have it?’ Rachel interrupted sharply.

Beth swallowed. ‘You sure you want to do it here? What if someone walks in?’

‘They won’t,’ Rachel smiled, still chewing as she crossed the room. Her hand lifted to Beth’s face, resting on her cheek, ‘and if they do, well they’ll just be another insect for us to play with.’

The younger girl’s face lit up at the thought, ‘Have you got him with you?’

‘Of course,’ Rachel’s grin grew wider, ‘but first, the Sizer, give it to me.’

After a hesitant pause, Beth swung her worn backpack from her back and unzipped it. Rachel watched hungrily as she rummaged in the depths of her bag.  The Sizer glistened in the light as it was pulled from the depths and passed between the two girls. Rachel snatched it and drew it close to her face, gasping with excitement as her eyes poured over it.

‘I can’t believe he got it unlocked,’ she grinned, flicking the homemade modification that bypassed the failsafe, ‘this is fucking incredible. I can’t wait to try it out.’

Beth shifted uncomfortably, one arm hugging her midriff, ‘Um, be careful, he said-‘

‘Yeah, yeah,’ Rachel shushed her with a raised hand, ‘he told me all about it last night, apparently it only has one green charge left or something. Don’t worry, I already know who I’m saving that for, it’s gonna be great. Besides who’d want more than one unkillable slave? I want to see people squish, don’t you?’

Beth smiled at her and nodded, ‘Yeah, seriously, it feels great. It’s fucked up but amazing, so different to squashing our little rubber boy. Still, I can’t wait to hear all about what you did to him.’

Rachel laughed, flicking her hair over her shoulder, her eyes still on the Sizer, ‘Oh he’s going to have some stories to tell you. I can’t believe how much punishment he can take. I’m not going to lie, I was kinda hoping he’d break.’

‘I knew it! You’re such a bitch,’ Beth teased, ‘So, can I have him back?’

‘Oh yeah,’ Rachel feigned innocence, lifting her eyes to the tiled ceiling; ‘sure, he’s all yours.’

She opened her mouth and withdrew the wad of pink goo she had been chewing all afternoon. It quivered between her thumb and finger before snapping back into the shape of a naked, inch high man. James screamed in her grip, writhing as she crushed him between her merciless digits. She rolled him back and forth, crunching his bones before dropping him onto Beth’s waiting palm.

The shrunken man reformed mid air, his tiny body bouncing as he struck the flesh of his goddess. He squeaked with fear, scurrying towards Beth’s thumb as Rachel leaned forwards, a wide grin spreading across her face.

Beth watched, her eyes bright with amusement, as her friend addressed their pet.

‘Bye bye little bug,’ Rachel cooed, ‘I hope you enjoyed your time with me, we should do it again soon k? Oh and I just want you to know how grateful I am for this,’ she wiggled the modified Sizer over him, ‘Thanks to you I’m going to have my own little toy to torment and that’s only the start isn’t it? With this we are going to be able to take whoever we want, whenever we want and do whatever we want to them. And you know what? What you went through last night, that is only the beginning.’

She blew him a kiss and laughed as he quivered in fear.

‘Anyway, I’ve gotta go show Dan my new toy. See you losers later.’

‘You’re using it on Dan?’ Beth squealed with excitement as her friend dropped amazing machine into her purse and strode past her, ‘I thought you were going to end it with him?’

Rachel turned, cocking her hip, ‘I am but this way is way more fun. I might be bored of him as a boyfriend but you know someone like him would make an amazing little slave. I’ll text you when I have him.’

‘Cool,’ Beth smiled, ‘I’ll be home anyway, I need to remind this little fuck who his boss is.’ She squeezed him gently, causing him to squeak in her grip.

An evil smirk played about Rachel’s cherubic face. ‘Yeah totally. And James,’ she called in a singsong way, ‘just remember what I told you last night, that’s our little secret right?’

She winked and slipped through the door and into the mostly empty hallway.

As the door clicked behind her James looked up at the face of his Goddess. Rachel had told him nothing; she had just tormented him, beat him and humiliated him for hour after hour. Why would she say that?

Beth’s expression answered him.

An iron bolt of dread shot through him as Beth scowled down at him. He cried out in pain as Beth crushed his body in her fist, digging her nails into his tiny body.

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Rachel swept out into the hallway and slipped a pair of dark glasses onto her face. The cold scowl that hung from her lips as she crossed the busy campus belied the excitement that bristled within her. From behind her shades her eyes swept across the unsuspecting students and teachers.

She was like a shark moving amongst little fish. With the unlocked machine that lurked in the bag at her hip she could reduce them all to ants. In a flash of light they would find themselves scrabbling in the dirt, their lives in the hands of the goddess that towered over them. They would run and scream and beg as her foot lifted over them, casting them in shadow.

A teasing warmth blossomed between her legs as she imagined their tiny bodies breaking beneath her with each step. Her nails dug into the palm of her hand. For the second time that afternoon she had to stop herself from grabbing the Sizer and pulling the trigger.

The first had been in the locker room. For a guilty moment she had thought of turning the Sizer on her friend. How tempting it had been to see Beth shrunk to an inch, to snatch her up with their other little pet. Rachel imagined walking the halls with both of them pushed against her, one for each nipple, their little mouths gasping as they fought for air as weight of her breasts crushed them into the lining of her bra. 

She resisted then just as she was resisting now. Beth was her friend; they shared the same desires, the same sadistic urges. They have dreamed and planned for so long, it would be more fun to enjoy the coming days with her. The younger girl may have had a softer heart but she certainly didn’t lack creativity.

Rachel crossed the lot and climbed into her cream convertible. She wondered what Beth would do to their little slave first. A laugh rippled from her lips. That parting shot, it was genius, delicious.

Of course she shared no secret with James. Why would she confide in an insect? But Beth, she would hate the idea that he held information from her. The things she would do to get it from him, Rachel could only imagine.

Her heart sang as she drove home. The night ahead would be fun for more than just poor little James. Her boyfriend would be at her house within the hour. He had no idea what she had planned.

The radio drowned out her laughter as she wove through the traffic, the Sizer waiting in the depths of her bag beside her.

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Rachel’s bare ass slapped against the thighs of her grunting boyfriend as she rode upon him. Her glistening lips parted to loose a squeal of pleasure as Dan’s hot dick drove deep within her. Her pink nipples stood erect upon her bouncing, porcelain breasts. She leaned forwards, her hips gyrating, and looked upon the face of her boyfriend. The man trembled; sweat beading on his brow to trickle into the stubble that lined his chin and neck. His eyes were shut, his breathing shallow as waves of pleasure rippled through him. Rachel smiled; it couldn’t have been more perfect.

‘Babe,’ she whispered in her sweetest voice, drawing the Sizer from behind the lamp on the bedside table, ‘open your mouth.’

Dan obeyed immediately, years of bending to Rachel’s will causing him to follow her commands without question. Rachel drove herself down harder, her muscles clamping his dick to force him to the heights of climax.

‘Get ready,’ her voice was honey, ‘this is going to be intense.’ With a single movement she gripped him by the throat and forced the muzzle of the Sizer into his mouth. A flash of light erupted from the device like green fire, consuming the man beneath her.

Rachel grabbed his shoulder as he collapsed beneath her, pushing him towards her bucking hips. The Sizer slipped from her fingers, bouncing from the mattress to clatter onto the floor.

In the flickering darkness of shadow and half light Dan could barely process what was happening to him. In seconds his girlfriend filled the sky, the world filling with flesh. He screamed, throwing up his arms as a vast expanse of wet, pink folds descended upon him.

His girlfriend moaned as his shrunken form fought against her burning lips. Her hand followed him, forcing his still dwindling body against her engorged clitoris before plunging him deep within her. Rachel gasped, her thighs quivering as she rolled onto her back, her fingers tearing him away from the crushing walls of her sex, allowing him less than a second to gasp for air and scream before thrusting him back into her hungry vagina.

The feeling was incredible. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her fingers dove between her slick lips. Between her fingertips Dan screamed in the darkness, his bones shattering as he was driven against her boiling flesh. She squeezed him harder and harder, her screams rising as the headboard slammed against the wall.

She came hard, her ass grinding against her already soaked sheets. Inside of her Dan drowned in her juices, his lungs filling with liquid fire as the rising cries of his girlfriend shook world like thunder. Rachel frowned with pleasure, her breath catching as she pushed on climaxing again and again.

Her head swam as she slid her fingers from her, leaving her toy trapped within her. She stretched, a smile trickling across her face as she felt her victim squirm within her. She squeezed him, trying to imagine the hell he was now in. It was amazing; she had never felt so powerful. In the lamplight her sweat speckled body glistened gold.

Rachel yawned, nestling in amongst the drift of cushions at the head of her bed. She closed her eyes and squeezed again, obliterating her helpless prisoner. ‘Mmm,’ she purred, her smile widening, ‘so Dan, if you hadn’t guessed, I’m breaking up with you. It’s not you, it’s me. But don’t worry, you might have lost your girlfriend but you’ve gained a goddess.’

She squeezed him again, ‘Lucky you, huh?’

Rachel woke gently, the soft smile still playing across her fuchsia lips. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head and allowing the morning sun to dance across her naked body. Rubbing one eye she sat upright, yawning again before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Her feet settled softly onto the carpet.

Beneath a tangle of tousled fringe, her eyebrows twitched into a small frown. The night before she had drifted into a peaceful sleep, enjoying the helpless fluttering of the tiny human she had forced within her. Now there was nothing. For a split second she worried that she had been too rough, that Danny had drowned or suffocated or simply been crushed. Casually she slipped a finger between her lips and sought out her new toy.

Finding nothing, she threw her sheets aside. The little twerp must have escaped her during the night. Her deep brown eyes tracked across the piled sheets before sweeping the floor. Against her bedside table, Danny’s black band t-shirt lay in a crumpled heap.

‘Now now,’ she said to the room, her tone low and dangerously sweet, ‘if I was a worthless little bug on the run from my beautiful goddess, where would be the most obviously dumb place to hide?’

Rachel rose to her feet and took her first step forwards. ‘Knowing how badly I would be punished for trying to escape,’ she continued, her naked form bending double as she reached to pluck the garment from the floor, ‘where should I definitely not try to hide.’

She barely heard Danny’s cry as she whipped the t-shirt into the air. His tiny body tumbled to the floor, quivering for a split second as his broken bones healed, before he took off running. Rachel yawned again, slipping the t-shirt over her torso. It clung seductively from her breasts, her nipples already hard with anticipation.

Her eyes fell upon the small creature that fled from her, her expression dark. Within a single footstep she caught him, the arch of her barefoot blocking his path. She didn’t give him time to react, dragging her foot across him and obliterating him with the wall of flesh. Her shadow consumed him as the merciless foot rose, the ball moving over him before crashing down to grind his barely reformed body into the carpet.

‘Tsk, tsk,’ she mocked, feeling his body liquidise beneath her, ‘what shall I do with you? You definitely need to learn the price of disobedience.’

Scrunching her toes, she lifted her foot gently, smirking as she felt his tiny body still stuck to her sole by a thin film of sweat. His facial features were just popping back into place as she sat on the bed.

His eyes grew wide a fresh scream leaving his lips as she glared down at him. ‘No, babe, please!’ he began as her thumb and forefinger pinched his helpless frame within a vice of unyielding flesh. She brought him to her face, scrutinising the fragile man that squeaked in her grasp.

‘Too late for that I’m afraid,’ she started, her tone conversational. He squeaked with pain as she increased the pressure on him, ‘you’re mine now. You’re mine to torment however I want. You’re going to be my way of letting out all my anger that builds up through the day. I’m finally going to live out some of my wildest fantasies.’ She allowed him enough air to scream at the realisation of what was to come, ‘and you know how long I’ve wanted this.’

Rachel rolled him into a ball before letting him fall into the palm of her other hand. ‘So how to get our new relationship off to the right start? Oh I know!’

With a fluid motion she leaned towards the bedside table. Atop it was a lamp, a small mirror, her phone and a stand for her multitude of bangles and bracelets. Drawing this towards her, she lifted Danny over the nearest hook and, without hesitation, skewered him through the gut on the curved metal bar.

He screamed like an animal, blood bursting through his lips as the steel length passed into him. Rachel regarded her work with cold indifference, ‘I need to get ready. Hang out here for a bit will you?’

The sound of his cries of agony followed her to the bathroom, fuelling the smirk that settled on her lips.

Her entire shower was spent in debate with herself, wondering what to do with her new possession. She had to meet Beth in less than an hour so was torn between shrinking Danny down further, reducing him to the size of a pinhead and dropping him in her shoe, or wearing him like an accessory.

The sadistic goddess was almost ready to leave when she entered the room. It was important, she decided for her former lover to appreciate just how far beneath her he was now. With that in mind she tore him from the hook and tossed him onto the tabletop. The Sizer hummed in her hand, the setting switched to the makeshift ‘green’ as she took aim. Danny was sobbing uncontrollable, curled into the foetal position, his wounds already healed.

She stood over him, closing one eye and squeezed the trigger.

In her hand, the small machine shuddered feebly and fell silent. She shook it, scowling at the settings built into the side of the barrel, ‘what the fuck?’

Rachel compressed the trigger twice more before tossing the machine onto the bed. ‘Useless fucking thing,’ she snarled, rising to her feet to stand over her victim. Atop the bedside table, Danny curled himself tighter, cowering in fear of the girl he had loved less than 12 hours before.

Her lips curled into a sneer at the sight of him so reduced. ‘Listen babe,’ she dropped the last word in a mocking tone, ‘looks like Beth’s fuckwit slave didn’t set that thing up right so you’re staying this size for a while. Obviously I’m not done making you pay for trying to get away from me so I’m going to have to think of something else to punish you with other than making you micro size and giving you your first day in my shoes.’

She raised her finger to her lips, swinging her hips in a thoughtful dance, ‘what to do, what to do?’

A light bloomed in her eyes as once again they fell upon her jewellery stand. ‘Oh, that would work,’ she smirked. Danny trembled as her hand moved over him, reaching to an old black and silver crucifix hanging from a long length of rosary beads. She turned it over in her grasp, allowing her slave’s mind time to fill with dread.

With a deceptively dainty movement, Rachel placed the cross beside the tiny man and drew a length of thin jewellers wire from the table drawer. A set of pliers accompanied the thin metal strip and she used these to snip it into short lengths. Danny groaned; his mind unable to process the switch in fortune and the horrors that awaited him.

Rachel barely looked at him as she unceremoniously plucked him from the wooden surface and manoeuvred him into position onto the cross. Danny resisted weakly, helpless in her overpowering grasp. Pleas tumbled desperately from his lips; each second spent desperately begging his former girlfriend for mercy.

The first cry rose from him as her unyielding fingers twisted a short length of wire around his wrist. She wound it tight causing the metal to bite into his skin and draw thin rivulets of blood. Another followed it followed by a third that bound his legs together. Rachel lifted him upwards, admiring her work.

‘Ok’, she addressed him with a casual calmness, ‘the next one is going to be tough for you. I’ll probably have you like this for a few hours and I don’t want you to get comfortable so its going to be tight. Still,’ she grinned as her fingers brought the final length of wire to him, ‘it will ensure you don’t think about trying to run away again.’

Danny continued to beg, his voice rising in pitch and urgency as the wire coiled about his neck. Rachel twisted it behind the head of the cross, drawing it tighter and tighter until it constricted his windpipe and caused his chest to convulse. She looked down at him critically, watching with complete detachment as his eyes bulged bloodshot and his mouth gasped for breath.  Sensually, she ran a fingernail across his chest, enjoying the rapid vibrations as his lungs screamed for air. Thanks to the effects of the Sizer she could have him trapped like this, held in a moment of constant torment, for hours, days or years.

A look of contentment blossomed on her face as she draped the rosary over her head and allowed the cross and its suffering passenger to slide down into her cleavage. She leaned forwards, allowing the cross to swing out before her and plucked the Sizer from the bed and dumped it into a waiting handbag. Without a glance at her suffering slave, she straightened and crossed the room. The goddess turned, admiring herself in her full length mirror. She tossed a length of chestnut curls over one shoulder, enjoying the slight twitching sensation at her breast, and headed for the door.

Today was going to be a good day.

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Beth was relaxing in the garden with a beer, her tiny pet’s tongue caressing the arches of her bare feet, when Rachel arrived. Her friend was filled with manic energy, as always, and excitement spilled from her lips. ‘That was fucking awesome!’ she gasped; dropping heavily into a wicker chair. The wood groaned as it bore her weight.

Beth regarded the rosary about her neck, a curious accompaniment to Rachel’s otherwise summery clothing. ‘I know right?’ the younger girl smirked, shifting her foot to bear down upon her slave. James squeaked as he was broken beneath her, the smooth curves of Beth’s feet now an unbeatable weapon.

‘So,’ Beth began slowly, ‘what did you do to him?’

Rachel reclined, slipping her feet from her converse and resting them upon the warm patio slabs. She lifted a canned drink from the nearby cooler and lifted it to her lips. ‘Oh you know,’ she answered with innocence, ‘just the usual: fucking to death followed by carnage, humiliation and pain.’

Beth rolled over in her lounger, lifting the pressure from her slave and allowing him time to reform. ‘So where is Danny now?’ her question was followed by laughter as she saw the pathetic sight that her friend drew from her cleavage. Danny continued to convulse, staring wilding into the brief sunlight, desperately gasping for air.

‘How are you doing, hun?’ Rachel asked sweetly, jiggling the rosary causing the pendant and it’s occupier to dance in the sunlight. The girls laughed at the sight of his tiny purple face and bulging eyes, his miniature chest fluttering as his burning lungs tried to draw a breath. Rachel blew on her captive, causing him to spin on the line. ‘You having a good time there Danny?’ she cooed, ‘you want a break? Honestly if you want a break, all you have to do is ask.’

She lifted the crucifix to her face, watching coldly as her ex lover shook with pain, his lips desperately trying to beg for air. ‘No?’ she probed, her face a picture of innocence, ‘ok then little man, you just let me know when you’ve had enough.’

Danny’s eyes screamed for mercy as she slung the beads over her head and stuffing him back into the humid compress of her cleavage.

Beth curled into a catlike recline upon her lounger, releasing her pet from beneath her foot. He reformed quickly, scurrying over to continue his worship as he had been trained to do. ‘You’re so twisted,’ she smirked seductively.

‘You love it,’ Rachel teased, leaning towards the younger girl. Their eyes lingered on each other for a moment before Rachel’s eyes darkened, ‘Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to talk about. Give me James.’

Instinctively Beth dropped her foot onto her slave, once again crushing him between the lounger and her unfathomable weight. ‘You’ve got Danny now,’ she pouted, applying extra pressure to the broken man beneath her, ‘what do you want my nerd for?’

Rachel’s scowl intensified as she reached into her bag and withdrew the Sizer. Holding it with clear distain she thrust it towards her companion before letting it drop onto the side table. ‘It’s broken.’

Beth’s eyes grew wide, ‘You broke it?’ she exploded, snatching it from the table and turning it over in her hands, ‘how did you fucking break it?’

‘Don’t blame me!’ Rachel shot back, ‘it’s your pet that did a shit job. I tried using the green setting to resize Danny and it didn’t work, just made a weird sound then the light went out.’

‘What about the red setting? The light’s still on, does that work?’ She released her pet, allowing him a second to reform before ordering him forwards. He ran short distance, the shadow of his goddess’s bikini clad body shrouding him as he pounded across the fabric lining.

‘Yeah, that still works,’ Rachel continued in a bored tone as Beth pinched her toy between a thumb and forefinger and lifted him to the table, ‘I used it on the mailman this morning. He was gone like that,’ she snapped her fingers.

‘Oh wow,’ Beth smiled serenely, her irritation with her friend momentarily forgotten, ‘your first proper kill. How was it?’

‘Meh,’ Rachel shrugged, ‘I wasn’t really paying attention, I was too pissed off about the green light going. I gave him time to run while I locked up but caught him within a step. I was in a rush to get over here and he was too small to feel anyway.’  

Her deep brown eyes fell to the table where James stood obediently, hands clasped before him, his head bowed. Beth had taught him well in the short time she had him.

‘You,’ the powerful brunette’s face turned cold. James barely had time to release a squeak of fear before her closed fist slammed down on time, reducing him to paste and causing the glass on the table to rattle.

Beth watched passively as he reformed, the bones twitching like spiders into their previous forms. ‘You,’ Rachel hissed, ‘you did something to it! You fucked it up on purpose.’

‘I-I,’ James stammered, struggling to his feet.

Rachel whipped her hand towards him, the razor sharp nail of her index finger hovering below his chin. With the smallest of movements she could have taken his head, ‘Tell me what happened to it.’

‘It must be the coupling on the inverting matrix,’ the tiny nerd choked, ‘the power regulator, you must have-‘

Rachel’s hand smothered him, her fingers coiling around his tiny form, breaking bones and squeezing the air from his lungs. She lifted him to her face, her piercing eyes boring into his tortured flesh. ‘What the fuck did you just say to me?’ she snarled, squeezing him tighter, ‘Did you just try to make your fuck up my fault?’

‘No, goddess, please,’ her victim let out a strangled cry. ‘Careful,’ Beth chided half-heartedly from her place on the recliner.

Rachel ignored her, continuing her interrogation, ‘Oh so I’m wrong now too? Who the fuck do you think you are? You got one thing right you fucking insect, I am a goddess. I fucking control you, how dare you accuse me of being wrong?’

Before he could conjure a reply she threw him to the ground with force. James landed hard, his injuries healing as he rolled onto his back. Her foot was already raised above him, cast a shadow which swallowed him.

‘Look how pathetic you are,’ the goddess sneered from on high, ‘you are nothing, worthless. You live to serve us, to do whatever we dream up. Now you are going to fix the green setting right here, right now. If you even think of denying me or making up some bullshit excuse, I will drown your family in shit. Do you understand me?’

It was fear that made him speak out of line, fear and the desire to please these titanic women he had inadvertently given absolute power over him. At Rachel’s command to fix the sizer he had blurted out two words that he instantly regretted: ‘I can’t.’

In a fraction of a second Rachel’s foot slammed into the patio slab, obliterating the tiny man beneath it. She ground her foot for a moment, ensuring total destruction before leaving it atop him, pinning him between unyielding concrete and unstoppable flesh.

Her face reflected her black mood as she turned to Beth, ‘Little fucker still thinks he has a mind of his own. I meant what I said, where does he live?’

‘Fucked if I know,’ Beth shrugged, ‘you really going to kill his family then?’

‘Exactly as I said’, Rachel’s face showed she wasn’t lying, ‘one way or another he will learn total obedience.’

‘Gross,’ Beth wrinkled her nose and laughed, ‘but I suppose you did warn him. I don’t really know where he lives but his cousin is in my math class? Would she do?’

Rachel nodded, removing her foot from the shrunken man and slipping on her shoes. The converse compressed him as she stood and moved away allowing the younger girl to peel him from the floor and drop him carelessly into her bag.

‘Get ready,’ Rachel commanded, ‘it’s time we made our mark on this town.’

Sylvia Packard, Deputy Head of English, had almost reached the halfway point of second period when a sharp rap on the door interrupted her lecture.

She frowned, then scowled as the door was opened before she gave leave to enter. The two girls stood casually in the doorway were known to her. The class remained silent in their seats, some took the opportunity to check texts and social media but most merely watched the spectacle; ready to witness their classmate and her friend be torn apart by their infamously strict teacher.

‘Miss Warden’, she snapped at the younger of the two, ‘what time do you call this? You are almost half an hour late to this class. Take your seat immediately and you can expect to explain yourself to me after we conclude.’

Ms Packard set her jaw firmly, her fist clenched at her side. Both girls remained motionless, matching smirks slouching across their lips. ‘And you, Miss Copse, I do not find myself surprised to see you out of class. You may have given up on your education but I ask you not to drag Miss Warden down with you.’

Rachel ignored the slight and drew the sizer from her jacket pocket. ‘Ms Packard, you always sound so smart. It’s hard not to be impressed.’ Beth watched, her eyes bright with excitement, as Rachel walked into the room. ‘Do you know what this is, Ms Packard?’ Rachel held the sizer lightly in her slender fingers, allowing her audience full view of the modified machine.

‘How did you get that?’ Ms Packard fumed, holding out her hand expectantly, ‘That is a very specific piece of machinery, give it here immediately!’

Rachel gasped coquettishly, drawing the Sizer protectively to her breast, ‘Oh so you do know what it is? I knew you would, you’re so smart. Have you seen them using it on TV? Beth and I saw them using one on Discovery to transport whole containerships full of cargo in packages no bigger than a shoebox. How cool is that?’

‘Miss Copse, I gave you an order. Hand over the device immediately.’

‘Did you know that these new portable ones can be used on people?’ Rachel stated, extending the Sizer like a wand, ‘What am I saying, everyone knows you can use it to make yourself a little bit taller or a little bit shorter. I bet you’d like to use it on those sad, old tits of yours huh?’

Sylvia’s voice caught in her throat, her rapidly rising rage choking her for a brief second. The snickers and titters of the class snapped her back into reality. ‘Silence!’ she screamed at them before rounding on the insolent student, ‘How dare you speak to me like that? That’s the last straw for you Miss Copse, you’ll be expelled for this!’

She was a heartbeat away from the girl, ready to snatch the machine from her hand, when she saw Rachel’s thumb depress the trigger. A bright red flash filled her vision, blinding her as the world swam. Her stomach pitched, feeling like she had taken a punch to the gut. She staggered forwards, falling to her knees.

Realisation of what had happened hit her harder than anything she had experienced so far. The ground was already quaking as a gigantic converse shoe thudded into view. The gasps of her students howled like a distant gale.

‘How is this possible? I didn’t consent, I didn’t consent!’ Her cries fell away into nothing as she looked up into the sky and the smiling face of the titanic girl that now filled it.

‘Consent?’ Rachel asked, casually pitching the Sizer to Beth before crouching and scooping the shrunken teacher into her hand. She brought the woman closer to her face, admiring how helpless and fragile the authoritarian now was in her grip. ‘Did you just say consent? Dirty girl, you’ve used one of these before haven’t you?’

Sylvia’s protests went unheard as Rachel closed her fist around her and walked towards the teacher’s desk. She dropped heavily into the now vacant office chair and swung her feet up onto the wood panelled desktop. The whole class watched, awestruck, as their teacher was tossed roughly onto the desk, landing clumsily amongst the drift of papers and pens.

‘I must admit,’ Rachel continued, her words directed at her captive while her eyes scanned the watching faces at their desks, ‘you are technically right about the consent part. Luckily, that nerd student of yours, managed to bypass it. He’s currently enjoying a life of servitude at our pleasure, sadly his friend wasn’t quite so lucky.’

Beth was stood beside her now, looking down at their victim with barely contained hunger. The class was nervous, a number of students stood and made for the door. The girls regarded each other, now was the time.

Rachel continued her monologue as Beth skipped towards the first row of desks and swung the Sizer in a wide arc. The red beam cut through the students like a scythe, reducing them to the same helpless inch in height as their former teacher and now fellow captive.

Both girls whooped with delight as, to anyone watching, they now stood alone in the empty classroom. ‘What is happening?’ the teacher cried, horror plastered across her tiny face, ‘How is this possible? I didn’t consent, they haven’t consented!’

Above her, Rachel’s amused look blackened, ‘Quiet bitch,’ she scowled, reaching forwards. Her finger curled and struck out, the flick knocking the shrunken woman from her feet and sending her reeling across the desktop. Sylvia cried out in pain, her collarbone and wrist broken from the impact, blood weeping from a growing welt that closed her left eye.

Beside her, Rachel’s giant converse clad foot dwarfed her. The length of a yacht, each movement shook the wooden top beneath her. The office chair squeaked as the huge girl leaned towards her, her hand once again outstretched. ‘Didn’t you hear what I just said? Our little pet bypassed the system. We can shrink anyone we want and do whatever we want to them. That little love tap I just gave you? Without the bypass you’d have been fine, or maybe you already know that? With the bypass, well, you and all your students are as helpless as bugs.’

Terror clutched Sylvia now, despite the pain she tried to crawl away from her massive captor. A shadow fell around her as Rachel’s vast hand moved through the sky above her. Rachel’s eyes were laser focussed as she closed her fingers into a fist and extended her thumb. The tiny woman was crying, deep sobs that shook her. From here it was hard to hear if she was begging for her life or still berating the girl as she had done so only moments before. All three of them knew what was coming next.

‘Bye bye Ms Packard,’ Rachel waved before slowly pushing her thumb downwards. Beth giggled as the inch high woman disappeared, her short scream giving way to a sad, wet crunch as she was twisted into the woodwork. Rachel moved her hand away, revealing the red smear that was all that remained of Sylvia Packard, Deputy Head of English.

Rachel paused for a moment, admiring her work before sticking her thumb in her mouth and sucking off the bloodied remains. The mark on the desk would be wiped away before they left. A smile traced about her lips as her eyes lifted towards her watching friend, ‘That’s two for me and one for you, you gonna catch up?’

Beth pouted in mock offense and walked towards the seemingly empty rows of desks. The first student to die that day went unnoticed. He was barely conscious, his leg and pelvis shattered from the fall from his chair to the floor. A dry squeak left his throat as the sky went black, the ceiling replaced by the falling treads of Beth’s shoe.

He disappeared beneath her, compressed between the rubber and the tile by her unstoppable weight. Beth’s attention was elsewhere, her smile widening as she spied the tiny girl on the opposite seat.

The girl was crying, unable to comprehend the situation she found herself in. ‘You’re in my spot,’ Beth stated dispassionately. She turned her back on her victim, drinking in her screams as she began to sit. Her movements were deliberately slowly, allowing the girl time to drink in the image of her denim clad ass as it hung over her.

The sound was desperate, feral. Beth wondered if she had tried to run, to escape her shadow, or if she was just standing there helplessly. A shiver of excitement went through her as her thighs touched the plastic seat. A second later, the sound stopped, muffled by her flesh. She felt the slightest of lumps against her, something soft and malleable before it gave way.

‘Two’, she beamed leaning across the desk, ‘now what?’

Rachel tapped the tip of Sylvia’s pen against her lips. ‘Y’know what, I’m not feeling class today. I think Packard has taught us everything we needed to know. Wanna split?’

Her friend pretended to ponder the question, ‘Yeah, I think I do. I also think my classmates want to come too.’

 ‘What a good idea!’ Rachel squealed, jumping to her feet, ‘we can consider it a field trip. ‘

The girls moved through the room as predators; snatching tiny students from desks and chairs, chasing them across the floor before scooping them up. They were careful to account for every one of them, making sure not to leave any witnesses.

One had made for the supply closet, his little legs pumping as he raced towards the space he perceived as safety. His classmate Beth was on the other side of the room, her friend had her back to him. He had not seen Ms Packard’s demise nor those of his classmates but he knew their plans for the class couldn’t have been good. He had waited for his moment, hiding from view behind the leg of his chair until the giant’s attention was elsewhere. The closet was fast approaching, once inside he would disappear. Help would come eventually.

‘Uh-oh,’ Beth chimed as she saw him, ‘looks like you missed one.’

Rachel turned, scowling at the creature that had dared try to escape her.

The door closed with a click, a final sound that rang out louder than it should. She caught him in a single step, the impact of her foot next to him causing the tiny boy to stumble. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear. He recovered quickly, turning and racing towards a nearby counter. If he could squeeze under there they wouldn’t be able to catch him.

Her scowl remained as her shoe lifted, its shadow tracing across the running man. ‘No I didn’t,’ she said coldly, slamming her foot down. Her heel lifted as she ground him into the tile. ‘Pathetic,’ she spat.

When they were done they counted the bags, making sure they had killed or captured the exactly the right amount. A frantic five minutes was spent searching for a missing student until the bloodstain on the floor was noticed. ‘Oops,’ Beth giggled, her fingers at her lips, ‘looks like we squished one by accident.’

They cleaned the stain along with the remains of the running boy and Ms Packard, ensuring no trace was left of either. When they were done, the class was assembled on the desktop. The girls looked down at them with glee, Beth’s arms wrapped around Rachel’s waist.

‘Which one is the cousin I’m looking for?’ Rachel asked, her eyes moving from person to person.

Beth stretched, out, her finger moving towards the group causing them to wail with fear. ‘That one,’ she whispered, her fingernail just inches away from a crying girl.

Rachel’s hand consumed her, bringing her to her face. Her brown eyes dismissed her sobs, ‘Hi there, you won’t believe what I have in store for you little one.’ The girl could only whimper as she was dropped into a waiting pocket.

Their attention returned to the remaining students. Twenty five pairs of eyes looked up at them, each trembling with fear and despair. ‘So we gonna split ‘em?’ Beth asked.

‘Hmm,’ Rachel leaned in close, letting her words wash over them, ‘there’s one too many.’

Her hand moved with lightning speed, snatching up a screaming victim.

‘Open up,’ she commanded, smirking as Beth’s lips parted. Her tongue quivered with expectation.

‘No, please, you can’t do this, please.’ The creature begged as her fingers brought him over the dark pit of Beth’s throat. She turned him upside down, giving him a full look at what awaited him. He screamed as she released him, landing heavily on the saliva soaked muscle.

‘Problem solved,’ she grinned as Beth began to chew. The younger girl savoured the experience before bending double and showing the watching group the inside of her mouth. Those that weren’t already screaming with terror did so as they took in the red ruin that stained her teeth, the sad lump of pulverised flesh and bone that had once been their friend smeared across her tongue.

She swallowed, ‘Delicious.’

Conscious of time, they bundled the rest of their victims in a bag. The sounds of their captives were silenced as the zip sealed them in darkness.

Beth checked the hall as Rachel did a final sweep of the room. Nothing amiss, no signs they were ever there. A whole class and their teacher vanished, it would be a tragic mystery.

She smirked, this power was incredible.

They left the campus without incident, quietly leaving through the side gate. Rachel drove them to her place; her parents were out of town, they wouldn’t be disturbed.

They practically skipped up to the house, excitedly gossiping about what they were going to do with their share of the prisoners. Beth was ready to get started but Rachel had something to attend to first.

‘Hand him over,’ she demanded, watching hungrily as Beth shook off her shoe and dragged their pet out into the light. His body, broken by a morning under his goddess’ toes, twitched as Rachel closed him in her fist.

‘Are you really going to do it?’ Beth asked, wrinkling her pretty nose with disgust.

‘Sure am,’ Rachel beamed, ‘I can’t let these things think our threats are empty now can I?’

Beth decided not to watch, instead taking her toys into the living room.

She had made James tell her the tale later on that night, delighting as he trembled his way through the memory. He had been shaking when Rachel returned him, pale and horrified beyond measure.

Rachel had taken him into the bathroom, reuniting him with his cousin. The shrunken girl had been terrified, sobbing uncontrollably. What was happening, how was it happening, why? She had jabbered incessantly until the massive woman silenced her with a word.

James had pleaded then, begging his goddess to spare his weeping family member. Rachel had laughed at that. Why was he begging her, she asked, what did he have to offer? She already owned him, controlled him. Who cared if an insect begged for its life, the boot came down anyway.

She had lifted the tiny girl into the sky, commanding her to take a final look at the world, make her last words. A few seconds later, she dropped her into a glass mason jar.

James could only watch as she tried frantically to climb the walls, to escape. Rachel chuckled, mocking her as she produced a length of tape. She bit off a two inch strip and roughly slammed James into the side of the jar, fixing him in place. She didn’t want him to miss a thing.

The jar was placed on the floor, Rachel standing victoriously over them. She asked them if they were ready, they both cried to her to stop. It only made her laugh.

The execution was gruesome, Rachel squatting over the jar before letting loose.

The description of the girl’s demise made Beth giggle. It was so gross.

His voice quivered covered despair as he was forced relive each second, to describe how she was buried alive; how she struggled and fought, how her arms scrabbled to pull her to the surface of that foul mire. Tears welled in his eyes as he told his Goddess how his cousin spent her last moments, how she dragged herself upwards as though crawling through quicksand. The sight of her face, filled with desperation and slick with filth as she gasped for air, stealing a second before another layer buried her forever, that would stay with him forever.

The act was brutal but effective, she couldn’t doubt her friends methods. James had certainly been more obedient since the ordeal. From that day on he had stood by in silence, never raising a word as countless shrunken lives were snuffed out before his eyes.

Beth wondered how many people he had seen killed. The crazy notion never failed to make her smile.

That first batch hadn’t lasted long. Beth managed to keep two alive until the following afternoon but Rachel was done with almost all of her half in less than two hours. By that time the media had exploded, news of the missing class dominated every channel.

Rachel had been masturbating in her room during the coverage. She reclined, naked in semi darkness, the only light coming from her TV screen. The reaction her crimes had had on the local community sent her into a flurry of deep arousal, her body aching for orgasm. Laughter bubbled up amongst her moans of pleasure as she drove her fingers within her. On screen, weeping parents put up pictures and lit vigils for students that had already been turned to stains beneath her shoe.

She’d been half watching for an hour, her fingers massaging her sopping wet sex when the image came up on screen. ‘Oh god! She whimpered, her fingers jabbing deep inside of her as though under someone else’s control, ‘oh fuck!’

The forced herself brutally to orgasm, her nipples like bullets standing out as her back arched. She knew Beth could hear but she didn’t care, why not give the younger woman something to dream about. She was silver with sweat, her lip trembling as she drew her wrinkled fingers from her burning womanhood. She sat upright, steadying herself on the bed with her free hand.

Dark eyes looked through brown ringlets of hair made heavy with sweat. Her chest rose and fell as she paused the coverage, leaving the image of a young girl smiling back at her.

She reached out a moist hand to the screen, her fingers still glued together by her drying juices.

‘Did you get a good look?’ she asked, bringing her hand back to her and inspecting the tiny creature trapped between her digits, ‘that’s you. You’re famous. How sad for them though. They think their daughter is still out there somewhere, they think they’re looking for a living person. You weren’t a person though were you? You were my property, my fuck toy, and I gotta say, you did an awesome job’

The girl on screen looked nothing like the mangled ruin pressed between her fingers. The tiny creature was bruised and bloodied, an arm and leg missing from where it had been forced against her merciless folds. A layer of cum entrapped her like a fly in amber. The girl was long dead.

‘Shame,’ she smirked before sticking both fingers into her mouth. She slurped the corpse greedily, sending the girls remains down into her stomach to join a number of her classmates.

She shut off the TV and turned on the lamp, the girl being forgotten immediately. Her attention turned to the cross between her sticky breasts and the tiny man affixed to it. ‘What did you think Danny, did you enjoy the show?’

She turned the pendant to face her, smiling down at her former boyfriend as he gasped for a breath that would never come, the wire still biting into his neck. ‘You still having fun? Don’t forget to shout up if you want out.’ The small creature’s eyes bulged, his mouth hanging open against a blood red face. A small squeak escaped his closed throat.

‘No?’ she asked innocently, ‘Ok my love, I’ll check again tomorrow.’

In the end Danny’s torment had lasted just over three months.

It was Beth who suggested freeing him, not an act of mercy by his Goddess. Beth wanted James to have a friend, someone he could talk to when she wasn’t using him. She thought it would be good for morale, for motivation.

Rachel had suggested making James cook and eat his own parents as a way of ‘motivating him’ but Beth had resisted the idea. Though she spared him no pain or humiliation in his worship of her, she was still grateful to him. Secretly she knew they owed this all to James and wondered about her future and what else he might be able to do for her.

Sadly, when freed, Danny was far from an ideal companion. Three months of agony, wired to a metal cross and trapped between his girlfriend’s breasts, had utterly destroyed his mind. Even after a week away from her, the tortured man could do little but lie upon the base on his cage in the foetal position, taking in great lungfuls of air between pitiful sobs.

His former lover had tried forcing him back to his senses, smashing him repeatedly beneath her foot while commanding him to stand, to speak. When that failed she wanted him dead, demanding the green setting be reversed. She blamed James and threatened new punishments, each more sadistic than the last, if he did not comply. Only by the grace of his Goddess Beth had James escaped the monster’s wrath.

They had offered her a new slave, anyone she wanted, to compensate for her first one breaking. Rachel had considered it carefully but in the end decided against having someone permanent. To reset the green setting would leave the Sizer out of commission for a month and that was far too long for her to go without taking new victims.

In the end Danny remained in his cell for almost a year.

Occasionally James would be returned to the cell next to him, a cardboard box serving as their prison. Beth usually enjoyed having him sleep in the bed with her so that he was on hand if she needed. His place would vary from night to night; some nights he would be wedged between her toes or pushed against her warm lips, others he would sleep on her stomach or between her breasts. Beth had resolved to offer him brief moments of respite and pleasure so as to deepen his love for her. It was important to her that he truly saw her as a Goddess to obey and himself as merely a tool for her pleasure albeit a tool that could be rewarded or punished as she saw fit.

That was the difference between her and Rachel; her friend revelled in death, humiliation and destruction while Beth wanted to be worshipped as well.

On the rare occasions James did spend the night in his cell, he would notice that his neighbour never slept. He just made those horrid, endless sucking sounds as if trying to claw back those breaths he lost.

It was one such night when Danny was taken.

Light had flooded into the box followed with the sound of giggling. He looked up through blurry eyes to see them both smiling down at him, drinks in hand. They were drunk and high. Beth inhaled as Rachel reached in. He braced himself for an impact that never came. Instead it was Danny that was taken, rising out of the prison in a closed fist. Beth winked down at him before sealing him in darkness.

James hadn’t witnessed Danny’s torment however Beth had told him the tale multiple times and at length. He would look up from his position kneeling on her flat stomach or at her toes to look over at the shoe closet. A shudder went up his spine each time.

It had been Rachel’s idea, obviously. A few drinks and a few smokes in, the movie had lost all interest. He couldn’t know what inspired her but then again it was not for bugs like him to know her evil thoughts.

After being removed from the box, Danny had been thrown roughly onto the table. Rachel had slammed a foot down beside him, commanding him to worship her or face punishment. She had lost patience with her former squeeze and was giving him a final chance. It would be impossible to say if Danny had even heard her, as always he lay curled up and silent apart from those endless breaths. Rachel glared down at him, her eyes filled with cold fury, ‘Have it your way.’

The jubilation had returned as she skipped over to where an old pair of Uggs had been discarded into a corner. Ancient bloodstains marred their soles but with Rachel it was harder to find shoes that didn’t have those tell-tale marks.

‘You think it’s gonna work?’ Beth asked as her friend selected one and turned it sole up.

‘Absolutely,’ she beamed, ‘I’m sure of it.’

Had Danny been of a mind to look upwards, he would have seen both girls bathed in wicked firelight as Rachel ignited her lighter. She brought it to the rubber sole of the ugg, heating the material until it became malleable.

Beth wrinkled her nose at the smell, ‘You’re wrecking them.’

‘No I’m not,’ Rachel assured her, ‘Besides, they’re old anyway. I just wanted something I still wear but don’t care about. If he’s not going to obey me then at least I’ll get some use out of him when we hang out or go to the store or whatever.’

The rubber heel was bubbling now, its surface blackened by the flame, ‘I think we’re ready.’

Rachel held the boot in one hand and plucked Danny from the table with the other. ‘You sure you don’t have anything to say to me?’ she asked lovingly, a sad pout on her face, ‘Not after all this time together?’

Danny said nothing, stared at nothing, sucked at the air.

‘Ok, have it your way.’ She brought him to her lips, enveloping him in a huge kiss before lowering him towards the boot.

Beth winced as a hiss rose into the air, a smile spreading across her friend’s face, as the tiny man was pushed against the molten rubber. He screamed then, finally he screamed, as the boiling goo flowed over his bare skin. It clung to his flesh, holding him in place as Rachel continue to push him into the scalding sludge, her fingernail firmly on his chest.

His screams became a rattle as his body disappeared, the cooling liquid setting around his throat. When she was done only his head, an arm and a foot remained above the now solid surface. He had lost consciousness but she knew he couldn’t die.

Rachel turned the boot in her hand, admiring her work. ‘That’s so fucked up,’ Beth chuckled, draining her beer.

‘What? I did say he was going to serve me one way or another, I’d been telling him for weeks. This was his last chance. At least this way he still gets to be used by me and who knows, maybe this snapped him out of it. Did you hear him scream?’

She slipped her bare foot into the woollen mouth of the boot and pulled it on, slamming her heel down onto the linoleum. She crossed one bare leg over the other, ensuring the greatest weight fell on her boyfriend turned footwear.

Her beer appeared in her hand, ‘Seriously, though this movie sucks. What else is on?’

Rachel’s evil mind would have scared away most people but it was exactly what attracted Beth to her. What others saw as inhuman, Beth saw as creative and pragmatic.

This had been no clearer than in the days following the disappearance of Sylvia Packard and her class.

‘We need to do it again,’ Rachel had declared the following morning as they watched Beth’s former classmates being discussed on TV, ‘we need to take someone else.’

‘School is closed though, there’s cops everywhere. How could we-‘

Rachel’s finger on her lips silenced her.

‘I’m not saying we take anymore from the same place. There will be plenty of time to collect anyone else you wanted from there. First we need to make it seem safe, like the class was just the beginning. We need to lure them back and distract the cops.

Tell me, what’s two of the main reasons serial killers get caught? And that’s what we are now by the way, I hope that’s ok with you?’

Beth nodded, a childish smile on her lips, ‘Sure, just ask my Netflix list. To answer your first question though, pattern and family. If the cops don’t figure out the killer’s pattern or area of operation, a family member usually comes across something strange and rats them out. Why, what are you thinking?’

‘Oh so many things,’ Rachel purred, ‘but for the moment, we need to Shrink down a bunch of people on the other side of town, take the focus off the immediate area. Then we need to get the fuck outta here.’ She gestured to her father’s spacious suburban house, ‘I’m sick of living here, sick of him and that bitch he married. If we’re gonna do this, we need our own place, we need privacy to be able to explore our new power and…well…to be together.’

That was it, that last word was all she needed to convince the younger girl. Rachel stifled a smile as she saw hope bloom in her friend’s eyes. She knew exactly how Beth felt about her and wasn’t above using that to get what she wanted.

‘If that’s what you want, we need to strike tonight and not just at random. We need money to get our own place, we need to shrink someone rich. And by rich, I mean cash rich, valuables. A big bank account won’t help us with cctv at every atm.’

Beth chewed her lip thoughtfully. Her dad had a hundred clients that could afford to lease them an apartment, but cash rich? He mostly dealt with businesses, with capital. Still…

‘Err I guess my dad mentioned someone, a few miles away.’ Beth’s stomach fluttered with nerves. When they took the class it didn’t seem real, it was a game. To go out hunting, to risk approaching someone’s house, invading their home to rob them. The prospect was terrifying, exhilarating, exciting. ‘Yeah, let’s do this.’

The girls left the house less than half an hour later, dressed in gym gear and light jackets. They had found the address of their victim easily enough online and had resolved to use the journey as an opportunity to get a workout.

A slight bulge showed where the Sizer had been zipped away in Rachel’s jacket pocket. Beth felt a similar lump beneath her toes, albeit one much more malleable. She had blown James a kiss as he was dropped into her sneaker, her foot quickly following him, sealing him in darkness. It was a warm evening, the low sun painting the matching houses gold as they jogged through the neighbourhood. Beth could only imagine what the crushing weight, the heat, the burning air inside her shoe must have felt like. Beneath her sports bra, her nipples hardened.

They arrived an hour and a half later, their faces as pink as the evening sky. Sweat prickled across their skin, the light breeze cooling them. The home of their target couldn’t have been better suited to their needs. It sat away from the street, the trees and bushes in the front yard grown large with lack of care.

The gate was locked but scalable, both girls doing so quickly after making sure they were not being watched. The gravel crunched beneath their sneakers like so many bones as they walked up the pathway towards the front door. A single light shone in an upstairs window.

The man was old, a loner, curmudgeon and collector of fine watches. Beth’s dad had arranged coverage for him around a year ago. She recalled him bemoaning the man’s refusal to invest in properly secured remote storage. Apparently he preferred to keep everything in glass cases, better to keep an eye on them he reasoned. Her dad had shrugged, his loss he had decided. The man’s premium was through the roof.

No doubt there would be cash and other valuables in the house. How likely was it that a man who didn’t trust security firms would instead trust the bank?

They were a few feet from the doorstep when a sudden burst of movement startled them. Rachel moved like a gunslinger, drawing the sizer and depressing the trigger with lightning reflexes. The burst hit the snarling Doberman in the chest, catching it mid leap as it raced across the unkempt lawn. It disappeared immediately, crashing among the tree sized blades of grass at their feet. A second later and it would have been on them, it was a foolish mistake not to check the perimeter.

Rachel arrived at the place it had fallen in two steps, Beth behind her.

The dog was just under two inches in height. Beth had set the sizer before they left, two inches would be an ideal height at which to interrogate their victim if needed.

The dog rose on shaking legs, throwing its head left and right as though trying to clear its mind. It looked up at them startled before bursting into a flurry of barks.

Rachel’s foot moved without a word, the huge running shoe obscuring it from view. She looked down without pity and would have crushed the yapping creature into the dirt had Beth not intervened. ‘No don’t,’ she pleaded, grabbing her friend’s ankle and wrenching her foot away.

The older girl recovered and laughed, ‘Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who can watch people die in horror films every day but lose their shit if the dog dies? How cute. Leave it then, let’s get this done.’

Beth smiled down at the small creature. She crouched above it, extending a finger and delighting as it snapped and barked at the massive digit. She leaned forwards, blowing it off its feet and sending it scampering into the tangle of grass. There was no chance of it posing a threat at its new size.

Rachel handed over the sizer as they got to the front door. Though they were counting on the old man delighting at having two gym clad young women appear at his door there was no denying that Beth appeared the more innocent of the two. Rachel had deliberately rolled up her top, exposing her bare midriff to tempt the eye.

It took two rings of the doorbell before a light appeared in the hall. A gruff voice sounded beyond the door accompanied by the sound of keys jangling.

The door opened a crack, the chain pulling taught across it. ‘Yes, what?’

He stood over a head taller than Rachel though stooped by age. His face was ruddy, a patchy beard covering his jowls. His hair had long gone to balding, a thick pair of brown glasses perched on his large nose, ‘Who are you two, what do you want?’

‘Hi,’ Beth smiled sweetly, a harmless cherub, ‘I’m David Warden’s daughter. He asked me to deliver a package to you, it’s heavy though so I left it in the car. This is my friend.’

The man sniffed, ‘Impossible. I’m expecting nothing from your father. Besides, the gates are locked, how did you get to my door?’

A look of confusion blossomed on her face, ‘Oh, I’m sorry I thought there had been an accident. The gate was open, it looks like someone hit it with a car.’

His face reddened, a growl of irritation in his throat. There was a click as the chain was released, the door opening wide as he tried to push past them. The red light consumed him in an instant, the Sizer whirring in her grip.

He fell backwards into the house, the boom of Beth’s footstep echoing into his ears as she crossed the threshold.

‘You don’t mind if I have a look around do you?’ she tittered as her long legs strode over him, ‘I hear you’ve got some really interesting shit.’

Rachel followed, stooping as she enclosed him in her fist. He was brought sputtering with rage to her impassive face. ‘What is this,’ he coughed, his face purple, ‘what are you doing?’

The sound of a display case opening caused his head to snap in the direction of the drawing room. Beth had already reached inside and withdrawn a gold watch, holding it up to the light to inspect it. ‘This is my house,’ he reeled, forgetting that he sat in the palm of a nineteen year old woman, ‘put that back immediately. How dare you, I’ll call the police, I’ll-‘

‘Oh shut up,’ Rachel moaned, smashing his face with the slightest of taps from her finger. Blood exploded across her hand, his copious nose broken, one eye already shutting with a bruise. ‘We’re robing you, it would go better for you if you helped us with that.’

It took them just under an hour to clear the house.

When they were finished, the old man was placed upon the kitchen table, his possessions rising like a mountain beside him. He was shirtless, blood covering his chest from the broken nose. His lower back had received a vicious slash, the deep wound still weeping from where Rachel had threatened to cut him in two with her thumbnail. He’d given up halfway through and given them the combination to his dollar store safe along with the locations of the wealth that had been squirreled away in his tumbledown manse.

Fifty thousand dollars had been kept in the safe with a further two hundred and fifty hidden beneath mattresses and underneath chair cushions. The girls had counted it out gleefully, stacking it in rows as the man wept with both the pain of his injuries and grief for his lost wealth. The watches had taken longer. Neither girl knew anything about the trade so made him go through item by item, Beth noting down the name, origin and value of each one with a pen and notepad.

They could barely contain themselves as he listed off price after price. In one night they had netted over a million dollars. With that money they could do anything, they would be free to live as they wished.

Both girls had brought a small backpack with them, each containing a water bottle for their run. The man could only watch, helpless as they piled the money into one and the watches into the other. His entire life’s collection was taken from him in minutes while he was powerless to stop it.

When they were finished, Beth volunteered to do a sweep of the house. There was a tiny drop of blood in the hallway, no doubt from where it had fallen from Rachel’s fingers and more in the downstairs den. She made short work of the evidence with a damp cloth, the blood coming up easily from where it had splashed on the tiles.

Rachel was stood by the sink when she returned to the kitchen, washing her hands. ‘What do you want to do with him?’ The younger woman asked, ‘You wanna keep him or shall we get rid of him? He’s pretty beaten up, I’m not sure how much fun he’ll be now.’

‘Oh,’ Rachel turned to face her, a picture of innocence, ‘I didn’t even think about that. I’ve already gotten rid of him.’ She gestured towards the sink, ‘Turns out the garbage disposal is super good at getting rid of sad, old fucks like him. Chewed him right up and then washed him away, really quick. I’m glad too, his bellyaching towards the end was driving me crazy.’

Beth laughed, ‘Got everything?’

The switched off all the lights, going room by room a second time to make sure nothing was missed. The door clicked behind them as they jogged down the now dark pathway and climbed over the gate into the street.

Orange fluorescent light illuminated the streets as they walked towards the nearest bus stop, excitedly chattering about the next part of their plan. Beth scrunched her toes as she walked, reminding herself with each step of the young man who had made her a millionaire.

The bus arrived with a rumble of noise and light, the only vehicle on the road at this time. They each bought tickets towards the city and sat at the back. The direction was important, Rachel insisted. It would help to throw off the pattern.

The first victim was a woman in her mid-thirties, clearly coming back from work. Beth sat next to her, pulling the Sizer from her pocket and surreptitiously pressing the trigger. She vanished and was quickly transferred to a jacket pocket. Immediately the man sat in front was taken, followed by a two older women. They moved carefully, casually, from seat to seat. The driver drove on as they did so, oblivious to the crimes occurring just feet behind him.

The girls were ever alert, careful to act quickly and quietly taking people only from the back. As they approached the city more people got on and in turn ended up shrunken in the possession of the two monstrous vixens.

The bus was empty by the time they were finished. Beth depressed the bell, calling the bus to a halt. Only then did the driver notice something was awry. He turned, a look of confusion on his fat face. ‘Hey,’ was all he could manage before he was shrunk, reduced to an inch high on his still warm seat.

Rachel caught him, throwing him into her pocket and sealing him away with their other captives. They had eighteen in all, a wide demographic. The doors were already open as they rushed through them, their hearts beating with exhilaration as they sped down the street to vanish around the corner.

By the time they reached the park they were in fits of laughter. They collapsed onto a bench, hugging and gossiping about the rush of adrenaline they felt. First a classroom vanished and now a whole bus, mid route. The news would have field day with it, old Mr. Aldridge would barely get a mention.

It was getting dark by the time their Uber arrived. A week ago the idea of waiting in a park after sundown would have made both of them nervous. Now they almost relished the idea of some creeper trying something with them. Whatever he had in mind would be child’s play compared to the torture they would inflict upon him.

They spoke in hushed tones as they rode towards home, the driver busy talking on his phone. Beth wanted to shrink him too, to either take him or kill him; she didn’t care either way. Rachel counselled against it, it would be too easy to trace it back to them.

The car arrived at Rachel’s house first. The lights were on, a second car in the drive. Her father and step mother were home early. They agreed that Beth would take both bags lest Rachel’s parents stop her and question her. The Sizer and her half of their captives would be safe in her jacket pockets.

Rachel waved the car off as it disappeared into the night, watching until she stood alone on the sidewalk. She had slipped her hands into her pockets, one closed around the Sizer, the other resting among her inch high captives.

They squirmed against her, their bodies buffeted out of the way by fingers more than twice their size. She tickled them gently, delighting at how easily she could manipulate them. It was unlikely any of them would survive longer than two days, less depending on how the next hour went. She tapped her foot nervously, urging herself to go forwards. A small human found themselves pinched between her fingers. She squeezed, not hard enough to kill but with sufficient pressure to cause great pain.

She was powerful, she reminded herself, she was a god.

Her jaw set as she started up the drive way, better to get it over with.

It started as soon as she walked through the door. ‘And where have you been?’ Her step mother’s voice was shrill, perfectly suited to her waspish features. They had never got on, both blaming the other for the poor relationship. She had entered Rachel’s life two years after her true mother had passed, since then barely a week had gone by without one or both of them blowing up.

Whatever preparation Rachel had made, failed her immediately. The sight of this woman stood on the stairs of her house, daring to demand her whereabouts like she had some right to know?

The fight escalated quickly, both women drawing up accusations and slights long forgotten. Her step mother advanced down the stairs, Rachel bristling towards her until they stood a foot apart. The older woman said something cutting, the younger replied with something unforgivable.

The sound of the slap echoed in her ears, stinging warmth spreading across her cheek. A tear prickled her eye though she could not say whether it was born from pain or anger. The next few seconds were a blur, a blur that changed her life forever.

Without thinking her hand closed about the Sizer, drawing it from her pocket. The red light slammed into her step mother’s chest, knocking her back against the stairs. The woman had no time to react, no time to realise what had happened before Rachel was above her.

She moved without thinking, hatred clouding her mind. Her foot lifted, the sneaker sole flashing through the air. There was barely time for the shrunken woman to scream before the foot came down, obliterating her against the stained oak step. At her size Rachel felt nothing as the woman was liquefied by her weight. One moment she was the harridan that destroyed the relationship between her and her father, the next she was nothing but blood and powdered bone; a stain on her shoe.

Rachel lifted her foot slowly, revealing the red ruin beneath. She thought she should feel something, some anger or some sorrow for the woman who had been in her life almost ten years. Instead she felt nothing, she felt nothing because her step mother was nothing. She had been an insect in the end and had died like an insect. The beginnings of a smirk fluttered across her lips.

‘Rachel! What the fuck? What have you done?’ Her father’s voice squeaked with anger, the words catching in his throat. He stood at the top of the stairs, his face white with horror. He had seen everything.

The Sizer took him before he had taken his first step, barrelling him back into the hallway. Rachel jogged up the stairs, knowing her footsteps would sound like encroaching thunder to the shrunken man. She was crossing a line here and she knew it. Her act of passion in the heat of the moment had changed her life forever.

She walked slowly down the hallway, her eyes fixed on the shrunken man that had raised her. There was no going back now, this she knew. The only question remaining was how far would she go?

Her foot slammed down next to him, silencing his voice and causing him to stagger from his feet. Could she do this? Did she even want to?

At less than an inch high it could be over in seconds, her father leaving her life the same way as his vile wife had a minute before. A tear trickled down her face, splashing onto the hardwood beside him. This was her father, her dad, what was she thinking?

He recoiled in fear as she crouched towards him, scooping him up in her hand. He weighed nothing, his movements against her skin feather light. Was this really her father anymore? His voice failed to penetrate the prison of flesh that enclosed about him. He had seen his daughter kill his wife, he had seen how she shrank her. Could she really believe there would be no retribution, that he would forgive her and let her continue with her plan? Would she be free to live the life she knew she deserved with him alive?

Her hand opened like a flower, exposing the man who raised her. Rachel’s eyes were red, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. This was too much, she had gone too far. She sniffed and brought him to her face so she could hear his voice.

‘You evil, cold hearted little bitch!’ He screamed at her, his face red, his fists closed in anger. His words shook her from her malaise, this was all a test.

‘How fucking dare you,’ she hissed at him, keeping her voice low, ‘after all these years, you still take her side. I had no choice, I couldn’t take it anymore. For ten years I have begged you to leave her, cried to you about how she treated me. You didn’t give a shit, you only cared about her and Nat. I was too much like mom, that was my problem wasn’t it? How could you run off and play happy families with your whore while being reminded of your dead wife every time I spoke?

Well it’s all over now, that’s two wives you’ve lost. She deserved what happened to her but I hoped, I hoped that with her gone we would have been able to fix things. I never wanted it to happen like this, I never wanted you to be around when I got rid of her. Still, it’s never about what I want is it? You’ve always been a selfish prick but now you don’t get a say. The only thing that matters now is what I want.’

That was the question that burned in her mind; what did she want? Her fingers were iron hard compared to him, with little effort she could close her fist and silence him forever. He would deserve it too. He wasn’t worth these tears, he hadn’t earned them. When she needed him, when mom died, he was too busy with her sister to care. She was the younger one he said, she needed the support. When the woman that was to become his next wife entered their lives, Rachel was practically forgotten.

She wiped a tear from her face with her free hand and brought him close enough to hear him with her other.

‘You’ll fucking fry for this! I’m calling the police, you’re going to change me back this instant young lady and we are going straight to the station. My own daughter, a murdering bitch! I want you out of this house, I want you gone. I don’t want you infecting my Natty with your lies and crap attitude anymore! You’re done, you’re finished-’

Bastard. She closed her fist, silencing him. He didn’t care about her, he hadn’t for years. All he cared about was his precious ‘Natty’. The pet name made her sick. Bastard.

Rachel walked down the long hall as though moving through a dream. Her room was up on the left.

She should kill him, he deserved it. The thought lodged itself in her mind. It was too late, she had gone too far, she had no choice. Her father would have to die.

It would have ended there and then, the tiny man given no last remark, no final goodbye. She would have closed her fist and destroyed him had she not heard the sound of running water.

The bathroom door was closed but the shower was powerful enough to be heard through the wood. She wasn’t alone.

She crept along the hallway, avoiding those floorboards she knew held a notorious squeak. The door opposite to her own room was ajar, warm honey coloured light spilling across the dark floor. Her sister should have been out by now, why was she still here, what had she heard?

The sound of water shutting off cracked through the quiet house like a gunshot. ‘Rach?’ her sister’s voice sang from the bathroom, ‘That you? I heard shouting?’

Fuck. Nat shouldn’t have been part of this, hell this wasn’t even part of her plan. Though clearly her father’s favourite, she held no animosity towards her sister. She was a sweet thing, innocent, two years her junior. They were as close as sisters could be, similar in looks but a world apart in temperament. Nat was taller by a hair, her slim willowy figure designed for a life of art and dance. Where Rachel was fire, impulsive and quick to anger; Nat was water.

The death of her step mother had been unpleasant but inevitable. The impending death of her father was breaking her but again, could not be avoided. Her sister though.

‘Yeah, it’s me,’ Rachel called back, ‘it’s ok, they’ve gone out again.’

A flurry of noise vibrated from her hand, she opened her fingers again, curious as to what the doomed man had to say.

‘You fucking keep away from her,’ he screamed, ‘you fucking lost cause, you keep your sister out of this. She’s nothing like you, she’s-‘

Rachels thumb cut him off. Gone were the tears, darkness replacing them. She crushed the air out of him with a single digit, pushing into his chest hard enough to silence but not enough to kill.

‘Y’know, you’re right,’ she whispered to him, stealing into her sister’s room. ‘I’m not, Nat wouldn’t have to deal with your shit, Nat wouldn’t have been made to feel so helpless that she lashed out and stole just a bit of power back. Nat wouldn’t do what I’m about to do.’

The bed squeaked as she sat upon it. She would have to work fast, Nat would only be in the bathroom a minute or so longer. Beside her, a slinky black dress had been draped across the bed. Her sister was going out with her friends, no doubt into the city for a night of dancing. On the floor, a pair of elegant black heels waited patiently for their owner to occupy them.

Rachel wasted no time. The Sizer leapt back into her hand, the machine feeling natural against her palm. She aimed it at her father and fired, reducing his height to less than a third of an inch.

Whatever threats or promises he was now making went unheard as Rachel spoke over him, her voice soft and calm. ‘I can’t live like this anymore Dad, I’ve got an opportunity to have a new life, a better life. I had hoped we could make things better but we just can’t, you won’t let us. Your bitch wife is dead and I’m not sorry about that. You’ve made it clear that you just want it to be you and your darling Natty so that’s how it’s going to be. I love you dad but I’m not going to miss you. Good bye.’

The man’s eyes bulged as she upended her hand and sent him falling through the air. The fall was long but not life threatening. Her deep brown eyes watched as he landed hard against the inside of her sister’s shoe, sliding down the slope of the heel and into the darkness. From what she saw it looked like he had broken a leg. That was good, she decided, less chance of him being spotted.

This should have been risky, should have had the potential to expose her, but she knew it would be fine. She was calm, collected, and confident. Her eyes watched him disappear into the toe section of the shoe. He would still be cursing her but now his voice was too small to hear. Soon it would be silenced forever.

‘Rachel,’ her sister’s voice rang through the doorway, a note of light surprise lifting her words, ‘you startled me. You ok?’

Nat crossed the room, towelling her hair as she did so. She had already changed into a matching set of black underwear, the darkness stark against her pale skin.

‘Yeah fine,’ Rachel sniffed, ‘just those two on top of everything that has happened is just getting to me you know?’

Nat sank into a chair and began to apply her makeup, ‘Yeah I heard the argument. I couldn’t make out what was being said but to be honest I didn’t want to.’ Nat had always hid when Rachel and her parents quarrelled. ‘What set it off this time?’

‘Same old shit,’ Rachel lied, her voice glum, ‘with everything that’s happened with that missing class I just didn’t need to come home to that. Beth is in pieces.’

Nat’s nose wrinkled, ‘Since when do you give a shit about people? I’m the one that does the crying here, not you. I was in floods when I saw the news. Is Beth going to be ok? It was her class that went missing wasn’t it?’

Rachel’s shoulders shuddered, crocodile tears streaming down her pink cheeks. She brushed them away with a hand as her sister sat beside her, crumpling the dress and throwing an arm around her. Rachel could barely stifle a laugh as she imagined what her father must be seeing down there. In the darkness, in pain, his two daughters massive beyond comprehension, one of whom killed his wife, the other about to kill him. It was priceless.

‘Yeah, she’s fine. We’re all just blown away by it y’know? Wondering what happened and what we can do.’

We’ll I know what I’m gonna do,’ Nat beamed, her smile the sweetest thing imaginable, ‘I’m going to go out and dance. Me and the girls are all heading into the city to shake this off and cheer ourselves up. Want to come?’

She stood, taking up the dress and smoothing out the wrinkles before slipping it on. Rachel helped her with the zip.

‘Thanks, but I’m ok. I’m going to lay low here for a while, maybe try and sort things out with Dad and the beast when they get back.’

Nat tutted and chuckled, despite herself, ‘Don’t call her that for a start, there’s no wonder she’s always pissed at you.’ Rachel’s heart skipped a beat as her sister slipped on the first of her shoes, her father was in the other, it would be over in the next few seconds.

‘I know you’ve tried but you should keep on at it, for dad’s sake,’ Nat rested a hand on her shoulder for balance as she slid her foot into her other heel. Within the shoe, Mr. Coppice could only scream impotently as the massive foot of his youngest daughter sped towards him. Her red painted toes hit him like a freight train, shattering bones and sending him flying into the tip of her shoe. Darkness fell upon him as her foot filled the space, flesh stealing the light. He spent his last seconds choking on blood, sobbing as a massive form moved above him. Nat felt nothing as her father was annihilated beneath her toe, that first step removing all trace of him.

‘He does love you, you know that right?’ she asked her older sister as she made for the door, ‘Last chance, you sure you don’t want to come?’

Rachel sniffed again, knuckling the last tears from her eyes, ‘No, its ok, I’m good. Probably going to spend the rest of the night locked away in my room, having some time for myself.’

They exchanged smiles, Nat leaving her sat on the bed.

Rachel let out a long sigh. Tomorrow her parents would be reported as missing, a week later legal proceedings would begin to transfer their property to her and Nat. A month later they would both be free to do as they please and with the wealth she had stolen earlier, nothing could stand in her way.

A warm smile lit her face as she crossed the hall and entered her own room.

Bruised and battered the people in her pocket were thrown roughly onto the floor, screaming as they took in the smiling titan that stood over them. Not one would survive to see the morning.

It took six weeks and three more deaths before Nat was convinced to leave. She had always wanted to go travelling but had been held back by both finances and friends.

The first was solved by the sale of her parent’s assets. Her older sister had handled everything, had been there for her following the discussion with the police. They were under no illusion that their disappearance was linked to the spate of mysterious vanishings occurring in the county. In the first four weeks a class, a bus, a diner and a bar had all gone missing without a trace. On top of that was a list of smaller, connected missing persons. Her parents were on that list.

Rachel had decided to move out. She claimed the house held too many memories for her. It was true that she spent more and more time in her room of late. Nat was sure it couldn’t be good for her mental health and on more than one occasion had heard her older sister talking to herself. She’d wanted to open the door and confront her about it but each time found it locked.

Change would be good for both of them.

Though the money was in her account she was still hesitant to leave. She had a boyfriend of many years who couldn’t just quit his job and two friends that were like sisters to her.

When they too disappeared she realised it was time to go. Whatever was happening seemed state wide, not national and certainly hadn’t spread to her desired destination of Europe.

The promise Rachel made to herself was that it would be Nat who severed the ties keeping her at home. Her boyfriend was the first to go, Rachel shrunk him on his walk home from work.

She’d been tempted to end him quickly, to snuff him out beneath her boot and keep walking. It was the memory of her father that spared him. She remembered how right it had felt when Nat unwittingly removed him from their lives. Her boyfriend deserved the same fate.

It had been a simple task to shrink him down to the right size, barely half the height of a grain of rice. She had dropped him without word or explanation into Nat’s gym shoe then left him to await his fate alone. She couldn’t imagine what had gone through his head as he waited, the air thick with the scent of his girlfriend’s foot, the impression of it worn into the insole. Looking up at those unclimbable walls, he must have screamed himself hoarse when she came into view. Endlessly massive, she wouldn’t have even noticed the tiny creature desperately crying for her attention.

No doubt he would have died the same way as her father, running for his life in the darkness as Nat’s huge foot swept after him, destroying him with a touch.

As before Nat clearly never felt a thing, the love of her life’s passing beneath her going completely unnoticed.

Rachel had sneakily checked the shoe afterwards, hoping to see something of his demise. There was not even a blood stain to mark where he had been crushed.

Again it was tough to see her sister so devastated though Rachel knew it was for the best. They went to vigils and joined in prayer groups as the hysteria swell. Over a hundred people had vanished, shocking the community to tears. Rachel wondered as her and Beth stood amongst the crowd, who was related to who? Was the man they sat next to in church the husband or brother of the woman Beth had ground into the dirt the night before? Were the crying couple the parents of the fast food guy Rachel had swallowed at the weekend?

Both girls admitted how aroused that feeling of power made them and both girls had used one or more of their victims to bring them to the orgasm such work deserved.

It had taken two weeks after her boyfriend’s disappearance before Nat was well enough to go into the city. They were meeting her two closest friends and all four were going to drink and dance the night away.

By the time Nat realised they hadn’t arrived she was already too drunk to care. Unknown to her, Rachel had arranged for Beth to wait outside their house and had taken them as they left for the city. Their cab driver had also been shrunk but, as he wasn’t needed, died immediately beneath her sneaker.

She had delivered them to the bar, Rachel sneaking out while Nat was in the bathroom to collect them. This time the two girls were shrunk even smaller, half the size of the long dead boyfriend.

They had fallen screaming into a shot glass. Rachel had watched, a predatory grin across her face as they struggled to the surface of the whiskey. They sobbed as she passed her hand over them, clutching each other in the darkness.

The table shook, an earthquake, as Nat staggered into it. ‘Shots!’ Rachel cried, sliding the glass containing her victims forwards.

Nat laughed, bringing her friends to her face. Rachel could barely contain herself as the glass was tipped backwards, the liquid pouring past her sister’s pink lips and pearl white teeth, drawing the doomed girls into the darkness beyond.

Again, Nat was in pieces. She was so lucky to have a sister so supportive, so caring. It would be tough to leave her but she needed to clear her head, she needed to travel.

She hadn’t wanted to go like this but needed a fresh start. When she hugged her sister goodbye at the airport, she worried for her and pleaded for the hundredth time for Rachel to come away with her.

Rachel was confident as always. without a shred of fear. She wouldn’t disappear, she promised. In a few weeks the house would be sold, she’d transfer Nat her half and then they could both move on. Whenever she needed her, she’d only be a phone call away.

By the end of the month Rachel had her own apartment closer to the city, a few days later Beth moved in.

Unsupervised and with class suspended, they were left to run riot.

The two girls went hunting every day, each time in a different direction. One evening a nail salon disappeared, nineteen staff and customers. The following night a biker bar near the state line was found empty, more than fifty bikes left abandoned. Fifteen or more houses had been cleared, their occupants leaving dinners half eaten and doors unlocked.

The victims had nothing in common and were spread right across a two state area. From rural communities to city venues, even members of the police and government were affected.

The most notorious of these was Agent Miller, father of one of the girls in the missing class and the first special agent assigned to the case. He disappeared just days into the investigation, sending the media crazy. They were dubbed the ‘Mary Celeste Disappearances’.

The girls loved the name, using it to describe their friendship when they were alone. They would never forget Agent Miller and the night he died.

They had been called in to see him at the school, every student and teacher had. A man in his early forties, he was attractive for his age. Steel grey eyes fuelling an intense stare beneath close cropped black hair. His daughter was missing and there was nothing that would stop him finding her.

Nothing aside from two girls getting ready for college and an incredible shrinking device.

The energy blast caught him in the chest as he was sat in his car. He vanished immediately, tumbling onto his seat. He stared up at them, those grey eyes blinking with confusion as a huge hand came down to swallow him up.

They took him straight to Rachel’s apartment, falling onto the sofa in a fit of giggles.

He was dropped roughly onto Beth’s palm, recoiling in horror as her huge grin moved towards him.

‘Looks like you solved the case huh?’

Where those before him lost their minds, naked and tiny in the clutches of two young women, Miller steeled himself. His training never prepared him for this but it did provide him with a level of resilience to stressful situations.

He swallowed hard, his hands fist at his side. He staggered to his feet, those grey eyes boring into the two huge blues that looked down at him. Miller’s years working with negotiators kicked in, ‘Ok,’ he began, his voice calm, ‘I-‘

‘Shut the fuck up,’ Beth laughed, tilting her hand and causing him to fall against her palm, ‘I didn’t say you could speak. There’s nothing you could say to me that I don’t already know. On the other hand,’ she tossed him from one hand to the other, raising a fit of giggles from Rachel, ‘there’s plenty that I could tell you.’

Rachel coiled beside her like a cat, looking down at their prey.

‘There’s a whole bunch of things we’ve done that I’d just love to tell you about. Would you like to know about the million dollar watch collection we stole? Would you like to know about the bus load of people we killed, or that store full of victims down by the mall?’

Her voice dropped into a whisper as she brought him closer to her face, ‘Or maybe you want to hear about that pretty little daughter of yours?’

Miller fought to control his emotions, leaning against the palm of her hand. ‘Beth, it was Beth wasn’t it? Look I don’t know what’s going on here but if you take me to Kimmy right now we can still resolve this.’

‘Kimmy?’ Beth grinned, pinching the bridge of her nose, ‘Oh fuck I kept calling her Kathy. How embarrassing. Rach did you know her name was Kimmy?’

Rachel shrugged, ‘You know I never bother to learn their names.’

‘Yeah, sorry,’ Beth apologised to the man in her grip, ‘we both thought her name was Kathy. Still, I guess I could take you to her.’

Her hand closed around him as she drew up her t shirt, revealing her flat stomach. Manipulating him with her fingers, she pushed him against her soft skin.

‘Kathy,’ she cooed, ’Kimmy, whatever. If you can hear us, daddy is here.’

Miller screamed, his voice muffled by her flesh.

‘Can you hear her Agent Miller, I’m sure she’s in there. I ate her only this morning.’

Rachel shifted in her seat, ‘You gonna tell him how it happened?’

‘You know it!’ she held Agent Miller between her thumb and forefinger, holding him aloft so they could both watch the spectacle.

His face was pink, his breathing hampered by the giant girl’s grip. He fought back tears, ‘You’re lying, I can tell a liar. Always have been able to. People like you play these games.’

‘People like us?’ Beth snorted with laughter, ‘aww man, you’ve never met anyone like us.’

‘Just kill him,’ Rachel groaned, ‘He’s boring.’

‘You’re right,’ Beth replied cheerily, ‘he is boring so that’s why he is going to be quiet. That ok with you Agent Miller?’

She squeezed him only slightly but enough to choke the air from his lungs.

‘Thought so. Now just hang there and listen and in the end you can decide if I’m lying or not. Your little Kimmy? She’s dead, I promise you that. Dead or dying and what a way to go. Stomach acid is really potent y’know, more than strong enough to dissolve that little girl of yours.

Not that she’d mind. After what I did to her, death would be amazing.’

Miller shook his head, gasping for breath.

Rachel bit her lip, drawing her legs up, ‘Tell him how she went.’

‘With pleasure,’ Beth purred, ‘you remember the last time you saw your daughter cry Agent Miller? Do you remember the look on her sweet little face? I remember the last time I saw her cry and it was ugly!’

‘Can confirm,’ Rachel nodded.

‘You should have heard her, every other word was either please or daddy, it was sad. I almost just crushed her to shut her up. I’m glad I didn’t though otherwise I wouldn’t get to give you the play by play now.’

Again she brought him to her face, holding him by her lips. She smiled, running a tongue across her teeth. ‘Do you know how sharp my teeth are Agent Miller? Do you know how easy they bite through flesh?’

She snapped at him, raising a cry of fear. Rachel shifted again, her eyes wide as she watched the show.

‘Through bone?’

Beth’s tongue snaked out and slammed into her captive, soaking him in saliva.

‘Your little Kimmy knows, she found out on this very couch. Do you wanna know how she found out?’

Snap, snap.

‘You wanna know what she lost first?’ her voice was like silk, ‘Her little arm or her little leg?’

Rachel coiled a chestnut coloured lock of hair between her fingers, her cheeks flushed pink. ‘You evil bitch,’ she whispered.

Beth’s gaze flickered to her for less than a second, she fought to suppress her a smile.

‘Tired of guessing? Well let me tell you. The first limb I took from your little Kimmy was her leg. I sucked her tiny foot between my lips then drew her in right up to her thigh. She squealed and screamed and begged and pleaded, the whole way through she kept saying ‘daddy, daddy, daddy’. It was pathetic. You know, I thought it was going to be hard to sever a human leg but it was the easiest thing in the world. The blood was surprising though, there was just so much.’

Rachel’s eyes were fixed on her as she moved the tiny man away and drew a finger down her neck and caressed the top of her breasts. ‘It got all over me, it was crazy.’

She pushed the small man against her cleavage, ‘The same thing happened with her other leg and then both her arms.’

Miller shook in her grip as she dangled him before her eyes, ‘In the end she was nothing more than a blood splattered torso. She still called for you, you know. Right up until her last breaths, right up until she went into my mouth.’

‘Fuck,’ Rachel whispered as Beth’s mouth opened wide. Saliva dripped from her teeth, her tongue glistening pink before the darkness of her waiting throat. ‘She’s in there Agent Miller,’ Beth teased, ’you might have failed as a father, failed to protect your little girl but you could still join her if you like? Maybe she’s still alive, wouldn’t you want to find out? You’d reach her whole, I promise that.’

She held him at arm’s length again, fluttering her eyelashes while trying to ignore the way Rachel was looking at her. ‘What do you say Agent Miller, you gonna let your daughter die alone in my belly?’

Whatever response Miller had planned was crushed from him. ‘Of course not, here let me help you.’

Rachel watched as Beth’s free hand fell to her waist and unbuttoned her jeans. She shook in place, sliding them down her legs to reveal a pair of black lace shorts.

‘What are you doing?’ Rachel asked, her pretty face twisted with confusion.

Beth’s was a picture of innocence, ‘What? I’m sending him to meet his daughter. She’s been down there a while and you know what they say, the fastest way to the stomach is up the ass.’

Miller’s breakdown went completely ignore by the two huge women.

‘No fucking way,’ Rachel giggled, ‘you’re so twisted!’

‘Says you!’ Beth laughed back as she pulled the waist of her underwear away from her body, ‘Are you already forgetting the little bitch you drowned in shit? Besides, this is what Agent Miller wants isn’t it?’

She compressed the shrunken agent between her thumb and forefinger, stifling his protests.

‘You want to be a good daddy don’t you Agent Miller? You want to be a good daddy to Kimmy, don’t you?’

He was so close to her lips, his lungs sucked down her breath. Her fingers drummed on her stomach.

‘You’re gonna have to get to her quickly though, here let me help you.’

Her tongue was on him immediately, burying him in flesh, drowning him in saliva. She licked him seductively, her eyes on her watching friend.

Rachel broke. ‘Is it wrong that this is really hot? She admitted.

Beth tried to stifle a blush and said nothing, her attention back on the saliva soaked morsel in her grip. ‘Hey Agent Miller,’ she smiled sweetly as he retched in her grip, ‘just so you know, we googled you on the way home. We know all about Alice and your son Travis. I think it would be nice if all the Millers could be together, don’t you? A whole family sacrificed to their new gods?’

She kissed him, hard enough to break his collarbone.

‘Goodbye Agent Miller, say hi to Kimmy for me. We’ll send Alice and Travis to join you soon, I promise.’

He howled like an animal as she lowered him to her back, arching to push him between her cheeks. A gasp of surprise escaped her lips as his soft form was pushed against her anus. With a deft movement she slipped him inside, the muscle breaking both arms and a leg.

‘Is he in there?’ Rachel breathed, visibly aroused.

‘Yup,’ Beth beamed, ‘I can just about feel him. What did you think to my little story by the way? You think he bought it?’

‘That was a lie? Fuck that was so good.’

‘Yeah, of course. Like I’m gonna remember the name of everyone we’ve killed. Give me a break.’

She had barely time to react before Rachel was on her. She shoved her hard, causing her to fall back against the cushions.

‘What the?’

Rachel pinned her wrists, moving atop her. Their lips slammed together, Rachel’s tongue entering her mouth. Beth’s surprise melted away into a cloud of pleasure as Rachel’s fingers closed about her nipple.

Rachel pulled away, a finger on the younger girl’s lips. ‘You got lucky, don’t spoil it, just go with it.’ A wicked smile paralysed her friend as she retreated down her slender body. ‘Just go with it,’ she repeated, ‘and you’re welcome.’

Any confusion Beth felt evaporated as she felt her friend’s breath on her already wet folds. A lightning strike of pleasure jolted through her as Rachel’s tongue expertly went to work. She tried to rationalise, how did Rachel know? Was this real? Such thoughts were quickly washed away by a tide of pleasure flowing through her.

Rachel manipulated her perfectly, drawing out screams, moans and whimpers like a conductor before an orchestra. The final frail fluttering of Agent Miller against the sensitive flesh of her ass helped push her to levels of orgasm she never knew possible. She came, once, twice, more. Each time Rachel laughed at her and cooed over her. She was helpless in her grip, as helpless as any of their shrunken victims.

She was shaking and sweating, her head spinning by the time Rachel relented. The lump of flesh that has once been Agent Miller was long since liquefied by her spasms, her legs and womanhood soaked with her juices and Rachel’s saliva.

Beth looked over as Rachel shifted position, unbuttoning her jeans. ‘It’s just you and me now,’ Rachel smirked, ‘you and me and a whole world full of people just ready to be taken and used by us.’ She reached out, holding Beth’s sweat dampened face tenderly. With her other hand she pulled down her jeans, ‘Before we get to that though, you owe me.’

Rachel closed her eyes as the girl obediently went to work. Her fingers knotted in her dark hair, her heels crossing above Beth’s back to hold her in place. The younger girl wanted her more than anything, she would use that to own her.

In that first year, though they tried to diversify as much as possible, it was difficult not to hunt down familiar faces. Both girls agreed, there was something transcendental about having the face of someone you saw every day look up at you in horror, in terror, in agony.

The students and teachers, their former peers, were hunted down relentlessly. As ever, the girls were creative in their ruthlessness.

When Beth captured her former team mates from the swim team, she delighted in watching them drown. She had been average in her skills, not the best but by far not the worst. She still remembered the criticism she had faced in the locker room and decided they deserved to be punished for it.

Now she had them shrunk to the size of pin heads, cheering them on as they struggled to keep afloat. One by one they tired and sank, disappearing beneath the surface of a droplet of her own saliva. She revelled in their demise, a moon sized face smiling down at them from above, waving each one goodbye as her spit filled their lungs.

She couldn’t imagine what they must be thinking, how they must feel. To have everything stripped away, to be reduced to nothing but a pawn in a silly game – a game that is costing you your life; it was unfathomable. Her power over these mortals was absolute and they would go to their watery graves knowing it.

Rachel had also selected a number of victims from her past.

One particular unfortunate had given her a Valentine’s Day card in first grade and had held a distant love for her ever since. He was two inches tall when she drew him from her bag and into the soft light of her room. Rachel lay on the bed, her pose dripping with seduction like honey. She had selected her best lingerie and allowed him a second to appreciate the view before addressing her latest toy.

‘Um,’ he began, his voice stammering briefly. Rachel shushed him immediately, ‘Don’t say anything,’ she whispered conspiratorially, ‘this is a dream, trust me.’

She held him gently in her hand and conveyed him to her left breast. He fell against her skin, his tiny body barely holding any weight. ‘You like that?’ she purred, ‘it’s yours, I’m all yours. Do you want to kiss me, you can kiss me right there if you like. You can do what you want with me, this is all about you.’

Rachel fought to hide a smirk as his lips found her flesh. Was this how Beth felt when she played with James? She wasn’t sure she even remembered this little nerd’s name but here he was, completely in love with her as he crawled across her flesh; kissing her skin, lost in euphoria. He hadn’t even questioned his new found position, did he really believe he was dreaming?

He clung to her skin, his tiny erection poking against her as she arched her back, releasing a theatrical moan of pleasure. ‘Yes, yes,’ she squealed, stifling a laugh at her own performance, ‘oh baby you make me feel so good. You want more?’

Without waiting for an answer, she plucked him from her chest and threw him onto the bed. The soft duvet cushioned his blow as he fell between her thighs. He stumbled to his feet, blinking like an idiot as her huge, lace covered pussy rose before him. Her scent was everywhere, it was maddening.

He took a step forward, then paused. This all seemed so real. The vast woman shifted above him and for the first time a sliver of fear cut through his arousal. Sweat prickled across his back, the heat from her body enveloped him like a shroud.

‘Go on,’ she urged, her voice as soft and warm as the crotch before him, ‘it’s all yours, take it.’

To spur him on she pushed her fingers against her, moaning as he watched. ‘Yes, oh yes. Just seeing you down there is making me so wet.’

His fear melted away as she lifted her fingers, allowing him access to the wall of fabric. She smirked as he fell against her, burying his face in her panties, inhaling deeply. She allowed him several moments of bliss, gently pushing her finger against his back while crying down encouragement. If not for her underwear he would have been swallowed by her womanhood by now. That was her original plan, to send him into those hot and humid depths like so many before him.

It was, of all things, the feel of his tiny stiff cock pressed against her that stayed his execution. She had killed countless numbers of people now and was accustomed to their fear. Love though, love was another feeling all together.

He was lost in the moment as she reached down to pluck him from the sheets. He was drunk with adoration of her as she brought him to her luscious pink lips. ‘Having fun baby?’ she purred, looking down at his body, ‘is that for me? You want me to do something with it?’

The animal moan that left his shuddering body answered her as the tip of her tongue ran across his balls and up his shaft. He dangled in her hand like a puppet as she worked him, teasing him, drawing him to orgasm.

The tiny man burbled her name, begging her to finish as she drew him away and placed him on the bedside table. Her eyes held his as she removed her top, allowing him full view of her naked breasts. She pushed them together as she leaned towards him, asking what he thought, asking what he wanted to do to her.

She was kneeling in front of him now, her panties at eye level. She looked down upon him, biting her lip and twirling a coil of hair between her fingers. ‘You want to play a game?’

He nodded dumbly, his mouth open like a dog.

‘Ok,’ she whispered, ‘here’s the rules, I’m going to give my big, strong man a show and you’re going to see how long you last. That’s all you have to do, don’t touch it, don’t jerk it and definitely don’t cum. You just need to watch and enjoy. The longer you last the more points you get and the more things I’ll let you do to me. Think about it, whatever your wildest fantasies are will become reality. I’m all yours. Remember though, no touching. If you touch, just once, there’ll be a punishment for you. You ready?’

Rachel was over him immediately, her fingers slipping between her lips. He watched with wide eyes as she masturbated above him. Fingers longer than he was tall slipped in and out, the fabric becoming moist with her juices. Her moans came down upon him like music from heaven. At his sides, his hands became fists as he fought against his desires. She looked down upon him, reaching down and snatching him up. Her juices were about him, in his mouth, the scent filling his nostrils as she slammed him into her bare breast. Her nipple was hard against his mouth as he kissed it. Larger than his head, the taste was incredible.

Rachel cooed and purred spurring him on as she rubbed him against her skin, harder and faster. He kept his hands away but was helpless as her warm skin excited his helpless cock. ‘Please,’ he cried up at her, ‘let me cum, please.’

Rachel wagged a warning finger at him, ‘Nuh-uh little one, remember the rules. Not until I say so, you don’t want to be punished do you?’

Ignoring his answer, her massive tongue found him again. The boiling hot muscle pushed between his legs, rising another groan of pleasure. This time it was too much.

He twitched, shuddering and falling limp in her grip as a spurt of tiny semen burst from him to splash onto her tongue.

Immediately her expression changed into one of chastisement. She pulled him away, her mouth closing. A frown formed on her perfect brows.

‘Naughty naughty,’ she purred, ‘what did I tell you? Now this bad little boy has to be punished.’

His grin vanished as she opened her grip, letting him fall the foot drop onto her wooden side table. He landed hard, a cry of pain reaching her ears. She didn’t smile, looking down at him with those cold brown eyes.

‘Stand up,’ she commanded, retaining the sing song style, ‘time for your punishment.’

The shrunken man obeyed immediately, staggering to his feet. He was still grinning, despite the ache in his shoulder, euphoria drenching his body.

She tapped her finger onto the table, the nail clicking against the wood. ‘Come here.’

He hesitated, for barely a second. It was long enough to anger the goddess above. Her finger lashed out, flicking into him. Her nail caught him in the crotch, lifting him from his feet. He howled in pain as he crashed back onto the table, his hands cupping his cock and balls.

Rachel followed him with her finger, the digit moving like a shark. She tapped down onto his shin, breaking it, then slammed into his other knee.

‘Move your hands,’ she snarled, ‘do it or I’ll pop that grape head of yours.’

He trembled with agony and fear but obeyed all the same. Immediately she was on him, her fingertip slamming back into his crotch, obliterating his genitals beneath it. She repeated the movement twice more, each time releasing a blood curdling scream of agony from her victim.

Her nail was flecked with blood as she moved it up his body, smashing his elbows with surgical blows. In less than 10 seconds she had completely immobilised him.

He whimpered, his voice a choked croak as she lifted his broken body and lowered it to the floor.

Twin thuds rumbled through him as he massive feet settled either side of him. She looked down at the mangled science geek without pity.

‘Look how pathetic you are,’ she sneered, ‘you fucking worm. You could have had all of this,’ her hand trailed down her body, ‘you could have had everything if you had just controlled yourself. It’s pathetic.’

Words tumbled across his sobbing lips as he tried to wake up, tried to beg for his life.

‘Well I’ve got some news for you little one, this isn’t your dream, it’s mine. What’s happening to you is real and if you don’t do as I say, you’ll die.’

She lifted her foot, angling her toes towards him. ‘You see this, you want to die like the fucking worm you are beneath it? That’s what’s going to happen to you, that’s what’s going to happen if you disobey me again. I’ll crush you like a bug, I’ll crush you slowly and painfully, bit by bit until you are begging for death. You’ll die painfully if you don’t do exactly as I say, do you understand?’

Her foot slammed down next to him, ‘Do you understand?’

The tiny person nodded weakly, trying to keep conscious above the pain.

‘Good,’ Rachel beamed down at him, ‘so jerk it.’

His mind span, his vision blurring.

Her foot hit the ground again, ‘Do it! Do it you fucking bug. Jerk off, jerk off to save your fucking life.’

His limbs fluttered at his side, needles of pain shooting through the broken bones. His groin was a pulp, his arms smashed. Tears streamed down his face.

‘Ok,’ Rachel resigned, ‘you leave me no choice. Either you jerk off for me, jerk off real good and cum in the next three seconds or you die.’

He never stood a chance.

Her foot lowered with each second, liquidising his feet on three. He sobbed in agony as inch by inch she pushed the life out of him, the sole of her foot filling his darkening vision.

She smiled as she heard that final crunch, the crackle of bones and squelch of blood as she ground the life out of him. Another insignificant life extinguished beneath her.

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When they hunted they would pick their targets carefully. The Sizer was quick, the effects instantaneous but there was still an element of skill involved. They would often compete or bicker over which life to take. Sat in the food court, they’d watch people as they walked by, talking in hushed tones about which ones would make the best victims.

They had been shopping at the mall when they made a unanimous decision. Beth saw them first.

Charlotte and Michelle, two girls they had known their entire lives. Cheerleaders both, they had been in Rachel’s class for years. Every school has a queen bee, one that’s above the rest. Charlotte was theirs and had made sure they knew it.

In Elementary school, they had teased Beth mercilessly. She had been overweight and they had reminded her of it every day. Rachel was another of their victims, her late start to puberty and lack of breasts until long after the other girls being a constant subject of ridicule.

The second the girls saw them, their fates were sealed.

It was Rachel who got their attention and Beth who shrank them. Both girls sobbed hysterically as their new owners stood above them, debating how their lives should end.

More than once they screamed into the sole of a sneaker as the merits of squashing them like bugs were passed back and forth. Eventually they were lifted into the air, Beth handling them roughly. The pocket on the ass of Rachel’s jeans awaited them, pinning them hard against her huge body.

The temptation to sit down, to let them be squashed in the hot darkness was huge. Rachel fought against it, electing to walk home and take a few more victims on the way. It was a forty five minute journey between the mall and her apartment, forty five minutes of pure hell for the two girls.

They were bruised, battered and no less hysterical when they were removed by Rachel’s iron hard fingers and tossed onto the counter top. Michelle could barely stand and dropped heavily onto the hard surface. Charlotte, always the more confident of the two, shouted and cursed; demanding to know what was going on, to be turned back.

Beth silenced her with a vicious strike to the face. They giggled as she was knocked from her feet, the merest touch of Beth’s finger enough to smash teeth and close an eye. She sobbed on her knees, blood trickling from her mouth. The threat of another blow eventually silenced her.

It didn’t last long.

Michelle was the first to break, letting loose a long low howl of despair. Beth and Rachel mocked the sound, calling her a cry baby before going back to discussing their plans for the girls. They did so in graphic detail, deliberately slowly. It took an hour before they finally decided on an appropriate punishment.

Charlotte ran for her life as Rachel reached down to snatch her from the counter. The gesture was futile, the huge fingers wrapping easily around them.

Beth smiled down at Michelle, ‘Hey there sweet pea, you’re gonna have to hold tight while we deal with Charlotte. We’ll give you a front row seat but you’re gonna need to be patient and wait your turn so stick around, the show’s about to begin.’

Rachel handled her charge roughly. Charlotte knew what was coming and begged, fought, threatened and pleaded as she was lifted into the sky. Beth dropped into a stool at the breakfast island as Rachel began.

‘Hey,’ she said causally to the terrified woman in her grip, ‘so like, you know you’re gonna die now, right? Do you think you deserve it? Do you think what I’m gonna do to you is fair?’

She squeezed her when there was no answer, her fingers coiling around her tiny frame until she choked out a strangled. ‘Yes!’

Rachel continued the torment as the knife was brought into view. Charlotte’s eyes were wild with fear, a thin wail escaping from her trembling lips.

‘Good, I’m glad we agree on that at least. Remember how you used to tease me? Remember how you’d parade around the locker room, showing off your tits like a whore?’

She adjusted her grip, holding Charlotte by the waist. The knife hovered before her, its razor sharp edge ready to go to work.

‘Well they are mine now.’

Beth laughed, clapping with glee as the tip of the knife bit into the woman’s flesh. Rachel worked meticulously, her eyes drinking in her victim’s suffering as she sliced through skin, muscle and fat.

Within seconds Charlotte was a bloody ruin, her chest bleeding where Rachel had sawn at her. She convulsed, an agonised rattled escaping her throat.

Rachel ignored her, looking down at the two mounds of bloodied flesh that lay on the tip of her fingernail. ‘I can’t believe these are what caused so much pain and humiliation back in junior high. They’re nothing really are they? I wish I had released that years ago.’

Casually she lifted her hand to her face, slipping her finger between her lips and removing the viscera with her tongue.

She chuckled as they passed down her throat without notice, ‘I guess we’re both wishing things were different when we were younger, huh? I bet you wish you’d have been oh so much nicer to ‘Boy Tits’ don’t you. Remember when you used to say I had a dick?’

Her thumb curled around the waist of her jeans.

‘I’m half tempted to prove just how wrong you were.’

Charlotte was blacking out from the pain. Rachel squeezed her, increasing it tenfold.

‘But no, it was always my tits you went for. Well now you don’t have any and I, well see for yourself.’

Rachel opened her hand, leaving the less than an inch high woman sobbing against her fingers. She hugged herself tightly, blood trickling through her arms. Her eyes were closed, her head of matted hair shaking from side to side as Rachel tilted her hand.

Both girls watched with glee as the former prom queen slid down Rachel’s fingers, leaving a trail of blood behind her. She landed against Rachel’s breast, barely even trying to obtain purchase before rolling down into her waiting cleavage.

Their eyes followed her, enjoying the smear of blood she left in her wake. On the counter top, Michelle still wept uncontrollably. Beth idly dropped a hand lightly upon her, muffling the sound.

‘What do you think Charlotte, are these big enough for you?’

If their victim was able to reply, they didn’t hear it. Without pause, Rachel pushed her breasts together, smothering the tiny woman between them. ‘Are they big enough?’ she repeated, venom dripping from her voice, ‘Are they firm enough? Are they good enough now Charlotte, are they boy tits now?’

She was pushing them together hard now, manipulating them to grind the life from the trapped woman. A long, low breath escaped her lips as she released the pressure. She pulled the neck of her top away, staring down at her chest and the smudge of blood that clung to her skin.

‘Hmm,’ she pouted, ‘I guess I forgot how fragile they are. That was kinda disappointing. She lived like what, three minutes?’

‘You need to learn to be gentle with them,’ Beth tittered, ‘they break super easy.’

‘I’m never gentle,’ Rachel smirked, ‘You know this. So, what are we going to do with that one? Can we do something slower to her? I want to see her suffer.’

Beth lifted away the tape and drew the tiny, screeching girl into the air. ‘We? We aren’t going to do anything with her,’ her smiled was wicked, ‘this one is all mine.’

‘Pfft, whatever, you know what I mean. I was thinking of tying one to the strap of my sandal, you know where your toes go? I figured that they’d just gradually get beaten to death in that position, every few footsteps would slam them against your skin. I think she could last a few days at least. What do you think?’

‘Nah,’ Beth shrugged, ‘use another one for that. I’ve got just the thing for this little bitch.’

The little woman was helpless in her fingers as she reached up onto the shelf and took down an empty mason jar. She unscrewed the top and dropped her carelessly into the glass container. She took up the knife, still stained with Charlotte’s blood, and stabbed in an air hole before screwing it back into place.

‘Ok,’ she began, bringing the jar to her face and tilting it back and forth in her grip. Michelle fell heavily against the sides, yelping with pain each time. ‘So I’m gonna make this really simple for you. I’m going to give you a command and you’ll obey it without question. If you don’t obey you’ll be punished.’

The girl looked up at her, eyes filled with horror as she lowered the jar onto the stove.

‘You’re thinking that as long as you do as you’re told you won’t be hurt. Well I have other ideas.’

With a twitch of her fingers, she ignited the gas ring enveloping the jar in blue flame.

‘This is what’s gonna happen to you if you disobey me. How does it feel?’

In the jar, Michelle was going crazy. The air inside was heating up rapidly, the glass beneath her bare feet searing her skin. She hopped in place, trying to avoid the burning material as it blistered the soles of her feet. She tripped, landing hard against the burning wall and screaming as pain shot through her.

The girls watched her, not a scrap of mercy between them. Beth counted five seconds in her head, long enough to get the message across but not long enough to burn her too badly. With a towel wrapped around her hand she lifted the jar from the flames, unscrewed the cap and dumped a squealing Michelle into the sink.

‘Hey, hey,’ she shouted down as the girl writhed in pain, ‘chill.’

Her captive didn’t have chance to react as Beth turned on the faucet and unleashed a torrent of icy water upon her. She was knocked about the steel sink as the icy cold water swept around her. Beth laughed down at her, snatching her from the deluge before she was swallowed by the sink.

In her hand, she was like a tiny animal. Beth levelled the sizer at her and grew her to around three inches, all the better to inspect her injuries. She was a mess, Beth told her as much. Still, as she sat blubbering in the hand of her mistress, it was clear the message had been received.

‘Did you like that?’ Beth asked innocently, ‘It sure looked rough. You saw how easily I did that to you so you know I’m not bluffing. Now here’s the task. You live in that jar now, that’s a fact. Every morning, for as long as I remember to, I’m going to drop food into you. It’s gonna be all the good stuff: chocolate, fries, cheese; all the shit I stopped eating because of you, all the shit you’d never put in that toned gym body of yours.

Your only job is to eat it, it’s that simple. Every day, all day, I want you eating and getting fat. You’re gonna wreck that body of yours, you’re gonna twist it and transform it into the body of a fat little piggy. You remember calling me that? Well you’re gonna get fatter than I ever was and if you don’t, you fry. You get that Piggy, you understand?’

‘That’s genius,’ Rachel grinned,’ You are so good at this!’

Michelle was reeling with pain and screamed above her sobs as Beth jabbed her hard with her finger, ‘I asked you a question.’

‘Yes,’ Michelle wept.

‘Yes what?

‘I, I understand.’

Beth jabbed her again, ‘You understand what?’

‘I’ll obey, please,’ tears ran down her scalded face,’ I’ll eat the food, I’ll be good. Just please, don’t put me in the fire again.’

‘What’s your name?’

‘Please, no, please.’

Another vicious blow caused her voice to break.

‘Piggy, please, I’m Piggy.’ Piggy wept, broken in her palm.

Beth took down a second, larger jar and dropped her inside before placing it in the window. From a large ceramic jar she drew out a cookie, broke it in half and pooped it into her mouth. She chewed it slowly before leaning over her captive and spitting down on her. Michelle was knocked onto her ass, masticated cookie coating her body. Saliva clung to her hair, crumbs matting the luscious locks into dreads.

‘First course Piggy, eat up.’

Piggy cried in silence, gagging as she pushed the first handfuls of pre-chewed food into her mouth. The girls left her to her toil, ready to move on to their next victims.

True to her word, Beth remembered to feed her most days. Each morning the jar would be swilled out with water to clear away any mess and another gobbet of food spat down upon her. In just over a month, with no exercise and huge portions of high calorie food, Michelle had almost doubled in size. Beth made sure to comment each time and installed a mirror beside her in the early days so she could watch the destruction of her body.

She was fatter than anyone she had ever seen before when Beth made her next humiliation. Piggy hadn’t even looked up from the meal of saliva and fries she was forced to consume when her torturer entered the kitchen. With an evil look on her face, Beth reached into the jar and plucked her chubby captive from her food strewn prison.

‘Hey Piggy, good Piggy,’ Beth said soothingly, ‘I had an idea on how we can make this much more permanent, hold still.’

It was then Piggy saw the needle. She barely had time to react, to move, to squeal as Beth flipped her flabby body over and stabbed into her back. With careful concentration she moved the needle down her skin, drawing a vicious red streak across her victim’s back.

‘P. I. G, perfect,’ Beth beamed as she looked at the red raw letters on Michelle’s skin, ‘I just wanted you to know this is permanent, that’s all. You can go now and don’t forget to finish your meal.’

She dropped her back into her jar and left her amongst the slop. The sounds of Piggy’s soft crying like music in her ears.

In the end, Piggy never found out why Beth changed her mind.

She had missed a day before, even two in one difficult week. On Day three she started to feel unwell, on day five she was desperate. Both of the massive creatures that kept her imprisoned seemed not to notice. She banged on the glass, begging for food as they went about their day.

From her position she watched them as they cooked their meals, ate them in front of her. She salivated at the smells, the sights, her stomach growling. After seven days she was hallucinating, at ten she had rolling blackouts. Her organs shut down on day thirteen.

It was two months before Beth emptied the jar, tipping the malformed pile of skin, bone sand flesh into the trash. In those two months she had done so much to so many, Piggy was just a number.

Those men and women that died beneath their feet, slammed into the dirt by a careless sneaker would never know how lucky they had it. For anyone kidnapped by the Mary Celeste murderers, a quick death was a blessing; a blessing countless victims would receive as the years went by.

Lisa had been shrunk at the mall.

She had just stopped by for a couple of things, using her break between clients. Her psychiatry office was on the other side of the parking lot, it was supposed to be a quick trip.

Everything happened in a terrible blur; her phone dropped from her hand, her bag spilling. She fell across the cold tiles, her body skipping as heavy footfalls shook the world. She had turned and screamed as a huge hand collected her, dropping her roughly into a container full of similarly captured people.

From then on she had been a prisoner.

That first day was hell. They had been tipped from their cell, limbs breaking as they tumbled into a messy pile. A wail of fear and pain rippled through the crowd as they beheld their captors. They dominated the world, their building sized feet resting either side of the confused group.

The two young women looked down at them, their faces lit by grins.

‘I can’t believe we got so many, we definitely need to hit malls more often.’

‘Yeah, it was way easier than I thought it would be. Though maybe we need to get something better to transport them in, look how many can’t even stand. I can see bone sticking out of that one’s legs.’

‘Good job we got more than we need then. There’s no point keeping the broken ones.’

Fifty voices rose in horror as a huge foot lifted into the air. The group scrambled like insects as the crossed rubber sole of a converse shoe, grey with dust and grime, threw a shadow across them. Lisa ran for her life, ignoring the pain blossoming from her bruises as she pounded across the linoleum.

Chaos surrounded her. People fought to escape the lowering foot, pushing and shoving as the shadow grew around them. Those that were too injured to stand wept and cried aloud, begging for help as the sole lowered towards the floor. Those with friends and family stayed with them for as long as they could, their hearts breaking as they had to leave them to their fate. One man carried his partner on his back, his legs pumping to escape the falling rubber sky. A misstep ended his flight, his ankle twisting as they both collapsed to the ground.

Dirt fell like rain, the smell of soil and rubber filing the air. Her lungs burned, her body pushed to its limits as she threw herself forwards; a wall of white rubber slamming into the ground behind her. The footfall silenced the screams, the boom of impact drowning out the cracking of bones and the squish of blood and flesh. The shockwave sent her flailing through the air, another hard landing raising fresh bruises.

The survivors could only watch, wide eyed in horror as the vast woman lifted her heel; viscera trailing from her sole, and began to twist the ball of her foot as though snuffing out a cigarette. Laughter fell like thunder, deafening the tiny humans beneath them.

‘How many did you get?’

The foot swept upwards, angling to allow the murderer to see her victims.

‘Err, seven small spots and then a big one here. Looks like two people got smushed together, I’m going to say ten? That leaves another forty maybe? Still plenty to play with.’

Lisa could only watch, tiny and helpless as the two titanic women chatted high above. Around her, shrunken humans ran for their lives, trying to put as much distance between them and their captors as possible.

A pair of brown eyes fell to the earth, perfect eyes narrowing as she regarded the fleeing humans at her feet. Her booted foot moved, flicking through the air before slamming down onto the floor. Those caught beneath her were snuffed out like insects.

‘Thirty six,’ she smirked before addressing her audience, her voice twisting into a snarl, ‘Get on your knees you fucking bugs, anyone still standing in two seconds will die a slow and horrible death.’

She didn’t need to count to two.

Lisa moved without thinking, pushing her head against the floor. To look upon them was to go mad with terror. She bit her tongue, trying to rise out of whatever dream this was.

There was no escape. The wind was knocked out of her as she was punched into the floor, a huge finger pressing down on her back before squeezing her against an equally massive thumb. She screamed as she was dragged into the sky, stopping before a pair of ice blue eyes.

‘Yeah, I’ll have this one,’ the goddess spoke in a bored tone before dropping her into a jar along with several others. She could only look on as the lid was secured in place, the first day of rest of her life.

 The following days, weeks and months were hell. The massive apartment hosted atrocities she couldn’t have imaged in a hundred lifetimes. Death and disfigurement was a daily occurrence, the victims picked at random to take part in their games or acts of worship. The high death toll was managed by a constant stream of new captives, shrunken and terrified, the women’s newest possessions.

In those early weeks, Lisa couldn’t say if it was luck or cruel fate that kept her alive.

Lisa’s second experience with the goddess was almost her last. The vast woman commanded them to split into two groups of equal number, a slow odd number being crushed by a thumb. Cries of fear sang up to her as she reached out and engulfed them in her flesh.

Her group were carried into the living room and lowered to the floor. She sat upon her couch, her bare feet like pale mountains before them. The group, mostly veterans, were moving before she issued her command.

Ahead of her a middle aged man, bruised and naked paused and turned to her. His eyes were grey, his expression muted. ‘Come on,’ he beckoned, ‘you got lucky earlier, best to get it over with. If she sees you stall, she’ll kill you.’

Lisa looked up into the heavens as the TV flared into life, illuminating the woman who had captured her. She was young and athletic, a few inches shorter than Lisa had been just days earlier.  Her face was a picture of innocence, it was hard to believe she was capable of the casual slaughter Lisa had witnessed the previous day.

‘Hey,’ the guy hissed, ‘louder than before. You got a death wish? Get moving.’

She hurried forwards, catching him up, ‘what’s happening?’

‘Just follow their lead,’ he replied, pointing to the group ahead of them. A knot formed in Lisa’s stomach, tears of despair pricking her eyes as she saw her future unfold before her.

Most of the shrunken humans had reached the giantess’ foot, their bodies laughably tiny in comparison to her bare toes. Lisa watched, her face a picture of horror as they began their task. Like tiny fish their mouths went to work, kissing the looming walls of flesh. Their hands rubbed and massaged, their voices raised in praise of the vast woman above them.

‘No,’ she murmured, tears flowing across her cheeks, ‘please no.’

‘What’s your name?’ he hissed over to her, ‘I’m Mark, what’s your name?’

‘L-Lisa,’ she stammered back at him.

‘Ok Lisa, I know you’re scared but you need to do this. If she sees you, she really will kill you. You need to listen to me, go over there and just follow everyone else. I’ll be just over here, I’ll come and find you afterwards. You’ll be ok, just trust me, you’ll be ok.’

He nodded to her before jogging over to the massive foot to her left. He started working immediately, kissing toes taller than he was.

Lisa swallowed hard and went to work. Her fellow slaves crowded the huge foot like piglets around a teat, jostling to prove their dedication to the giant woman above.

Their captor, for her part, paid no notice to them. It was as if this was all natural to her, to have grown men and women crawling across her toes in worship was just part of a normal day. Her attention was on the TV and the green plastic bowl that sat atop the glass table.

Through the thin plastic, Lisa could see movement. Shadows churned in the bowl, the motion increasing each time her hand hovered above it. The shrunken woman choked back a scream of horror as she saw the manicured fingers strike down and pluck an inch tall human from the container.

The girl didn’t even look at the squirming person in her grip as she conveyed them to her lips. Without ceremony her mouth opened, receiving the screaming victim as they were tossed onto her tongue. Her mouth closed, the muffled screams silenced as she began to chew.

Lisa shook her head, her hands to her lips as the tiny person was consumed and swallowed. An act of cannibalism undertaken as though no more unusual than eating popcorn. This was not possible.

It was then she tried to hide, to force the images from her mind. She didn’t run, it would be impossible. A break from the crowd would be seen immediately, her life snuffed out with a single footstep. Instead she pushed herself into the crowd, rubbing the wall of skin with her hands, pushing hard to work out the screams that bubbled within her.

As a group they worked together, shouting warnings and pulling each other out of the way each time she adjusted her foot. A twitch of a single toe knocked one man backwards, blood streaming from his mouth and nose. He recovered quickly, wiping the blood away before getting back to his station. Every person there knew the price of failure. They knew what their Goddess wanted, they knew what they had to do to survive another day.

When she finally looked down upon them, they bowed their heads. They would not look upon her radiance without permission nor stop their work on pain of death. They didn’t see the frown form on her face until it was too late.

Her left foot moved suddenly, shooting forwards. Those before her had no time to react as her flesh bulldozed into them, killing half the group in less than a second. Lisa cried aloud, her voice joining those around her as they saw their comrades obliterated by the goddess.

The left team panicked, those injured crawling away. In the chaos she spotted Mark, calling out a warning to him. It was too late.

A bare toe, larger than a truck and stained with fresh blood loomed over him. He barely had time to react as it slammed down, reducing him to a smear of blood and grease upon the linoleum. The goddess didn’t pause, shimmying her foot back and forth, ending lives with each movement.

In less than four seconds, the entire left team were dead, the floor wet with their blood.

Those on the right watched in stunned silence, the more devout still kissing and worshipping the feet of their owner.

High above the Goddess looked down, her expression neutral. ‘That’s so much better,’ she announced in a bored tone, ‘my foot was starting to cramp. The rest of you can clean that shit up later, get the blood off my foot first.’

She turned from them, never considering that her command would not be obeyed.

Lisa was pushed along with the crowd, walking by freshly crushed corpses as they took up their new responsibilities. Their hands and mouths were their tools, licking away the blood of their former colleagues from the inhuman monster that owned them.

Of Mark, there was no sign. His remains were just one of many, another victim passed without notice.

Lisa convulsed as she forced herself to work, she was helpless, and there was nothing she could do.

The shrunken woman survived that day, and the weeks that followed it. The work became routine, her life as a shrunken slave to a vast young goddess the new reality. They lived like caged animals in containers kept in cupboards. They ate when she fed them, worked when she commanded. Their size was her whim, the device changing their bodies to fit her needs.

Lisa had lost weight, they all had, though fared better than most. Her nakedness was no longer cause for embarrassment, clothes were a luxury afforded only to the gods. They were prisoners, possessions to be used and abused as their owner saw fit. Every member of her group sported bruises and cuts, broken noses and missing teeth were a common sight.

Mentally, they each handled it in their own way. Those who broke early were quickly selected for jobs with a low survival rate. Only the strong endured this far.

Eventually she fell in with a group of the specially selected elite. She couldn’t explain why she was part of this group, none of them could know their goddess’ mind for sure, though it was an enviable position to have. They were larger than their fellow captives, around two to three inches tall. They were joking called ‘The Giants’, looming over the smaller prisoners who were usually kept at an inch in height or less.

They held positions of responsibility, engaged in ‘games’ and activities their smaller colleagues were unable to perform. Lisa had once been grown temporarily to almost six inches, the extra size allowing her to give her goddess a a manicure, using a small brush to apply the polish. They had worked on projects, completing assignments in the early years and after hours freelance work as their owners took up small editing jobs online.

On many occasions their owners would have them kill smaller slaves, brutalising them for their enjoyment. Lisa quickly became cold to their pleas as they looked up at her, begging for their lives. It was hopeless, they should have known that. Either their lives or hers, it was no contest.

Still, it was not uncommon for one of her group to be selected for punishment. Rachel would often wait until the last of their smaller captives had been killed then obliterate one or more of the ‘winning team’ herself. It reminded them they were still no more than insects when compared to her.

Lisa always tried to add a level of performance to her servitude, working to entertain her gods. She noticed that Beth, in particular, enjoyed the extra attention.

There was no question, she had to stand out and prove her value if she was to survive.

===

She stood in her group as the door opened, revealing the smiling face of their owner. It was late, later than usual. She was not alone.

A shiver of fear went through the group as the goddess reached out to open their container. They had been left at around six inches tall and their enhanced size made them first choice for less dangerous work but also first for one of the deadliest tasks of all.

‘Which one do you like?’ Beth giggled, champagne bubbles fizzing in her mind.

‘I don’t care,’ Rachel pouted, ‘grab a few, I’m horny now!’

The death sentence. The group cried aloud as Beth reached in, snatching up a screaming woman and tossing her into Rachel’s waiting hand. The brunette grinned down at her, inspecting her new toy.

Beth’s greedy hand was above them again, her fingers spread out as they scurried to avoid being taken. The group split, each half racing into a corner. Lisa swore as the hand swept after her, the hungry grin on Beth’s face widening as she came in to seize her prize.

The shrunken woman screamed, pushing her back against the press of people that jammed like rats into the corner of the container. In a final second of desperation she acted. To her left, a stocky balding man tried to wriggle away into the group. He was shorter than she was, barely over five inches tall.

With a sudden burst of strength she gripped him by the shoulders and span him in place, pushing him hard towards the huge hand that came to claim her. The man stumbled, slamming into his goddess before he realised the danger. He cursed her, screaming as the massive fingers folded around him and lifted him away.

Beth didn’t care, they were all just objects to her.

Lisa dropped to her knees, panting. Her heart beat furiously, sweat dripping from her. She could feel the stares from her cell mates, they had all seen what she had done.

They were not the only ones.

‘Did you see that?’ Lisa’s head snapped upwards to look straight into the deep brown pools of Rachel’s eyes. ‘That little bitch totally fucked this guy over.’

Rachel was lightning fast, her hand snatching the tiny woman from the crowd. Lisa was entombed in a vice of flesh, ripped through the air to rest before the cruel face of her goddess.

‘Did you think we wouldn’t see?’ Rachel hissed, squeezing the frail creature and raising a cry of pain, ‘did you think you could get away with it? Who the fuck do you think you are?’

Lisa’s mind raced, pain searing through her body. She wouldn’t beg, begging never saved anyone. She cried out, her words desperate, ‘He didn’t deserve to live!’

Rachel’s brows furrowed, her look growing darker. ‘What the fuck did you say to me?’ she snapped, ‘say that again you little slut.’

‘He wasn’t good enough,’ Lisa choked, ‘he wasn’t good enough to worship you, he was disposable, he deserves to die.’

‘And who the fuck are you to decide that?’ Rachel snarled, ‘who the fuck are you to speak to me? I should tear your little head off!’

Her hand moved, her thumb and forefinger poised to crush Lisa’s head and chest. Lisa stifled a scream as their shadow swallowed her.

‘Wait,’ Beth leaned closer, the tiny man in her fist forgotten for the moment. ‘Give her to me.’

‘Why?’

‘Just trade with me, here you kill this one and you can have another from my stash.’

Reluctantly, Rachel released her captive, her hand smothering the struggling man, ‘So what are you gonna do with her?’

‘I dunno,’ Beth looked down from heaven, caressing Lisa’s face with a finger, ‘I wanna hear what she has to say.’

‘Whatever,’ Rachel sulked, scowling at the man in her fist, ‘she has totally killed my mood. I’m gonna go get another drink and fuck this guy up.’

Beth sat down upon the bed, depositing Lisa on the bedside table. She regarded her for a second, her eyes pouring over the woman’s tiny naked frame. ‘Speak,’ she commanded, ‘what did you mean when you said that he doesn’t deserve to live?’

For the first time in months, Lisa felt a spark of joy. She had been right.

She had watched these girls, both in their early twenties, and evaluated them every day of her captivity. They were cruel, spoilt, self-absorbed.

Rachel was the dominant of the two, the more dangerous.

That woman was a psychopath, a cruel sadist who delighted in death and torture. She was smarter than most and this tied in well with her natural belief in her own superiority. She could not be told what to do, she would not be reasoned with. Despite her intelligence, she would delight in the senseless. She had unlocked a terrible power which when combined with her natural curiosity had become something truly horrific. Rachel was the personification of evil.

Beth however, Beth was different.

The younger of the two, she displayed typical second child behaviours. The technology they held had allowed her to elevate herself above her peers, above the crowd. Beth wanted attention, to be loved, to be noticed.

She was cruel and a killer, there was no doubting that, though her means and motives differed from her friend. Beth killed with an audience, tortured her victims as a way of forcing their attention to her. She lived in Rachel’s shadow and was desperate to shine.

For Lisa it was textbook, Beth’s desire to be noticed, her adoration of her stronger willed friend mixed with her deadly technology to brew into a perfect storm. There was opportunity to use this.

Lisa swallowed, forcing down a knot of fear as she spoke. Her next words would be the most important of her life.

She knelt on the wooden surface, tiny before the gaze of her captor. ‘You are a god,’ she announced, her voice as clear and earnest as she could manage.

Beth chuckled, ‘What? Is that it? Yeah, duh, I know. I thought you were going to be interesting, shame looks like you are getting squished.’

‘You are so beautiful, so powerful, you are everything to us.’ Lisa blurted as Beth’s hand moved towards her. The huge woman paused. ‘You can do anything you want, nobody can do what you can do. The rest of us, the rest of the world, we are nothing compared to you. What’s happening is right, you deserve this, you deserve more.’

Beth leaned back against her headboard, a serene smile on her face. ‘Yeah? And why should I care about what you think? I know this already.’

‘Because I know people!’ Lisa was careful to let her fear drip over her words, Beth needed to feel in control, ‘I know people and you are different. Who else could have done what you have done? To take as many people as you have done without being caught and for so long. Five years is it? Five years since those first people went missing out west? That’s incredible.

To all these people, you’re god. Big or small, everyone you meet exists only because you allow them to. That’s a power nobody else could ever have. The whole world should be on its knees worshipping you, I’m sorry that not everyone agrees with me. That is why I pushed that guy, that’s why he deserved to die.’

Beth rolled onto her stomach, her eyes bright with amusement, ‘I like this, keep talking.’

‘Thank you goddess,’ Lisa bowed her head, noting the effect the title had on her captor, ‘that man couldn’t see what an honour it is to worship you, how lucky he is. None of them do. We are the ones chosen by you, we should be thanking you for giving us this opportunity. We are the first ones to be given purpose by you, we owe you everything. He couldn’t see that, he was selfish.’

‘Sooo,’ Beth pouted, the expression thoughtful as she drank in the shrunken woman’s words, ‘what do you want?’

Lisa’s mind flickered for a split second, she had not expected the young woman to be this astute. She adjusted tact, going in for the kill. This was her final gambit, to either obtain some form of life or be crushed immediately for her insolence.

‘I want to worship you Goddess.’ Her voice was as earnest as she could muster. ‘I want to devote my life to you, to serve you. We are insects compared to you Goddess, I want to help everyone understand that.’

Lisa controlled herself as the giant woman swept forwards, her lips so close she could reach out and touch them. ‘And why would I want that?’ Beth purred, letting her warm breath spill over the doomed woman. ‘I already have a little slave that worships me, do you want to see him? He’s around here somewhere, I’m sure. So what do I really need you for?’

Beth didn’t wait for an answer, ‘What if all I wanted from you was to crush you under my foot like a bug? Want if I wanted to rip you limb from limb? What if I wanted to swallow you alive and let you die slowly inside of me?’ She licked her lips slowly, her tongue dangerously close to snatching the woman from the table top, ‘What then?’

Lisa could barely stop herself from shaking, ‘Then that is your will Goddess.’

The roar of laughter that assaulted her was deafening. Beth rolled over, sitting against the wall.

‘You really mean that?’

‘Yes Goddess, I am yours.’

Beth’s eyes burned into her like fire. Despite the lives she had taken and people enslaved, Lisa could tell the young woman still held her insecurities. She would need to feign weakness and let Beth feel she could exploit it to get her on side. Lisa steadied her breathing, knowing that the slightest misstep would end in a slow and gruesome death.

Beth’s eyes narrowed a fraction as she considered the small woman before her.

‘It’s just,’ the flicker of a smile lit Beth’s face as Lisa continued, ‘my only sorrow is that if I die I will no longer be able to witness your majesty, how you exercise your power over us lesser beings. My life is dedicated to you, to your beauty and desires. I wish only to experience your presence for as long as  can.

‘Beauty huh? Is that it, you little pervert? You’ve got a crush on me?’

Lisa threw herself to the ground, burying her face and kneeling low, ‘I’m sorry Goddess, I am weak before you, you are breath taking. I cannot help but admire you and wish only to see the worship of you spread.’

She felt the presence of her owner loom over her. If she survived this, she had a chance.

A thud shook the ground next to her. She dared not look until commanded.

‘Stand up.’

She did so, seeing Beth’s outstretched hand resting next to her.

‘Climb onto my hand.’

‘Yes Goddess,’ she scrambled onto the expanse of flesh and was whisked up into the heavens.

Beth pivoted, reclining back, her attention now firmly on the woman kneeling on the palm of her hand.

‘You can’t know how much I want to kill you right now.’

She let her words linger.

‘Part of me wants to see you suffer. I’m hot as fuck and would like nothing more than to push you inside of my pussy and use you as a fuck toy. That’s all you are you know, a toy. You’re a possession to be used by me. Are you telling me you are fine with that?’

Lisa swallowed hard, fighting to stop herself collapsing with fear, ‘Y-yes my Goddess.’

‘Hmm, you really love me that much?’

‘Yes Goddess.’

‘Because I am powerful?’

‘Yes Goddess.’

‘And beautiful?’

‘Yes Goddess.’

‘More powerful and beautiful than Rachel?’

A knife pierced Lisa’s heart. Careful.

‘Y-yes Goddess.’

‘Why?’

‘They, your other possessions my Goddess, they told me that this is all because of your will. This new world is your design. If not for you, she would not have her power. She is powerful and beautiful but she, like us, only has this through your grace my Goddess. There is none that can match your perfection Goddess.’

A slight pout rippled across Beth’s lips.

‘And if I said I wanted you to tell her that?’

Lisa went cold, ‘I am yours to command my Goddess.’

Laughter rippled across the room.

‘You’re fucking crazy, you know that right? Rach does shit I can’t even imagine to you things, I’m half tempted to make you do it just to see what fucked up stuff she does to you. I know she has started using needles again so maybe you’d get to have fun with that?’

Another pause as the evil giantess let her words lay heavy upon her captive. Lisa said nothing, choking back the tears that wanted to burst from her.

‘But that would be a waste, I think I can have fun with this. You want to be my number one worshipper is that right?’

‘Yes Goddess, it is the sole reason I exist.’

Beth laugher again, ‘Alright, alright, wait here.’

She lowered her hand back to the table, letting the tiny woman tumble onto the wooden surface.

Lisa supressed a shriek, her chest rising and falling madly as she tried not to hyperventilate.

Beneath her, faint tremors trickled through the woodwork as her Goddess rose and crossed the room.

The goddess browsed through the wooden drawers in which a number of shrunken people were stored. Smiling as she picked her prey, she withdrew a small container and brought it to the bedside table.

The container was tiny, the two people inside even smaller. She dumped them both out onto the tabletop and gave them a second to recover.

The fall had been hard but neither seemed badly hurt. A man and a woman, young, college age, the clung to each other and softly wept. Each stood no taller than Lisa’s ankle, compared to Beth they were almost microscopic.

‘Do you know who these two are?’

‘No Goddess,’

‘Neither do I. Rach and I saw them when we were on a trip last month. They got engaged, it was really sweet, everyone was super happy for them. We decided to add them to our collection but when I got them back here I didn’t have anything fun to do with them so they kinda got forgotten amongst the others.’

Lisa said nothing, she already feared what her Goddess had in mind.

‘So you really want to worship me huh? You really think I’m so smart and perfect and everything?’

‘Yes Goddess.’ Lisa’s voice was small, Beth’s tone was lethal.

‘So if I said that I wanted you to kill these two, you would?’

‘Yes Goddess, shall I do it?’

‘Someone’s eager,’ Beth purred, ‘but what if I said that I was thinking of letting these two go? They are in love and its so sweet, maybe they deserve a second chance? Maybe I would prefer to put on my hiking boots and slowly grind you into the floor instead? Maybe I am sick of your bullshit and think you deserve to have your skin ripped off. What about that?’

‘Your will Goddess.’

‘For fuck’s sake,’ Beth laughed, ‘You’re the real deal aren’t you? Ok, well here’s your chance to prove it. If you ask me to, I will let them go and you will die or at least get hurt really badly. However, if you really want to serve me then you won’t let anyone get in your way right? You’d do anything to be owned by me right? You’d even kill these two, innocent young lovers to prove how loyal you are and earn your place as my slave. Right?’

‘Yes Goddess, though,’

‘Oh? Chickening out? Disappointing.’

‘No Goddess, please. My thoughts are only to please you. If you wish to see these two die, give the word and they will be killed in whatever way amuses you most. If you prefer that they live and I die then that is your choice. We are nothing compared to you, we exist for your entertainment. Unless you command it, it is not my place to imagine what you desire. I am not your equal, my wishes are irrelevant.

Command me Goddess and I will obey.’

‘Amazing, this is nuts you know that? Oh man, yeah, fuck it, I like you, kill them. Stomp on her first, make him watch, then stomp him out too.’

Lisa didn’t pause.

A kick separated them, she pivoted and smashed the young man’s legs. In her head she shut out the screams as she went to work. Her foot found the woman, her victims tiny hands clawing at her skin. She pinned her in place, her weight on her other foot as she snatched up the crippled man. Blood flowed across her fingers as she positioned him next to his doomed fiancé. They screamed for each other, both reeling in agony.

‘Your Goddess commanded that you watch her die,’ Lisa snarled theatrically, it had to be convincing, she was buying her life with theirs, ‘watch her die!’

A horrifying crunch silenced one scream and increased another, the man choking as his partners blood sprayed across his face. Lisa released him, lifting her foot high for maximum impact before slamming it down upon him. His cry of horror ended with his life.

The slaughter had taken less than five seconds.

Lisa stood on the tabletop, blood splattered, panting. She didn’t think what she had done, she was long past that point. All that mattered was she survived, she lived long enough to see this through to the end.

‘Fuuuck,’ Beth whooped, ‘yeah, ok, that was cool, I’m keeping you for sure.’

Lisa supressed a smile, the smell of blood ripe in her nose, ‘Thank you Goddess. It is my honour to serve you.’

‘Ha, yeah, I guess it is. Why do you talk like that?’

‘Respect my Goddess, I would not dare to speak to you as I would another insect like myself. Would you prefer that I stop?’

She bowed low.

‘Nah, I like it, keep doing it.’

‘Your will Goddess.’

‘Oh just one more thing, a little tradition I guess.’

Lisa wanted to scream. What could this crazy bitch possibly want now?

The ground rocked as Beth swung her foot up on to the tabletop. Her immaculate toes flared high above her, the arch stretching over the tiny woman.

‘If you want to be my pet, to be owned by me and used however I wish then all you have to do is get on your knees, kiss my foot and say it.’

Compared to the horror she had unleashed, this last request was nothing. Lisa did as she was told, on her knees she pushed her face against the warm, soft wall of flesh, and submitted.’

‘Yes Goddess.’

‘Yes to what...err…shit I don’t know what your name is? It doesn’t matter, we’ll think of a new one for you. Yes to what?’

‘Yes Goddess, I want to be your pet.’

Lisa spent that night in a cell by herself, a small box kept in a drawer beside a vibrator faintly stained with human blood and a box of hangover pills.

Beyond the walls she heard the sound of her Goddess using members of her group as fuck toys, their bodies breaking as they were plunged deep within her.

Lisa relished the sound of her Goddess’ cries, each moan of delight reminding her that it should have been she that died tonight.

She didn’t consider how many of her group, people she had become friends with, would die in her place.

They were not important. Only her continued survival mattered.

Lisa was the tallest person she knew.

Most people were shorter than her ankle, the second tallest person after her barely reached her knee.

Warm sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, blessing her face as she finished her morning sweeping. She took a sip from a cool glass of water and thought about the day ahead.

She would clean the whole apartment, something she enjoyed and did daily. She had become so good at it that it took very little effort these days, the day to day maintenance could be done in a morning, over half was often done before her Goddess awoke.

It was only the bloodstains that took any real effort.

Lisa adjusted the string belt that cinched her shapeless dress. She was only one of two people that were allowed to regularly wear clothes and she hadn’t seen James in almost six months.

She hated the snivelling little worm, after all he was the reason all of this had happened. A stupid teenager thinking with his cock had doomed thousands. How embarrassing.

The man was pensive and quiet, maintenance of the Sizer taking up much of his time.

He had explained to her how it worked, what he did to take a now defunct piece of kit and turn it into a weapon. He was also quick to show her the thumb print scanner he had built into the handle, a precaution to ensure only the Goddesses could wield its power.

Lisa had cursed herself for not acting sooner. She masked the disappointment on her face but she knew James had registered her intention.

From what she had overheard, sizers had long disappeared from the market; the technology displaying increasingly erratic malfunctions until it became too costly to continue. Their Goddesses likely had one of the last few in existence.

In a rare conversation, James had demonstrated what it had done to him. His living, rubber like body was still completely impervious to all damage. He let her hit him, something she was more than happy to do.

The creature barely made a sound as her fists, larger than his head, pummelled his face and upper body into a mess of flesh and bone. He had survived far worse.

Lisa looked on with awe as his body reformed in seconds, the wounds healing and fading until nothing showed of her assault.

She noted, with curiosity, that despite his years with the Goddesses he had barely aged. He still looked juvenile, an awkward teen. Only his eyes looked old, the blues of his irises dulled by what he had seen and experienced.

Lisa had wanted such protection for herself.

James was wrong. Though it was clear he sought death, an end to all of this, that didn’t change the reality for the rest of them. They were captured, they were shrunk. They were weak and fragile, trapped in the lair of two sadistic monsters.

She didn’t see it as a curse, it was an opportunity. Despite her years of service, her devotion to her Goddess, her life still hung in the balance.

At any moment and for any reason she could find herself back on the floor, just another ant screaming her last as a foot came down upon her. Her life still hung on the whims of the Goddesses.

The Green Setting could change that.

Even now she hid out of sight when she heard Rachel approaching. With nothing other than her work to occupy her over her years of captivity, she could recognise either of the Goddesses without seeing them. Just the sound of Rachel’s keys in the door, her footfall in the hallway, was enough to send Lisa scurrying for safety.

Lisa dared not be present when Rachel surveyed her toys, sneering down at the terrified masses. If the Goddess was bored, horny, drunk or just in a foul mood her attention could easily turn from them and to the little servant that cleaned up after her.

Rachel was against her new size, her wearing of clothes. She had complained loudly about her a hundred times. In the early days she would demand Lisa strip and then would viciously beat her. More than once a sneaker, a boot, a barefoot has risen over the shrunken woman’s head ready to end her life.

It was all to remind her of her place.

Rachel felt that clothes gave Lisa a scrap of humanity that was undeserving. Beth had insisted, demonstrating how at two feet high Lisa could do most of the chores around the house leaving them to just enjoy life.

Rachel had argued that a hundred two inch insects could do the same amount of work given the proper incentive. The toil would see them regularly worked to death and punishments for poor performance would further thin the numbers but they could always find more to replace them.

Beth won out in the end, a rare victory.

Still, Rachel treated Lisa with contempt. Her body was criss-crossed with scars from her earlier, smaller life, those days during which she still have to prove herself. One particularly cruel kick from Rachel, when she stood half the height she was now, had broken her jaw and left her blind in one eye.

Lisa knew that when she heard those footsteps it was better to hide, to leave the room as quickly as she could. Even so, it would only be a matter of time until Rachel got her way. Eventually she would wheedle and persuade Beth to kill her, shrinking her back down and crushing her underfoot.

In the short term she needed the Green Setting, in the long term she needed to escape.

She had tried to ingratiate herself with James, even going so far as to flirt with the strange man when the house was empty. Her damaged eye was the only long term injury she had suffered, her jaw set ok and only a few missing teeth. She was skinnier than she had ever been, that thanks to a life of eating table scraps and missing meals, still she fared a lot better than most.

Disfigurement and starvation was rife throughout the smaller slaves, despite her best effort to feed them and provide fresh water and bedding daily. Overall, Lisa had done fairly well and still retained most of her good looks.

They had no effect on James.

She could tell that in an earlier life the little creep would have been drooling after her however now his mind was utterly devoted to Beth. She couldn’t know what had happened to him in those early years but the result was a man who was so in love he would rather kill himself than displease her.

Secretly, Lisa believed, that even if he could have ended his life he would not. The devotion he had for his Goddess would prevent him from damaging her property.

Despite the hatred she held for him she forced herself to endure his sad, quiet company. He was the only person who could reverse all of this. In time, she could work him just as she had worked Beth.

It was during a time of quiet companionship, Lisa tidying while he tinkered, that he cut through her.

He would not help her, he stated so openly and plainly. He knew she was trying to manipulate him, trying to plan her restoration and escape and would not support her. He knew she desired the use of the Sizer, to return herself to full height or use the Green Setting on herself.

Neither would work.

To grow someone much taller than she currently was, after the Sizer had gone through so much modification, would burn out half of its circuits. She would still be trapped in the apartment and the Goddesses would know she had tried to escape. Her death would be slow and painful, his own torment for colluding with her, equally so.

The Green Setting had been broken ever since it overloaded years earlier. To repair it would require the Goddesses to allow him access over months and cut down their use of the Red Setting drastically, both conditions neither Goddess would agree to.

He didn’t blame her for her probing and feigned friendship. He could understand how desperate she was to escape. He could not help her but he would, for her own good, show her something that would dampen her enthusiasm for having the Green Setting used on her.

It was a frustrating truth that James rarely spoke out against the Goddesses. It was clear his mind had been broken and he felt nothing but love for Beth. Rachel still terrified him to his core, though this was something they all shared.

What he would show her was the closest thing he could manage to a betrayal.

It was early morning, both Goddesses having left for their morning jog.

A slave had been dropped into each shoe, their screams drowned out by taunts and laughter then smothered as merciless feet entered and compressed them. Most would be dead or dying by the time they reached the door, this had long been a daily ritual.

They would be gone and hour, maybe two.

Their new apartment was in the mountains. An incredibly luxurious and spacious affair that had been paid for partially by the commissioned editing work their most loyal slaves completed and mostly by the fortunes they had stolen during home invasions of wealthy neighbourhoods. This gave the Goddesses plenty of opportunity to jog and hike along beautiful trails while keeping them away from prying eyes.

The mornings were the only time their hundreds of captives could breathe, a sliver of respite from their hellish existence.

It was such a morning when James had led Lisa into Rachel’s bedroom, moving carefully so as not to disturb anything.

The inner sanctum was hell come to earth. The expensive curtains were still mostly drawn, the morning light stealing between them only serving to add form to the pools of darkness.

It fell upon a large black picture frame hung upon the wall. Within it, humans had been pinned to a red velvet backing like butterflies on a board. Lisa’s eyes widened at the sight, humans twisted and tortured, their bodies living clay to be manipulated by the iron hard fingers of their sadistic Goddess. Many were pinned to photographs, pictures of themselves in their former lives stolen from social media. Rachel wanted to show how far they had fallen, how she had changed their lives. Almost all were dead though some took final, rasping breaths only audible in the silence of the room.

It was horrifying, a testament to Rachel’s madness.

The scene was juxtaposed by the vast expanse of Rachel’s bed, a luxurious temple laid with silks. Several ornate cages sat around it holding her favourite captives and regular living sex toys. Most were kept drugged or drunk, Rachel often grew bored of screams and weeping.

At this time of the morning those in the cage would still be asleep or not lucid enough to understand the world around them.

The two trespassers crept by them nonetheless. Any of Rachel’s pets would betray them in a heartbeat. They would do anything to gain the favour of their Goddess and earn themselves a brief respite from her cruelty.

Keeping to the far side of the room, passing by a low display table that held rows of immaculate and expensive heels. These were often black leather, spiked with high platforms. They were weapons of destruction, worn by the Goddess as she drank champagne and slaughtered countless innocents in drunken frenzies.

Every inch of the shoes were completely clean, as if new. Lisa knew the methods these had been cleaned by, teams working with wet cloths or hungry mouths to ensure the shoes were returned to a pristine state. Anything less would see the whole team obliterated and replaced.

She shuddered, remembering the days she had spent at such work.

Lisa turned her back to them, following James as he sneaked across the soft, black carpet.

Ahead of her an ornate cabinet, a Korean antique, loomed like a mountain against the far wall. The doors were open and the spaces both inside and on top of it were busy with candles, incense and a collection of curious models.

These models were often metal, crafted by specialists online.

Each was a working replica of a medieval torture device. Made, as far as the manufacturer was concerned, as curiosities for those interested in the history of such devices.

Rachel’s interests, it was all too apparent, were much more practical.

For the most part they were open, their parts on display and scrubbed clean by tiny hands.

A small number were closed or in working position, twisting and tormenting the shrunken humans inside. Blood dripped into a shallow silver bowl, collected for a purpose neither of them could comprehend.

The scene was just another horror they had witnessed in the last few minutes though shocking enough to leave them both standing in silence, refusing to believe what they saw was real.

A thin wail, a groan of pain bled, from the cabinet and sent James and Lisa scuttling away. There was nothing they could have done for them, they shouldn’t have even been in here.

Shutting the sound out, the ran towards a pair of looming wooden doors, Rachel’s closet. It was a walk in and the door was fortunately ajar. They slipped inside, peering through the gloom at her seemingly endless wardrobe of expensive clothing.

Her slaves had tidied the space, working together to push her shoes into their rightful positions. James walked ahead, down the rows of footwear, each of which had been used multiple times to reap human life.

At the far end, in a corner overshadowed by more recent purchases lay an old and long forgotten pair of Ugg boots.

James crouched down before them, looking like a priest before an altar.

He paused, breathing deeply, before lifting the boot closest to him. Lisa helped him and together they wrestled it onto its side.

The sole of the boot was as clean as any other barring a black stain of melted rubber at the heel.

‘What am I looking at here?’

‘Just look.’

A soft, hoarse sucking sound seeped into her ears as she peered through the gloom.

At the centre of the melted mass was a shape, vaguely humanoid. Here a leg, there maybe an arm, all consumed by the molten material.

A shriek escaped her lips as she saw the mangled face peering out of the rubber. It’s one exposed eye darted around the room, looking at everything and nothing at once. Its lips, pulled apart by the solid mass that enveloped it, puckered and flapped sucking in desperate gasps of air.

‘Who, what happened here?’

‘The last person Rachel used the Green Setting on. I’m sorry, I had to show you, please, please don’t pursue this. Please don’t join us in this. If you can die, just die, let them kill you, be free.’

‘We have to help him,’ she knew the statement was pointless even as it left her lips.

James ignored her, already working to put the boot back in position.

‘His name was Danny,’ he said softly, to the room as much to her. His face was grey.

‘You, you are responsible for all of this.’ Lisa trembled as she spoke, tears prickling her eyes for the first time in as long as she could remember, ‘One day, you’ll pay for what you’ve done, you’ll go to hell for this.’

James sighed.

‘I’m already there. Come on, we need to get back to work. If Rachel finds us in here we’ll end up like him or worse. She has gotten more creative over time.’

Lisa wanted to kill him. She was easily twice his size, she wanted to pull his arms and legs off, smash his head, burn him alive, drown him, bury him, freeze him. It wouldn’t have made any difference, it wouldn’t have changed things. She knew there was nothing she could have done.

They didn’t leave together. She darted ahead, her longer gait allowing her to cross the room at a much greater speed.

For a moment she considered shutting the door behind her. Once at the door of the closet, again at the door to Rachel’s room.

She wanted to unleash the fury of the Goddess of Death upon him, watch all that sadistic power pour down upon him.

She knew better.

It would only take a word to expose her own trespass and that would be the end for her.

James would survive no matter what was done to him, she was not so fortunate.

In one aspect she agreed with him, a life of immortal servitude was not something she now considered.

She was vulnerable, she was on borrowed time. She would need to put her plan together, she needed to escape.

It was now or never.

They say that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.

The two women wielded a power over others that had never been seen before in the history of mankind and would never be seen again.

What had started with a single foolish young man and his quickly murdered friend had since billowed into a harvest of tens, then hundreds, then over a thousand innocent souls.

As with any resource surplus, as Beth and Rachel captured more shrunken humans the value of those human lives in their possession lessened.

Not that either woman had placed much value on the lives of others in the first place.

Beth sat on the floor of her room, naked and resplendent.

Her legs were spread wide, a length of red silk ribbon coiling around her wrist, drawn in by the fingers of her left hand.

Her right was between her legs. A single finger pushed into her womanhood, providing a fulcrum behind which the silk ribbon hissed. She gasped as it kissed her clitoris, the gentle sensation adding to the joy of her game.

The opposite end of the ribbon trailed across the floor until it met a group of shrunken people.

They were all naked, with tiny steel rings around their throats. The ribbon threaded through these rings like a leash around a dog’s neck.

Red faced and screaming, Beth watched serenely as they fought for their lives.

Her movements were gentle and gradual. With each twist of her wrist, the group were dragged forwards.

Most pulled and resisted, tricking themselves into believing this was a tug of war they could win. Others shuffled forwards, hands clasped before them in prayer to the Goddess who drew them to their doom. One was lying on the floor, possibly already dead, being dragged at the back like a sausage on a link.

Their cries were intoxicating, Beth bit her lip as they moved above her knees.

She gasped, a squeal of delight following as one grabbed on to the inside of her thigh. Its tiny hands scrabbled at her skin, trying to gain purchase as if it could stop the inevitable.

Nothing they could do could stop her.

She was a hundred times their size with more strength in one finger than they held in all their bodies combined.

They were insects, she was a God.

This became no more apparent as the first tiny body pushed against her hot, wet pussy.

She purred as another joined it, dragged to the right of her finger, the digit manipulating them inside of her.

The sensation was amazing, better than she could imagine as human after human was swallowed by her womanhood. Inside of her they writhed like a single mass, arms and legs and mouths and heads fighting to escape, for air.

She flattened her palm, scooping the stragglers and leaning back as she used her fingers to force them as deep as possible inside of her.

Many were dead already, crushed under the force of her pulsing walls. Others were dying, their lungs filled with her juices. There were screams but the sounds were muffled by her flesh and lost beneath her own cries of pleasure.

There was blood on her fingers now, the iron hard appendages pushing effortlessly through the mass of humanity, reducing them to a bloody paste already diluted by the wetness of her womanhood.

Her back arched, her nipples like rosebuds as she thrust herself towards orgasm. Her free hand gripped her sheets, her voice crying out like a choir of angels.

In under a minute, every one of her victims had died inside of her, their remains desecrated until nothing of their humanity remained. The red ribbon hung loose from her wrist as she came, waves of pleasure pushing her onto her back.

On the cool floor of her room her chest heaved, sweat prickling her skin.

She purred with pleasure, lifting the ribbon into the light. The morning sun danced on the once silver loops, now each one a violent crimson.

Of the captives they held, nothing remained.

Still held in post orgasmic glow, she cast a bleary eye around the room.

Many of the cages were empty, it had been a while since they had been out on a collection. What few victims remained looked at her with the wide-eyed horror she had become accustomed to.

Each prisoner knew just how easily their lives could have ended this morning. They lived only because they had missed her questing fingers, she found them amusing or had other plans for them.

It helped to have a crowd of people for their games, faceless nobodies that would serve and die at their pleasure.

The days of hunting down those they knew were long gone. Anyone from their past who they wanted to torment had disappeared down their throats or beneath their shoes years ago.

Rachel still had a couple left, suspended in some endless torment or drugged into mindless servitude however none had survived Beth.

None other than James of course and James served his own purposes.

The people they owned now were nothing to them, strangers they had picked up on their road trips around the tri-state area. They would jump in Rachel’s car, spend a few nights going hotel to hotel, pawnshop to pawnshop, bar to bar.

Anyone they could get away with taking, they took. Anything of value their victims owned or had access to they pawned. They were always careful not to go to the same area twice, always careful not to sell anything unique that might be traceable.

Their last trip had been over a month ago and they had only collected half of what they had hoped for. The media was still in a frenzy, as it had been for years now. People walked home alone less often these days lest they be taken by ‘The Mary Celeste’.

Beth still loved that name; it was both so classy and spooky.

It gave the idea that there was something otherworldly, supernatural, about them. Perhaps there was.

Nobody in their right mind would consider that a young, slim brunette like Rachel had once walked into a carpet factory on the edge of a nowhere town, crushed the security guard beneath the toe of her converse and then shrunk the entire workforce in less than five minutes.

As always, the CCTV had been wiped, the tiny bloodstain that had been the guard cleaned up and forty people captured.

If Beth could remember correctly; the people Rachel had taken from the carpet place had been turned, alongside others, into a carpet themselves.

She had been talking about it for a while, at first toying with the idea of stitching through their bodies and sewing them together into a flat sheet before deciding on just connecting them with thread at the wrists and ankles.

The result was surreal; a screaming, flesh coloured sheet she had strewn across the floor of her room.

The plan, now all pretence of their passion for each other had been dropped, was that the two women would fuck atop it, their lovemaking cushioned by a hundred or so shrunken bodies.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t meant to be. The carpet of souls had taken Rachel two hours to weave and only two minutes to destroy.

She had fallen in drunk and giggling, staggering into her room.

Forgetting the mass of suffering that screamed up at her, her platform heel had landed almost square in the centre of the carpet.

The shifting surface caused the giant woman to stagger, her other shoe slamming down into them, smearing their bodies as she became entangled.

They flipped into the air, a bloody rag kicked across the room as she landed on the bed and passed out.

Those that remained the following morning could only scream as their hungover Goddess, now dressed in fluffy PJs scowled down at them.

Her barefoot lifted as she rubbed sleep out of her eye and began her grisly work.

In seconds the carpet was nothing but thread and paste, a mash of flesh abandoned and forgotten as Rachel went in search of coffee.

Lisa would ensure the mess was cleaned from the floors, following Rachel’s bloody footprints into the living room.

A handful of slaves would already be cleaning the blood from their Goddess’ foot. Tears streaming down their faces, they would lick away the human remains while she scrolled through social media.

Beth knew the carpet had used up most of Rachel’s shrunken slaves and her lover would be keen to replace them. Rachel had a hunger for torment, never going a day without bloodshed and would not want to wait long before acquiring more sacrifices.

Luckily the two women had already made plans, big plans.