“Whew.” Tina exhaled as she returned home, dropping her book bag beside the door. Shocker, school sucked like always, not that she expected any different. All the warnings she had gotten really didn’t do it justice; high school was hell. The blonde sighed as she stepped further in. Only a few more years to go at least. Maybe college would be better. Nah, who was she kidding? Nobody gave a damn about her now. Why would they in the future?

Puberty had done the poor girl no favors. Tina was a rather tall and lanky girl complete with awkwardly proportioned limbs and the requisite teen acne. The height and reach of a young adult with none of the feminine flourish. Sure, she had some respectable curves for a fifteen-year old; but by adult standards they were still pitiful and did nothing to help her rather awkward appearance. Even her hair, as bright and blonde as can be, was restricted to a tight, boring ponytail. Granted, Tina was never exactly a looker to begin with. Blonde nerd basically summed up her whole life: quiet, socially awkward, and not much to look at.

Her parents always assured her that she’d blossom into something beautiful, but Tina sure didn’t see it. Now her sister, that was a girl who was going to grow up to be something else. The awkward girl bit her lip just thinking about it. Speaking of the girl, Tina’s eyes wandered around the house. Judging by the silence she was the only one here. Meaning her parents were still at work, and her sister was more than likely with her friends.

Oh well, that just gave her a moment to herself. Tina shrugged and ventured deeper into the house, into the living room where a cozy couch awaited her. She promptly plopped herself down and let out another deep sigh. Nothing to do now apart from wait for someone to come home. Well, that or homework. But she wasn’t really in much of a mood for that either. Man, she needed a hobby. For now though, all she had was a TV.

A good hour or so passed before the front door opened again, and with it Tina shot up to her feet. She glanced at the door, drawing in a sharp breath. Ashley, her sister.

To put it simply, Ashley was everything she wasn’t. Outgoing, cute, charming, smart. She was a sight to behold, stepping into the house in a pair of stylish ripped jeans and a black tank top. While a good couple years younger than Tina and definitely a good foot shorter, Ashley was still a pretty cute young lady. Her blonde hair was cut short with bangs dangling by her eyebrows. Given a few years she would easily grow into a beautiful woman. Right now however, she was just an unfairly cute younger sister.

“I’m home.” Ashley lazily called out as she pulled a skateboard from behind her and set it along the wall by the door. Her gaze briefly went to her older sister standing awkwardly near the couch. “Oh, hey Sis.”

Tina’s heart skipped a beat. “Hey Ashley, how was school?”

“S’alright.” She shrugged shrugged and tossed her backpack by the skateboard before walking towards Tina. “Just hung out with everyone at the skate park for a bit. What’d you do?” She was polite enough to ask, but not enough to sound like she cared.

“Oh, nothing much. Just TV.” Tina said, gesturing to the documentary playing on the flat screen.

“Again? You really gotta get some nerdy friends or something Sis. This ain’t cool.” The younger sister frowned, walking right by Tina and plopping herself where her sister was sitting previously. “At least make yourself useful if you’re gonna just sit here. My feet hurt after skating.”

“O-Of course Sis. What else is family for?”

“I dunno, food?” Ashley shrugged and kicked her shoes off, not caring where they went flying. Her bare toes wiggled in the exposed air. The young skater leaned back in the couch with her feet held out expectantly.

Without any hesitation on her part, Tina knelt down in front of her younger sister. When seated like this her face was directly in front of the awaiting soles. She drew in a sharp breath and bit her lip as her hand grabbed a foot by the heel. Tina’s eyes scanned over the familiar surface of her sister’s sole. She could feel her cheeks flush as the faintest vestiges of her foot scent wafted into her nostrils. Thank goodness Ashley wasn’t paying any attention.

With a skillful waggle of her fingers Tina pressed her thumbs against the ball of Ashley’s foot, already familiar with her sister’s favorite spots. The digits squished into the soft flesh, feeling the damp sweat that still clung to her sibling’s sole.

Like the rest of Ashley, her feet were petite yet surprisingly well kept. Each foot was no bigger than one of Tina’s hands with a set of small toes to match. They were perfectly shaped, rounded with just the right balance of soft but firm skin. They were just so…so damned enticing. Tina couldn’t help but be mesmerized by them as she worked.

How many times had she rubbed her sister’s feet like this? Honestly, she had long since lost count. At this point it was practically a daily thing; just something to be expected of her. Not like Tina was doing anything anyway. If she could be of use to her vastly superior sister, why wouldn’t she? Of course, that…wasn’t the only reason.

At some point Tina began to look at her sister in a different light. Or rather, at her feet. Maybe it was just one massage too many, or just the way they looked in her hands; but one day Tina looked at Ashley’s feet and realized they were actually rather attractive. Sadly, It only spiraled downhill from there. What at first began as her sister soon spread to others. Tina just couldn’t help herself. Her eyes would always travel down people’s legs to the pair of feet below, usually not coming back up either. At some point she had simply developed an adoration for people’s feet, and none were better than her sister’s as far as she was concerned. When she first realized it she was disgusted at herself, but now? Tina could sit there and massage these soles for hours on end.

“Ahhh~ That’s the stuff.” Ashley whispered in an elated tone. “You’re a loser sis, but you give good foot rubs.”

“I try.” Tina blushed, switching over to the other foot. Ashley was right of course. She was a loser. A shy, geeky loser whose only talent was massaging her sister’s feet. Still, if she could make her sister feel even the slightest bit better it was absolutely worth it.

Just as a lustful glaze overcame Tina’s eyes she yelped in surprise. Out of nowhere Ashley’s feet came in and pressed against her face. In that instant all her senses were assaulted. The intense smell of her sister’s feet. The feeling of damp sweat being rubbed against her face. The salty taste that teased her lips. All of it. It lasted but a second before Tina reeled back.

“Ah, sorry Sis. Stretching and I forgot you were down there.” Ashley grinned mischievously as her feet dangled around Tina’s face. “You don’t mind right?”

“O-Of course not.” The elder sister shuddered. It took all of her self-control not to stare longingly at the feet before her.

“Cool. Thanks for the foot rub by the way. They feel way better.” The younger blonde smiled and lowered a foot onto the top of her elder sister’s head, petting her as one would a dog. “Good girl.” She laughed playfully.

Tina merely blushed. “Anytime.” She rose to her feet awkwardly.

“I step on your head and you smile. Weirdo.” Ashley shook her head. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you liked it.”

Tina could feel a small panic attack setting in. “Of course not. I just like helping my sister.” She coughed. “So is there anything else you need Ashley?”

“Nah.” The younger blonde clambered up to her feet and yawned. “Think I’ll take a shower.” Without bothering to say anything else on the matter Ashley walked out of the room.

“Oh God…” Finally alone, Tina was free to rub her face. The sweat was still there. She could pull her hand back and see it on her palm. Without thinking she leaned forward with her tongue outstretched and licked her palm. The faintly salty taste made her heart pound.

Man, she needed help.

An hour passed and with it the brief moment of time Tina spent at her sister’s feet seemed like a distant memory. Already, her life went back to its usual monotony with the nerdy girl sitting back on the couch with her eyes mindlessly on the TV. Tina could hear the freshly wet footsteps of her sister as she left the shower and tried not to think twice on it. Not even a moment later she caught a touch of movement in the corner of her vision, quickly turning.

Of course it was Ashley, fresh from the shower. Her youthful form was still visibly damp, making her tank top cling to her torso. Loose gym-shorts dangled just above her knees as she walked and took a seat beside Tina. Without saying a word, she grabbed the remote and changed the channel.

“I was watching that.” Tina mumbled.

“Was.” Ashley lazily replied.

Just like that the issue was settled. Tina didn’t have the heart to say no to her perfect little sister. Especially after taking one look at her feet. They were still wet, shining with the water that clung to them. It almost looked like sweat. How would it taste she wondered? Without realizing it her mouth watered.

“Sis?”

Tina snapped back to reality. Oh God, how long was she staring at Ashley’s feet? Now her sister was looking at her oddly. “Y-Yes Ashley?”

“Why’re you staring at my feet?”

Tina laughed nervously. “I wasn’t silly. I was just…staring at the floor.”

“Uh huh…” The younger blonde didn’t sound convinced. As if to test her, Ashley moved a foot down below. Tina’s eyes darted to it like a hawk before she could catch herself. “Neato.” She moved her foot again and watched Tina’s eyes track it.

“W-What’re you doing Ashley?” Tina could feel a flush coming to her face.

“I think the better question here is what’re you doing Sis.” Ashley’s eyes bore down on Tina. The young skater pulled back and set her feet on Tina’s lap without warning. “Do you…like my feet?”

Tina stammered her words and laughed nervously. “Y-Your feet? Of course not! What makes you say that?” Nervous sweat began to permeate her brow.

“Cause it looks like you’re about to drool all over them.” Ashley grinned. “You do don’tcha?” Her feet dug into her older sister’s lap. “That’s why you’re always rubbing ‘em. You like feet you little dweeb.”

This was Tina’s worst nightmare come true. All her words failed her as she stuttered stupidly, unable to look away from Ashley’s feet or even defend herself. “Don’t call me that…” She gulped. “So what if I do?”

“Oh my God.” Ashley reeled back with laughter. “This is great. I always knew you were a dork sis, but really? Feet?” She glanced down at her toes. “I mean; I guess they’re cute. But I’m your sister!” The mocking laughter only grew more intense. “So you like it when I do stuff like this?” Grinning, the blonde lifted a foot and smacked it against Tina’s cheek.

Tina shuddered. The only answer Ashley needed.

“This is great!” The young blonde continued to smack her foot against her sister’s cheeks. With each blow the elder sister could feel her shame growing. “So do you like getting stepped on and stuff too?”

Again, no response. Tina wrapped her arms around herself, too embarrassed to even speak. Let alone admit her sister was a hundred percent right.

Ashley laughed. “Relax! Who am I gonna tell? Not like you have any friends.” She tapped her chin for a moment. “Hmm…Tell ya what Sis. Sit on the floor.”

“…What?” Tina finally turned to face her sister.

“You heard me.” Ashley snapped her fingers impatiently. “On your knees, on the floor. Right in front of me.”

What brought this about? Tina could never live with herself if she played along with this any further; and yet…and yet, she couldn’t resist the temptation. She slid off the couch and took her spot in front of Ashley, on her knees. Her sister turned to face her, crossing her legs and swaying a foot before Tina. She could feel her younger sister’s eyes boring down her, taking in every little subtle movement she made. It was almost as though she were kneeling before a queen.

As a test Ashley flashed her sole to her sister and Tina couldn’t help but look at it. The next moment the foot pressed against Tina’s face. She yelped, muffled by the damp foot covering her mouth. Ashley’s toes wiggled against her eyes. “So you like this?” The foot pressed harder, forcing Tina to lean back.

“Oh God.” The blonde’s muffled voice cried out. Goosebumps broke out along her skin while she fought every urge to throw herself at her younger sister’s sole. The temptation was very real, and too much to bear. The secret was out anyway. One little lick couldn’t hurt…right?

At least that was what Tina thought. However, the second her tongue reached out she was met by a fierce kick. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to knock her flat on her back. “Did I say you could lick my feet?!” Ashley fumed. “God, you really are sad huh?” The blonde shook her head. Her eyes gazed upon her elder sister with mirth. Tina could feel her sister’s respect for her go down in that gaze.

Whimpering, she sat back up. “S-Sorry Ashley.”

Ashley frowned. “So…what, you wanna get stepped on? Kiss my feet? Stuff like that?”

Tina huddled into herself. “…Y-Yes…”

There was a pause. Tina managed to look up to see her sister’s face hadn’t budged. She was glaring down at her, judging her. Then before she knew it the foot swung back in her face.

“Kiss it.”

What? Tina couldn’t have heard that right.

As she hesitated the foot pressed against her face again. “I said kiss it! If you wanna be a little foot dweeb then who am I to judge? I’ll make ya happy Sis. That’s what family is for.” A wicked grin spread across Ashley’s youthful face. “So get to kissing foot perv!”

Tina’s eyes bulged, growing vacant as they stared at the foot Ashley presented. This was wrong. This had to be wrong. So why? Why did she want to do it so much? Dammit, she was the older sister here! She couldn’t let herself do this. Even someone as pathetic as her still had at least some dignity. Yet, even as these thoughts flooded her mind her body acted on its own. She leaned forward, lips pursed and reverence overcoming her visage.

Just like that she kissed her sister’s foot. There was no going back now.

Ashley howled with more laughter. “Gross! You actually did it! Haha, now lay down flat.” The blonde leaned forward with a maniacal stare. Reluctantly, Tina obeyed and the younger girl hopped to her feet. With her hands resting confidently on her hips, Ashley planted her feet on either side of her sister’s head. “Do you want me to step on you Sis?”

Oh no, was she really doing this? Dread filled Tina’s heart, but so too did titillation. Titillation that her secret desire was finally coming true. “…Yes…” She gasped. Her own admission surprised even her, but it made Ashley grin.

“Gladly.”

Time had frozen. Seconds felt like hours as one of Ashley’s feet rose up. Tina drew a sharp breath, watching as it touched down onto her stomach. This pressure, this crushing weight on her torso. This was real. Oh God, it was real. Carefully maintaining her balance, Ashley brought the other foot up and onto her sister’s chest.

“Wow…” Ashley whispered under her breath. Somehow she was now trampling her own sister. A simple look at Tina’s face showed that the nerdy girl was loving it too. She took a tentative step on her sister’s face. Tina yelped but accepted it. Even kissing the sole as it pressed against her. After all, since she was already this deep she may as well just accept her shameful fate right?

It all started off awkwardly, but Ashley slowly grew more into it. Her steps grew more confident, more balanced; and with it her punishment she delivered upon her sister intensified. Her freshly washed feet were merciless in crushing Tina’s face in. Tina often had to gasp for air whenever she could between smotherings and having her nose pinched by Ashley’s toes. Her sister was relentless.

And it was wonderful.

Much as it hurt. As disgusting as it was. As sick as it had to be to be getting off on being trampled by her own sister. Tina was elated. Happier than she had been in years. For the first time in ages, she felt at peace. Yet even that feeling brought with it a sick degree of degradation. To hell with it she figured. If her sister was kind enough to trample on her than the least she could do was be a good girl and play along.

CH-INK

Alas, her pure, unfiltered bliss was interrupted by the sudden sound of a camera. Tina opened her eyes and gasped. Up above Ashley was holding her phone over her head and posing. She was taking a selfie!

“Ashley please!”

“Now gotta tag it. How’s #FootSlave sound eh?” The blonde flashed a particularly bratty smile at Tina before laying her foot down over her face again. She went back to tapping away at her phone without a care.

“No! Stop!” Tine cried out against her foot.

“Excuse me?” Ashley frowned. “Who’re you to boss me around huh? I’m the one stepping on you Sis. That means I’m in charge. Know what that makes you? My little plaything.” She giggled, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that she was right.

Against her sister’s foot Tina could only resign herself to her sister’s whims.

“Relax, I’m not actually posting it. I just wanted something to remember tonight by.” Ashley grinned. “From now on you’re my foot slave Sis.”

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Ever since then Tina and Ashley’s relationship had changed. By day they were just sisters; but behind closed doors things were very, very different. They had already started something of a process. Tina would return fresh from school and wait in the living room. Once Ashley arrived she would take her spot on her knees in front of her sister. From there it was whatever Ashley wanted really.

If she wanted Tina to be her footstool that was what she was for the next few hours. If she wanted her sweaty feet licked, then that was what her sister did. Sometimes it was as simple as just making Tina sit there and smell her feet for hours on end. If she wanted to trample her sister, it happened; and of course she still got her daily foot massages.

Strange how such a sick thing could bring such tranquility to Tina’s life. It felt as though she had finally gained a purpose in her day to day activities. Sad as it was. But if it made Ashley happy, and if it made herself happy. Then why wouldn’t she do it? And it most certainly made Ashley happy. Over the days the younger blonde had really come into her own with her newfound role, embracing her self-proclaimed foot slave of a sister’s place beneath her. As Tina did with accepting her place under her sister’s feet.

Over a week had passed since that fateful night. Currently, Tina was waiting dutifully in their home, eyes on the screen but not really watching. Every so often she would glance at the door eagerly. It took some time, but eventually the familiar sound of footsteps came from the doorway. With it Tina shot off her feet and took her rightful place on the floor before the couch.

In stepped her little mistress, every bit as perfect as ever. Her current outfit was as lazy as it got for her. A t-shirt with a pair of sweat pants and some Uggs for her feet. Literally just random clothing plucked from her room in the morning, but to Tina she looked absolutely stunning.

“Welcome home Mistress!” She greeted Ashley with her new pet name for her.

Ashley didn’t so much as bat an eye at her. Completely silent, she walked to the couch and took her spot atop it, tossing her book bag beside her without care. She grabbed the TV remote and changed the channel before stretching a foot out for her sister.

The past week had trained Tina well enough that she instinctively knew what to do. Her hands held the heel of her sister’s shoe while the other grabbed her pant leg and skillfully rolled it up, exposing the slender leg beneath. Only then did Tina dare to slide her sister’s Ugg from her foot. She repeated the process for the other foot and looked up for an approving nod from her Mistress. Ashley did no such thing, merely pressing her foot against Tina’s face while she watched her shows.

God it turned her on how nonchalant her sister could be while dominating her. The fresh scent of Ashley’s sweaty feet violated her nostrils. Foul, and yet all too enticing. She took deep, audible breaths. “Thank you Ashley.”

That finally warranted a look from her sister, as well as a smack across the cheer with her toes. “What did you call me Slave?”

“S-Sorry Mistress!” Tina squeaked out. Her mistake. She was still getting used to this.

A mistake Ashley was more than happy to punish her for. In a surprisingly fast movement the sole crashed against her face, nearly knocking Tina back with how brutal it was. The foot was laden with sweat from a long day, and it was rubbing all of it against Tina’s face. The blonde shuddered, making no efforts to do anything but accept her punishment. In truth it hurt. It hurt a lot actually. Sometimes Tina was genuinely scared her face would be bruised whenever her Mistress got like this. The added risk of it just brought more sick thrills from her person.

“Don’t let it happen again. Only people can call me that. Got it Slave?” She was answered by meek kisses along her sole. Ashley shrugged and eased her foot, still not pulling it off of Tina’s face however. “Ya know, I’ve been thinking Tina. You love my feet right?”

“More than anything.” The pathetic girl shuddered in her own little twisted bliss and proceeded to lick away at her sister’s foot.

“And God knows I love you at my feet. But you know what?” A faint smile crept onto Ashley’s petite lips. “I don’t think you’re quite pathetic enough…”

Tina tilted her head, a fresh line of saliva still connecting her to her younger sister’s foot. “Mistress…?”

“I mean don’t get me wrong. You’re pathetic. Instead of making friends you’d rather sit here and lick my feet. But I dunno…It’s just missing something, and I think I have just the thing.” The blonde began to chuckle as she reached for her backpack. Her hand delved inside, pulling out with it…A gun. But it was no gun Tina had ever seen in any show or picture. “Friend of mine recently got one of these from her parents as a birthday gift. You wanna guess what it does?”

Before Tina knew it the gun was pointed at her. “M-Mistress what’re you doing?!”

Ashley only laughed, pulling the trigger. “It shrinks things.”

It wasn’t a hard thing to grasp. But Tina’s mind was metaphorically blown as a thin ray of light escaped from the gun and enveloped her. Sure enough, the world around her was beginning to grow. No, she was the one getting smaller. Everything around her was starting to expand into the heavens, most of all her sister.

Ashley was a petite girl for her age. Not especially tall or short. As it were she was easily a full head shorter than Tina, perhaps even more. Heck, even on her knees Tina was about as tall as her on the couch. But now? Now things had changed. Her sister started to tower over her; and she only grew bigger by the second. She was helpless to do anything but stare at Ashley’s face as she grew larger and larger before her. In less than a minute she found herself on the floor before Ashley’s feet, each toe on her sister’s foot came up to her knees.

“Oh man it worked! Yes!” Ashley laughed, her voice now a magnified boom hailing from the sky. “Look at you down there! Tiny Tina, my little foot slave!” Her heels danced around the floor, each shift of her feet making the ground shake for the shrunken sister.

“A-Ashley what did you do?!” Contrary to her sister’s joy, Tina was mortified. Sure, she loved feet. But this? This was too much. “Change me back!”

“Excuse me?” The blonde leaned forward. “I don’t think so Slave. You don’t get to boss me around. I’m in charge here. Got it?” Her foot rose up, heel never even leaving the ground but still utterly dwarfing Tina. “Now you see this here foot?”

Tina nodded. Of course she could see it. It damn near filled her vision. The same tiny little foot that fit in just one of her hands. Now it completely dominated her as a monolith. A single toe could pin her down and she’d be helpless to do anything against it. To say nothing of the foot in its entirety. To be utterly frank it was terrifying, yet also so very thrilling. The same dark part of Tina that brought her into this life as a foot servant called out to her. It called out eagerly for Ashley to continue.

“I want you to get on all fours and lick it. Like the little bug that you are.” The pre-teen Mistress boomed. “Now.”

The shameless shudder Tina had brought forth a whole new cavalcade of complicated feelings. Even moreso than the night she let her younger sister trample on her. They were irrelevant however. The bottom line was her Mistress had given her an order, and she wouldn’t dare to disobey her.

She could feel the intense humiliation as she got on all fours. It was nothing new for her at this point, but with her new stature it made her feel…lesser. Like she truly was less than a human. The realization brought forth a deep pang of arousal from Tina’s loins as she crawled forward. Ashley’s foot awaited her. Looming, dripping with a long day’s worth of sweat from her humid Uggs. The familiar scent assaulted her, more powerful than ever. It wasn’t just some small whiff that permeated her nostrils. No, the scent enveloped her. Her entire person basked in her sister’s foot odor. Tina ignored it as best she could, pressing her lips against Ashley’s sole to begin her reverent licking.

Ashley simply watched with the brightest grin to ever grace her cute face. A person, her sister no less, was willingly licking away at her feet like they were nothing. If she so wanted all it would take is a slight nudge of her foot and…

“M-Mistress…? Mistress!” And just like that Ashley had her sister pinned underfoot. Were it not for the squirming she wouldn’t have even known. Tina simply vanished from sight, lost beneath the thick sole of her younger sister. Even now Tina licked. The poor girl was scared at first but all her apprehension was lost to her intense lust. Ashley didn’t even need to give any more commands. Kisses were mixed with the licks, and soon she could feel Tina’s shrunken hands trying their best to appease her smooth foot in a massage. Her reward for her endeavors was Ashley grinding her foot into the floor.

The blonde pulled her foot back, laughing at how disheveled her foot made Tina look in just the few minutes of idle crushing. “This is just perfect. You having fun too Slave?”

She was winded, but Tina managed to nod. “Yes Mistress!” And that was the truth too.

“Good girl.” Her toe came down to pet her foot toy, effectively smothering Tina even further. Ashley only eased up to clench her toes around the poor girl and squeeze her in a vice grip. “Now whaddaya say…?”

“T-Thank you…” Tina winced, feeling like her body was caving in on itself.

“Good thing that size ray makes you more durable or I’d almost feel bad. I mean, I’d consider it. If you were anything more than a bug between my toes.” Ashley turned her gaze to her Uggs, an idea quickly forming. Her foot swung over the pair and carefully held her sister over the opening before releasing her.

“Ahhh!” The shrill scream Tina had just from falling six inches into a shoe was just the icing on an already pathetic cake. Ashley’s foot swooped in on the shoe opening, blotting out the light from the outside world.

“You know how this works Slave! Lay flat on your back so I can walk all over ya!” The bratty girl giggled, to which Tina naturally complied. After all, her Mistress was someone she could never disobey.

Ashley gave her about ten seconds before sliding her foot in. An action she had done countless times, yet totally different with the knowledge that an actual, living, breathing person was inside of it. Her toes brushed against Tina’s prone form, effortlessly grinding her against the sweaty insole of the Ugg as more of Ashley’s foot came in. Hundreds of pounds of foot flesh squished against the smaller girl. There was no escape; she was simply smothered from every conceivable angle. The sweat and musk of her sister’s foot had grown inescapable.

Tina lost herself in it. It truly was everything she loved about her Mistress’s feet magnified by a thousand. She could hear herself squealing in delight. Her tongue danced around Ashley’s sole and savored every modicum of salty foot sweat she could.

Outside Ashley barely felt the worship, but she had a feeling. The blonde stood up and tapped her foot a couple times, relishing how nicely her sister squished against her sole. “Not bad at all if I do say so myself.” For fun she stomped a few times to see if Tina would stop trying to appease her. She didn’t. “You know; I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship Slave. My friend said she’ll let me borrow that size gun as much as I want. So you better get used to looking up at me.” She said at length with a chuckle.

Ashley’s gaze wandered back to the door. Particularly her skateboard. She wouldn’t be that mean to her foot slave would she? Oh who was she kidding? She was already walking towards the door. “You better not stop Tina, we got a long day ahead of us!” Maybe after she got some skating she’d grow her back until next time. Maybe. Something told Ashley that making Tina spend a night in her Uggs would be a fun idea too.

Oh well, whatever happened Tina would certainly eat it up. After all, she was her foot slave.

Boom

Oh no.

Boooooom

Oh no no no.

Booooooooom

With every intensifying crash in the distance the people of Lakewood City’s hearts collectively sank. Anyone who paid even the slightest bit of attention to the news knew what those booms signified. Unease spread through the populace as they gazed upon one another, likely for the last time. The news had spread like wildfire across the world. One by one cities had fallen; and not in any small timespan either. Typically, it took less than an hour before a city was wiped from the map, sometimes even less depending on how large or small it was. In just a few short days most of the world’s largest urban centers had all met their makers and now it seemed Lakewood was fated to be among them.

BOOM

With the latest and loudest crash they finally became visible on the horizon. The pair that had tormented the world since they appeared from nowhere, Chelsea and Theresa. Once a pair of normal, everyday high school girls, sisters if the news reports were to be believed. However, one day out of the blue they levelled their hometown. How? Why it was quite easy when they were just over 1500 feet tall. Through some sort or miracle or marvel these two women had been granted a stature rivalled only by mountains and the tallest of buildings, and they wasted no time in putting that newfound size to use.

Both girls were lookers in their own right. Chelsea had a slim build with an almost punk-ish look to her. Her hair was a dark shade of red, draped down her shoulders in wavy locks. Perhaps most notably though was her figure. There were women who were blessed with curves and bosoms to be envied, Chelsea was not one of them. Well, in a way. What her average chest lacked was more than made up for with her lower body. Her pale, slender legs were each toned and flawless in every bit of their multi-hundred feet glory. Even that paled in comparison to her waist though. Any stereotypes that white women had no rears were out the window with her. Chelsea was more than blessed, with her wide and thick hips complete with a massive jiggling rear to match.

Then there was Theresa, who was more of a textbook busty blonde sort if her appearance was any indication. Her curves were large and aplenty, with a rear every bit as impressive as Chelsea’s and a bosom that utterly dwarfed her redheaded sibling’s. She was definitely much more of a traditional beauty as opposed to Chelsea’s alternative charm. Although both were beautiful to be certain. Ever since their ascension they had had but one outfit, that being their respective underwear, Chelsea’s being a lacey black and Theresa’s more of a sky blue. It was all that had grown with them when they had become giants.

The pair came to a stop at the outskirts of Lakewood, their bare feet flattening all the roads from the city under their thick soles. Apparently not even on purpose. “Finally! It took us like…five minutes before we found another city to play with!” Theresa giggled as her eyes set on the city.

“I told you we’d find one soon. We just had to be a little patient.” Chelsea smirked and bent over to get a better look at the frightened populace. “Aw, look at them run. Like a little swarm of ants.” Her bare foot swung upwards, ready to smash a city block under its pad. “Run run run~” She laughed.

“No fair! We crushed the last place with our feet.” Theresa pouted. “You said I get to pick what we do with this one remember?”

Chelsea lazily turned her head towards the blonde. “Well, what do you want to do with them then?” Her foot still had yet to lower. Each slight wiggle of her toes rained dirt and debris onto the streets while it remained in the sky.

Theresa frowned, clearly thinking on it. Her foot tapped on the horizon, each time rumbling the Earth beneath it. “Maybe we can eat them…? No, that was a couple cities ago…”

News stories truly did not do the pair justice. Now that they were up close to Lakewood their size was astonishing. It was no New York or Los Angeles, but it was a pretty big town and yet none of their towering skyscrapers could even stand past the giantesses’ knees. They stood mind-numbingly high, casually talking about how they would end the proud city. Because they could. Nothing the denizens of Lakewood could do would stop these two titans from doing as they wished; as evidenced by the armed forces who had been firing on them since they had arrived and had yet to even get a look of acknowledgement.

“Oooh! I got it!” Theresa hopped excitedly, sending her impressive chest into a jiggling frenzy. “Let’s crush ‘em with our butts!”

“Our butts?” Chelsea repeated, arching her brow. “That’s a new one. Hmm…Ah what the hell, why not? Not like it matters how we crush them right?” She shrugged and finally pulled her foot down. “Go ahead then, I’ll follow your lead.”

“Yay!” The blonde clapped and walked into the city. Her feet paid no heed to where they fell, crushing people and building alike without notice or care. Theresa’s eyes were locked onto the most noteworthy gathering of speck-sized people she could find: the armed soldiers who were still unloading all their weapons onto the giantess. Theresa chuckled to herself before turning around and offering a grand look at her perfectly sculpted hind quarters. She smacked her butt with enough force to shatter nearby glass, tossing the soldiers an enticing wink.

She lowered herself, taking great care to be careful so as not to fall and crush more than she wanted. One by one the soldiers all lowered their arms and gaped. The sky had turned into a mixture of tan skin and blue panty. The wiser troops turned and ran. For all the good it would do them. Glorious as Theresa’s ass was, there was no escaping it. The thick mounds of flesh were larger than most buildings and wider than any road. A single cheek would’ve been enough to smush the entirety of the armed resistance and here she was using both. Those who resigned themselves to their fates raised their weapons and resumed firing as the streets darkened around them.

Just like that the fleshy sky crashed into the helpless people and instantly flattened them all into bloody paste. “Hehe, it tickles!” Theresa stuck her tongue out mischievously at Chelsea.

“Looks like you missed a few.” The redhead pointed behind her sister.

Sure enough, against all odds a handful of specks had managed to outrun the blonde’s immense rear and had now found themselves faced with the bright blue wall of her panties. Theresa smirked, raising one leg just so as she exerted herself. She knew juuust how to take care of those pesky stragglers.

Thwiiiiip

From her butt came the smallest of sounds, silent really. Even the soldiers, as small as they were, could barely hear it. A moment later a sudden gust of wind brushed their persons, bringing with it an indescribably foul stench. Unanimously, all the soldiers entered a hysteric fit of coughs.

“Did she just?!”

“Oh my God it’s in my mouth!”

They all groaned in agony, falling to the ground one by one. But not after writhing for a good minute or two.

“So that’s why they call it silent but deadly.” Theresa laughed gleefully as she surveyed her handiwork. She stood back up, carelessly wiping the blood from her jiggling ass.

“Hey.” Chelsea crossed her arms and frowned. “Did you just pick using our butts cause you had to fart?”

“N-No!” Theresa shook her head with the least convincing look possible.

“What am I gonna do with you girl?” The redhead sighed. “Whatever, it’s something new at least.” Shrugging, Chelsea made her way towards the business side of Lakewood. The streets failed to hold in her titanic form, meaning more than a few buildings were crushed to make way for her. Chelsea strode past a pair of skyscrapers, her hips smashing against the sides of the buildings. They fell behind her with the redhead not even bothering to watch. No, her eyes were locked onto the tallest tower Lakewood had to offer. A truly impressive feat of human engineering that failed to even reach Chelsea’s waist. “Butts huh…?” She pondered for a moment while crouching to the building’s level.

Off to the side, Theresa was having the time of her life hopping her posterior onto whatever she could and making butt-shaped craters out of buildings. Seeing that, Chelsea smiled. Just like her sister to be so energetic. Although it did give her an idea.

Chelsea turned herself around, crushing a couple cars in the process, and positioned her rear just beside the skyscraper. She took firm hold of her butt cheeks and pulled them apart. Thankfully, her rear was thick enough that this was rather easy. Then she scooted back, very slowly and very carefully. The glass windows of the building started to shatter against her rear, the building straining to stay upright as half of it was sandwiched between a giant’s ass cheeks.

“Let’s see how this goes.” Chelsea mused aloud before finally releasing her hands. Her butt snapped back into place. The firm mounds of skin bulldozed their way through the building like paper and effectively crushed it to debris in her posterior. Chelsea whistled as the rest of the building fell back in response, raining down glass and boulders of concrete onto any fleeing people.

“Having fun Sis?” Theresa called as she dumped a handful of screaming people into the back of her panties.

“A little.” Chelsea admitted. She was pretty iffy on it to begin with, but after a bit of experimenting she had to admit there was something pretty fun about just crushing things under her ass. The redhead looked over her shoulder and spotted a number of minuscule factories. They promptly fell to ruin as soon as Chelsea took a seat on the buildings.

She scanned the city, or rather what was left of it. As always Theresa had overdone it. In just a few minutes the bulk of Lakewood had been crushed into a series of butt-shaped crater courtesy of one particularly eager busty blonde.

“Mind slowing down a bit Sis? I’ve barely gotten to crush anything.”

Theresa stopped mid-thrusting her butt into a building and blinked. “Oh, my bad! Sorry!”

“No you’re not.” Chelsea chuckled, lazily looking around her. There was a hint of movement at her side and she leaned down to investigate. Surfacing from the ruins of one of the buildings she had flattened were a pair of people, a man and a woman by the looks of it. “Now what have we here?” Normally Chelsea would’ve just flattened the two outright and moved on, but all this sitting and standing was getting pretty tiresome. Why not have a bit of fun without having to move?

Oh they ran. They ran as fast as any person could run after narrowly escaping a collapsed building; but they stood no chance against Chelsea’s incoming digits. It took a lot of precision on her part, but Chelsea managed to pluck the two specks between her fingers, balancing them atop her index. “Hmm?” She smiled, bringing the pair up before one of her awe-inspiring green pupils.

The pair immediately hugged one another in sheer terror. How boring. Chelsea fought the urge to tip her finger over immediately. “P-Please let me and my wife go!” The man cried out to the pale giantess.

A couple? Married even? Now that was a nice change of pace. “I see your little lips moving, but I don’t hear anything. Speak up before my finger gets tired.” She chuckled. Even if she heard him perfectly the first time there was nothing wrong with a bit of added teasing.

“Please, just let us live!” Now it was the wife’s turn to talk. Or scream as it were.

Chelsea pretended to be surprised, widening her already immense eye further. “Eh? Live? Why should I?”

The pair had no answer of course. Their fates were entirely up to whatever the redhead’s whims were.

“Tell ya what, I’ll let you two live on one condition.” She raised her other hand and pointed a towering finger at the woman. “You are gonna worship me, and your husband is going to watch.”

They seemed even more frightened. Rightfully so. Still, despite the clear caution on their faces they nodded. Chelsea returned the gesture, settling them both on top of the debris pile behind her. The same finger that held them tapped against one of her butt cheeks. Resigned to her fate, the woman turned to her husband and mumbled something. Then she made her way towards Chelsea’s awaiting butt. It was kind of cute watching her make her way there, climbing over piles of shattered concrete and broken glass on the way to Chelsea’s rear end. She was almost there now.

Broooop!

A high pitched sound came from the redhead’s rear and with it a surge of wind knocked the woman back off the pile of debris. The gas seemed to lack the noxious power Theresa’s had, though it still was enough to force the couple to cover their faces.

“Whoops! Sorry~ My bad. Come on over, it should be clear now.” Chelsea laughed.

The woman hacked and coughed with no other choice but to comply. Her husband watched from a distance as she climbed the same mountain of debris again to appease the cruel giant above. Just like the first time she was nearly there before long, and also like the first time…

Broooooop!

A second fart even stronger than the first sent the woman flying back into a pile of rocks. She gasped in pain and immediately shielded her mouth from the toxic odor.

“Wow, where’d that come from?” Chelsea grinned. No wonder Theresa did this, it was hilarious! “Come on! My ass is getting impatient!”

The husband murmured words of encouragement and helped his wife up, setting her off back to the giantess.

Brrooooooooooooop!

She was barely up the base of the mound when a gust stronger than both of the others knocked her back further than ever. Chelsea howled with laughter. “And who says I’m not a bitch?” The redhead cackled, the sounds deafening to the poor people who were suffering at her rear. “Alright alright I’m done, get your ass up here before I crush you.” She coldly ordered.

The woman went back to it, pausing every few steps to brace herself for another fart or similarly demented prank. Although none came. Finally, she was clear to stand before Chelsea’s ass. Tall, wider than a couple houses, and every bit as toned and luscious as the rest of beautiful woman. She looked up at Chelsea, unsure of how to proceed before her posterior.

“Lick it.” She demanded in a sultry tone.

Chelsea watched with terrifying glee as the woman bent over and put her face right against the redhead’s butt cheek. She sobbed. She hesitated. And she did it. Her tongue reached out, giving one long lick.

“Good girl. Keep going until I say stop.”

The woman sobbed further, helpless to do anything but lick away. All her pride and self-worth as a person meant nothing before the whims of this twisted red-haired giantess. The air was still thick with the slowly dissipating stench of her gas and she was forced to breathe it in with every long, arduous, humiliating lick. All the while knowing her husband was watching her be subjugated like this.

The ground quaked a dozen times over as Theresa walked up, a bright smile on her face as her blue eyes marveled at the scene. “What’s going on here?”

“Making a girl kiss my ass.” Chelsea casually stated with a laugh.

“Ooh! Lemme help!”

Theresa promptly knelt over Chelsea’s rear, waggling her fingers before her hand swooped in for the poor woman. The digits pressed her deeper against Chelsea’s ass and rubbed her relentlessly against the smooth, plush surface. “Get on in there! Kiss her butt like your life depends on it!” The blonde grinned maniacally.

Chelsea was just about to join in on the teasing when more movement caught her attention elsewhere. She looked back at the husband, currently running away. “Oh hey, looks like your hubby is leaving. So much for ‘til death do us part I guess.”

“Wow, what a jerk!” Theresa puffed her lips and set the woman back down. “Here you are licking Sis’s butt and he just up and runs!”

The woman seemed inclined to agree, as she ran after her husband yelling a flurry of curses. Something must have triggered the man as well, since he turned and began firing right back. They were too far for either giantess to hear. Although if Chelsea had to levy a guess the woman was probably mad she was just abandoned like that. The redhead looked over at Theresa who in turn looked right back. The boredom on both of their faces was apparent.

“Okay okay break it up you two love birds.” Chelsea’s rumbling voice interrupted the both of them as she reached back and plucked them both back up. “Not like it matters since you’re dying anyway.” She stood up and watched both people cover their ears in sudden pain from the rise in elevation. Chelsea had just the thing for them. “I think I have an idea Sis, you game?”

“Sure! Whatcha thinking?”

Chelsea smirked and spun around. “A bit of teamwork.”

Theresa grinned and turned her back to Chelsea as well, shuffling herself backwards until their butts were almost touching. Chelsea brought her hand with the couple over the thin chasm between their rears and turned it over, watching as they plummeted helplessly to the ground below. Not that they ever made it that far.

The pair fell over a hundred feet. On either side of them were the equally massive, flawless rears of the two giants. Whether it be the pale and smooth flawlessness of Chelsea’s ass or the tanned and luscious charm of Theresa’s, when the two girl’s pressed their butts together that was the end of the poor couple. Crushed like a couple of minuscule insects between the women’s rears. They could feel the lesser people pop like grapes and splatter their blood along their perfect skin. Chelsea ground her rear against Theresa’s, grinning before finally pulling back.

“Well, that was fun. Now onto the next…Oh what the fuck.” Her smile immediately soured once she finally took a look around.

Lakewood was destroyed. Every inch of it had been smashed and flattened under the butts of the two giants. Or rather, the one giant since Chelsea had been too busy torturing two people to notice that her sister just went and crushed the whole damn city on her own. “What the fuck Sis? I barely got to crush anything!”

Theresa giggled like a kid with her hand caught in a cookie jar. “Heheh…Sorry~”

Chelsea sighed. “No you’re not. Well, I guess we move onto the next one, but I’m getting that one all to myself! You got it?”

“Whaaaaaaat? That’s no fair Chelsea!”

“Bullshit it’s not fair!”

The two arguing giants thusly left Lakewood, the city immediately forgotten as they set out for their next metropolis of playthings. 

The day had begun like every other that had come before it; with Lassic sitting in his little hole in the wall and bored out of his mind. There was nothing to do, literally. As he sat in his own little alcove of dirt that he’d meticulously dug for himself, his eyes wandered around and found nothing but more dirt. There wasn’t even so much as a magazine for him to amuse himself with. All he had was the view.

To either side of him sat windows. Thick, mile-high glass windows that kept him trapped and offered only teasing glimpses of the outside world. A world that had been the same in the months he had been there. Never changing, only made slightly interesting with the coming and goings of people. Such was life inside of an ant farm he supposed. All he could do was sit there and wait until such time as one of the grand giants in the outside world saw fit to grace his humble abode with their presence.

That wasn’t to say he was alone in the ant farm. Oh no, perish the thought. There were dozens like him scattered all throughout. They just tended to avoid him. After all, Lassic was her favorite. For their own sakes it was best to just steer clear of him. Not that he really minded, most of them were jerks anyway.

Grooooooowwwwwl

The sound of his stomach rumbling quickly made Lassic wrap his arms around himself. Easily one of the worst parts about all this was not getting to eat whenever he wanted. He and everyone else only operated on Her time table now. There was nothing to do about his hunger but endure.

How long had he been here now? A few months at least…Right? Hard to say. The days all bled into one another and lost meaning so very quickly. He was a normal person once, yes. Then he signed up for an experiment with the Capsule Corporation. He remembered having to sign all the countless waivers for this and that possibility. Little did Lassic realize he had signed his very life away that day. The rest was just a steady downward slope into his current predicament. At first it was scary, yeah. He swore his life was over. Was terrified that he’d die every other moment. Now it was just boring. Hours upon hours of waiting for something to happen. Usually while hungry. It sucked.

BOOM…BOOM BOOM…BOOM

Lassic shot up to his feet. Footsteps. Someone was coming. Would it be the mother or the daughter? He stared out the glass in anticipation. Out into the distance where a towering door shook as its doorknob slowly turned.

Then in stepped one of the loveliest women Lassic had ever seen. A jovial, innocent smile on a deceptively youthful face. Her swirling, poufy blonde hair. Her form-fitting orange top and her skin-tight pants that accentuated what were already wide, womanly curves. Oh boy. His lips curled into a smile. It was the mother.

Mrs. Briefs, one of the wealthiest women in the world and incidentally, of the most attractive ones as far as Lassic was concerned.

Despite having been a mother for well over thirty years, Mrs. Briefs couldn’t have looked any older than thirty herself. Forty at most. Even with every inch of her Lassic had seen since his arrival he had trouble believing it himself. She truly was a MILF in every sense of the word. Something of a silver lining to being trapped in her bedroom he supposed.

“Feeding time~” Mrs. Briefs called out to the ant farm atop her cupboard in the same way a mother would a young child. The blonde approached with wide sways of her luscious hips, coming to a halt just before the ant farm. “Miss me?” She let out what was a world-rumbling chuckle to Lassic and his peers.

The woman never failed to take his breath away up close. Big was an understatement. Titanic was getting there. Mrs. Briefs was just…mind-blowingly large. Her slightest movements and breaths were these intense events unfolding before Lassic’s eyes. Yet to Mrs. Briefs they were just negligible things she didn’t even notice. Which made it all the more breathtaking that she remained as beautiful as she had despite being magnified to such a scale.

That was enough gawking though. If he dilly dallied he was going to miss the food, and Lassic’s stomach just refused to accept that. He hurried from his small dirt hole and found himself in a series of earthy tunnels. Once upon a time he had spent hours lost in these narrow passages. Now Lassic navigated them with ease and broke to the surface. From various other entrances in the dirt other heads popped up, shrunken people such as himself, all eager for a meal.

Mrs. Briefs hummed a merry tune as she reached to the side of the ant farm, wrapping her lithe fingers around what looked to be a salt dispenser. Although instead of salt the glass interior was filled to the brim with a thick sea of red flakes. The blonde raised the dispenser overhead, casually shaking out a storm of flakes onto the denizens of the ant farm.

Everyone rushed up with their hands outstretched, taking in thick handfuls of the food stuffs and swallowing them down. Lassic was no different. Primitive and pathetic? Absolutely. Hunger just had a way of making people do things.

For her part, Mrs. Briefs paid the ant-sized people as little mind as one would actual ants. She shook out a hail of food onto the ant farm dwellers; and after a couple minutes, set the dispenser back down and walked away without saying a word. Meanwhile, all the people inside scrambled to get all the food they could. Lassic, however, watched Mrs. Briefs reach under her tank top and pull it right off.

That was another thing about the blonde woman that Lassic quickly learned upon shrinking. She really was shameless. The second everyone had been shrunken down she ignored them outright unless she deemed that it was time for food or fun. As a result, Lassic was treated to no shortage of strip teases like the one occurring before him.

In just one single motion Mrs. Briefs was in her bra, quickly unclasping that as well. But before she could move on to her pants she gasped. “Oh! Silly me!” She swiftly made her return to the ant farm, her chest now bare as she leaned over the thin opening at the top. Her face filled Lassic’s vision as she spoke. “Oopsie, sorry guys, but I went and forgot your water bottle. Hope you don’t mind if I improvise.”

She didn’t say it with any ill intent, not that that had ever stopped the imposing blonde before. Whether it was through casual cruelty or just not truly caring in the slightest about these people who were smaller than her fingernails, Mrs. Briefs did as she pleased. Such as now, when her lips pursed and a facsimile of saliva began to well up just behind the plush, pink walls. Everyone knew what was coming, but they were also thirsty, so they braced themselves accordingly.

From between Mrs. Briefs soft lips a thick globule of spittle had begun to drip down. It stretched with the slightest hint of a gooey texture, reaching down from her lips and stretching out towards the ant farm. The slightest sways of Mrs. Briefs’s breaths made it sway to and fro like a pendulum, teasing the tiny people with precious liquid just out of reach. It rose for dozens of feet, perhaps even hundreds, constantly stretching further until the thin layer connecting it to the blonde’s lips finally snapped and the spit crashed down into the ant farm in a tidal wave.

Lassic was at a safe enough distance from the impact area to watch without concern; although the same could not be said for a good number of his peers. Mrs. Brief’s spit was a literal building of saliva that crashed down into the dirt of the ant farm. It lashed out at its surroundings upon crashing into the dirt, spreading its bubbly, liquid-y mass dozens of feet further. Those unfortunate enough to be too close were effectively bowled over by the slimy liquid and trapped beneath its surface. As it came to a rest dozens were fighting for their lives to escape just the smallest piece of spit Mrs. Briefs could have made. While those who were safe rushed forth for their precious drink.

Once upon a time nobody in the ant farm would’ve stopped to even consider drinking from a pool of women’s spit. It was the months of learning that if they didn’t drink this then there was a very real concern of prolonged thirst that drove everyone forward. Personally, Lassic didn’t mind all that much anymore. He approached a pool of ankle-high spittle and cupped it in his hands, taking deep mouthfuls of it. The same could be said for everyone else in the ant farm.

“Aw, you little guys were thirsty.” Mrs. Briefs chuckled as she watched everyone drink from her pool of spit. One of her hands cupped a breast and gave it a few casual squeezes, a light flush coming to her cheeks. “Good thing I’m such a nice owner, huh?” Her fingers worked her nipple while she kept watching.

Lassic couldn’t help but watch her chest as he drank. It was mind blowing how a woman could so nonchalantly fondle herself in front of what amounted to dozens of people. Then again, she probably hadn’t seen them as people in quite some time. For all intents and purposes Mrs. Briefs really was his owner. Everyone’s owner really. But if it meant getting to see such an attractive, mountainous chest as much as he had it was almost worth it.

“You all done?” Their blonde captor asked once the bulk of her spittle had been drank. “Good job! Now where’s my favorite little bug?” She leaned forward, eyes scanning intently for her favorite of the ant people. It didn’t take long to find Lassic, he was kind of by himself after all. “There you are!” Mrs. Briefs’s ever present smile widened. “You wanna play for a bit?”

It wasn’t as if Lassic had much of a choice. Even if he did say no the woman couldn’t hear him anyway. He just braced himself for the skyscraper-sized digits that ultimately plucked him from the ant farm. Fingers hopelessly larger than him pinched his torso from both sides and effortlessly lifted the young man thousands of feet up.

“Aren’t you just a little cutie?” Mrs. Briefs’s booming voice chuckled with enough force to rattle Lassic’s bones.

“Y-Yeah…” Even if she couldn’t hear him, and could probably only barely see him, Lassic still blushed nervously under the powerful stare of such a beautiful woman.

Mrs. Briefs just smirked and walked away from the ant farm and towards her bad, hopping atop it. She leaned back and rested her head on the frame, turning her eyes back on Lassic. “So where would you like to start today?” She grinned.

He wasn’t sure why she was asking. Not like Mrs. Briefs could see him, hear him, or even care what he chose in the first place. “Uh…your chest…?”

“Hmm…” Of course the blonde MILF’s deafening hum was enough to drown him out a thousand times over. “I think I know what you want!” She suddenly proclaimed.

Thus, without any input on Lassic’s part, he was placed at the foot of the bed beside Mrs. Briefs’s bare feet. They stood before him, hundreds of feet tall with building-sized toes wiggling in the heavens. Even prior to shrinking he had sort of a thing for feet, so to be as small as he was now before such a lovely pair of enticing soles was a gift in and of itself. They looked as soft as a marshmallow, yet firm enough he wouldn’t just squish into her skin either. A delightful pair of feet really.

“I’m waiting~” Mrs. Briefs hummed playfully while looking from on high.

Knowing better than to keep the blonde bombshell waiting, Lassic made his way towards the base of her right foot’s heel. He rubbed his hand along the ribbed surface, his palm gently gliding over the gaps between Mrs. Briefs’s print lines. Every so often he took a testing grip on the foot’s surface. Soon, he had found what he was looking for and held on tight as he hoisted himself up and onto the mother’s foot. Lassic had made it look easy, although he knew better than anyone that climbing a woman’s bare sole was no easy feat. It took a lot of practice to get to the point he was at now. From there it was a simple, if not grueling, matter of climbing up and around.

Like the rest of her appearance, Mrs. Briefs’s foot was deceptively youthful looking. It was most certainly worn like one would expect of a woman of her age. However, it was also soft, silky soft even. Clearly another facet of her appearance that the woman took great care to keep as flawless as possible, much to Lassic’s appreciation. He dreaded to think of having to do this with an unattractive pair of feet. He climbed up a few more centimeters and took a deep breath. Not wasting any time, the young man stuck his tongue out and ran it along Mrs. Briefs’s foot.

“Heheheh. Oh aren’t you sweet?” Mrs. Briefs giggled in her innocent, motherly manner. Although her body told a different story. Her nipples were erect, with one hand fervently massaging her chest while she focused all her senses on Lassic’s efforts. “Don’t dilly dally now~ There’s a lot more to go!” She waved a finger, subtly urging Lassic to hurry along.

Lassic did as she had urged, climbing further up and increasing his pace. With each lick he lost himself in Mrs. Briefs’s unique taste. The salty taste of her feet, their sweat, and the grime that came with walking all mixed together into one oddly alluring flavor. Getting used to it was just another of the many things Lassic had adapted to over the months. Granted, his own unique tastes made this transition a bit easier than most. He licked and licked, barely resembling a person in his fervent worship of the blonde and her feet. Way he saw it; it was important to do a good job. Especially if the person giving the job was miles taller than him and could crush him with her pinky. Besides, in a weird, masochistic way he kinda liked it.

The better part of an hour passed without much of a change. Lassic licked away at the immense wall that was Mrs. Briefs’s foot while the blonde in question fondled herself and offered only the most basic in motherly encouragements. Lassic found himself at her toes before long, weary, out of breath, and with a very, very dry mouth. He wheezed between the shapely digits that effortlessly shook his world with every movement. Mrs. Briefs had nothing to say on the matter; too busy pleasuring herself to do anything but watch the ant-sized man squirm to please her feet.

After taking a brief respite to gather himself, Lassic went back to work, lowering his head to lick at the folds between Mrs. Briefs’s toes. He couldn’t afford to laze around while in plain view. Even if all the blonde could see from afar was a speck between her toes she could still notice if he wasn’t working. Besides, he still had one more foot to go. Oh God I have one foot left to go. Lassic’s stomach sank at the realization. His mouth was already dry enough to make his tongue feel like sand paper. He dreaded to think was another whole, building-sized foot would do to it.

“Oh my…” Mrs. Briefs’s chuckled as she watched, finally letting go of her exposed breast. “Such a good little speck. Cleaning my little ol’ feet.” The same hand that was being used to fondle herself went down, tracing down her slim stomach and vanishing behind the hem of her pants. A moving bulge between her legs was enough to verify what her fingers were up to. “Lick a little higher up sweetie.”

How could Lassic refuse such a beautiful woman doing such lewd things in plain view? He clambered forward and licked like there was no tomorrow in spite of his growing discomfort.

Likewise, Mrs. Brief’s own efforts between her legs intensified. “Ahhh~” From her lips came the most sensual of moans. Her body had a spasm, tossing Lassic a full inch into the air and catching him back between her toes. She looked right at the young man. So small, so helpless. Without uttering a word her toes clenched and she moaned even louder.

For Lassic it was a constant shift of titans too large to fully grasp moving around him. Before he could realize what it all meant the toes pressed him deeper into Mrs. Briefs’s foot. All his light was snuffed out and replaced by an intense pressure. He winced, instinctively pushing back against the mighty toes; and having about as much success as an actual ant would. Lassic was unable to do anything but struggle futilely, further feeding the lustful desires of the blonde toying with him.

CLI-CK   ZIIIIIIIIIP~

The helpless situation Lassic was in only fueled Mrs. Briefs’s metaphorical fire. She undid her pants and shimmied them down. With added freedom her fingers grew more frantic. Mrs. Briefs kicked the pants aside, nearly hitting the ant farm across the room in doing so. Almost naked, she kept at it, mercilessly grinding her toes against Lassic’s tiny frame. “I don’t feel you licking~” Even now she stubbornly kept the same jovial, motherly tone with her none-too-discreet commands.

Was she serious? Lassic didn’t care to find out and rolled his tongue out yet again. Immediately it, along with the rest of him, was pressed against Mrs. Briefs’s big toe. He let out a muffled wince. Even as something of a foot guy this was a bit much.

“Ahhhhhhh~” Of course, it seemed his suffering was just the thing Mrs. Briefs needed to get herself worked up. A rose-colored flush hit her face as she let out sensual noise after sensual noise. She wasn’t even looking at her feet anymore; merely pleasuring herself while her toes brutally manhandled Lassic. They constantly squeezed, clenched, unclenched, and ground him every which way without care. Unyielding in their torture of the young man. It wasn’t long before the worry-inducing creaks and cracks sounded off from within Lassic’s body. Everything was starting to get fuzzy as a lack of air added suffocation to the piling mountain of fears running through his mind.

Then, just like that, it all stopped. Mrs. Briefs’s toes released Lassic and let him fall back onto the skin between them. All of her frantic efforts to pleasure herself halted.  Everything was still, like time had stopped. Dazed and confused, Lassic stared at the blurry giant in the distant. Mrs. Briefs slowly came into focus, her eyes dead set on Lassic. Still innocent-looking, and yet there was something primal in her expression.

Mrs. Briefs reached over with the hand not currently between her legs. “Ready?” She asked as if the question didn’t warrant an explanation. Her fingers grabbed the weary young man and hoisted him back up in the air. In a blur of movement Lassic found himself set down once again without having a moment to comprehend just where he had been placed. Of course, it didn’t take long to realize.

Beneath his feet the ground was supple. Soft yet firm. Plush yet solid. Looming just before him was Mrs. Briefs’s anxious face, watching him. And stood even closer to Lassic and towering over him was her nipple, standing erect and over two stories tall. The pink swell of flesh vibrated as Lassic watched it, growing even more erect.

“Go ahead.” Mrs. Briefs urged, her voice sending out a rippling rumble through the breast Lassic stood on. “Get to work!”

An intense redness came upon Lassic’s face. The breasts he always loved staring at in the distance. All his. Even if this wasn’t his first time or even the hundredth time he’d done something like this it never lost its luster. He took a step towards the nipple, slowly since his foot sank ankle-deep into Mrs. Briefs’s milky breast. He took another, slightly more confident step. Then another. And another. Bit by bit he found his footing and got a pace going, rushing over to the awaiting nip of his mistress.

Ever the unchanging woman, Mrs. Briefs calmly patted her sex as she watched. The rush that came with watching someone so small work so hard to pleasure even the tiniest of her sensitive spots. It was a feeling she was clearly savoring. Her tongue danced around her lips eagerly. The only sign that there was anything deeper behind her carefree smile and typically mother-like visage.

Finally, Lassic came upon her nipple, immediately throwing himself at it with renewed vigor. The exhaustion that had come from spending countless minutes of servicing her foot was forgotten. He greeted the pink appendage with a flurry of kisses and wrapped his arms around it as best he could. Much to his owner’s approval. He gave a tight squeeze, arms barely sinking into the pink mass despite putting all his muscle into it.

“Don’t be afraid to use your teeth! Silly bug.” Mrs. Briefs chuckled with an approving nod, increasing the work between her legs.

Being called a bug really hit that masochistic nerve in the young man. He shuddered and leaned forward, quickly taking as hard of a bite as he could of the towering nip.

“AHHH~” What had followed was the loudest moan yet. Mrs. Briefs bit her lip and quivered as her entire body shook with a wave of pleasure. Her fingers went back to work full force. “Harder!” The blonde eagerly ordered as she pleasured herself. Sweat started to form on her brow from the exertion.

Lassic nodded and lashed out at the nipple, tearing it a new one with his jaw. It was a true testament to how hopelessly tiny he was that his teeth couldn’t so much as break the skin on the woman’s nipple. Lassic tried though, oh did he try. He did everything he could. Biting, squeezing, pinching, kissing, punching, kicking, everything he could have done to Mrs. Briefs’s breast he did and then some. His own lustful haze started to cloud the young man’s mind, giving him the second wind needed to keep at it without pause.

Every few moments Mrs. Briefs let out another moan and shook. Goosebumps littered her skin, sweat permeated her face and her hand worked between her legs nonstop. A unique scent started to fill the air. Potent, and eerily mind-numbing. The scent of Mrs. Briefs’s womanly arousal. It had always been there, but now it was growing very apparent. As too did the sounds. The wet, squelching sounds of Mrs. Briefs’s fingers relentlessly going in and out of the valley between her legs. “Ahh…Ha….Ahh!” The blonde started to rock against her bed, trembling from the pleasure coursing through her body. Her chest swung upwards with each sway of Mrs. Briefs’s hips, every time threatening to toss Lassic aside like the microbe that he was.

For his part, Lassic held on as best as he physically could. It wasn’t just a matter of doing what he was beckoned to do. Now it was a matter of survival. If an errant swing of Ms. Briefs’s breast sent him flying there was no telling where he would end up but he would most certainly be crushed by the gigantic blonde in her lewd antics. He screamed, a cute, shrill sound given how absolutely puny he was. Of course, his own powerlessness only brought more pleasure to Mrs. Briefs.

Her free hand reached out and cupped the breast Lassic was on. At this point it wasn’t even clear if the blonde remembered where he was anymore. Lassic could only gape and look up at the vision-filling digits closing in on him. They clenched the breast as tight as they could, incidentally squeezing Lassic dozens of feet deep in the plush mammary. No amount of struggling, or crying out for help could’ve saved him from the unyielding behemoths that were Mrs. Briefs’s fingers. The digits eased themselves for just a moment. Long enough for Lassic to bounce back into the air only for him to smack into an awaiting finger. He instinctively latched on to the print lines of the digit, and was thus brought along for the ride as it and its fellow fingers pinched Mrs. Briefs’s nipple.

“AHHHH! Oh my!”

Even now the woman refused to let herself speak in anything but the picture perfect motherly way. It was oddly endearing in a way; and served as the oddest backdrop to what was easily one of the most intense moments in Lassic’s life. The very same nipple he had been pleasuring was now the one he was ground haplessly ground against between Mrs. Briefs’s fingers. Lassic winced against the relentless assault, unable to do much else given the circumstances. All his cries were drowned out by lewd moans and noises and all his struggles only served to add pleasure to the woman. Because of that, there was really only one thing he could do in this situation: he struggled as much as he could. It wasn’t much of a plan. In fact, it was a decided lack of one. But if it added to his beautiful mistress’s pleasure and sped things along to her being done then it seemed the sensible thing to do. That, and of course the fact that he was hopelessly aroused by the situation himself. If he was going to be this woman’s pleasure toy, then by God he was gonna be the best pleasure toy possible. As such, he went back to his futile struggles, adding in bites to the mix since those seemed to work so well before.

Mrs. Briefs moaned yet again, and again, and again. She wasn’t stopping, now moving her fingers as fast as they could go between her legs. She winced and bit her lips as fresh sweat dripped down the sides of her face. Her eyes clenched tight as she braced herself. Even her breath stopped while her fingers kept at it. Finally, her body froze and tensed. All her muscles locked themselves and even the fingers that were torturing Lassic had stopped. The ant-sized man could hear rushing water far below: the sounds of Mrs. Briefs’s release.

“Ah!...Ahh….Ahh…”

She started to breathe again in small pants, slowly relaxing with each passing moment. Her release covered fingers came up to her lips where she suckled them clean like it was no matter. After a few more breaths the blonde managed to bring her fingers up and stare at Lassic. “And that is why you’re my favorite.” Mrs. Briefs said with a playful chuckle. She brought her fingers in towards her lips, pursed to give Lassic a nice rewarding kiss.

“Heheh…” The young man chuckled sheepishly as the plush lips enveloped him. It had gotten a little scary, like always, but stuff like this usually made it worth it.

Once Mrs. Briefs had finished her kiss, she slowly stood back up and walked towards the ant farm. The denizens of which of course saw the whole thing play out from the beginning. She casually dropped Lassic back in and turned to gather her discarded clothes.

“Whew.”

With everything all said and done Lassic was understandably exhausted. He damn near collapsed as he was dropped, only barely making it back to his burrowing hole to return to his little personal area. Off to the side he could see Mrs. Briefs getting dressed again; as well as humming a familiar merry tune under her breath. Almost like the whole scene hadn’t happened at all. All the signs that anything even had happened were gone. Mrs. Briefs looked as impeccable as always, and the only witnesses were the tiny people nobody listened to anyway. Still, this was nothing new. Upon returning to his home he fell to the dirt and breathed easy, content that he’d done a good job.

A series of booms indicated Mrs. Briefs had returned to the side of the farm not even a minute later. Curious, Lassic glanced out to see what she was up to. His eyes nearly bulged by what they saw. One hand was holding open Mrs. Briefs’s pants and panties, while the other grabbed the ant farm itself.

“She isn’t…” Of course Lassic knew damn well she was.

Without so much as pausing her motherly humming for even a second, Mrs. Briefs upended the ant farm over her underwear. Specks rained down from the ant farm and landed against the lace crotch of her panties. Naturally, it wasn’t dirt that had landed in there. After a few hard shakes Mrs. Briefs set the container down and waved. “See you all around!” Her hand released her pants and snapped them back shut as she turned and walked off, shutting the door behind her. It was all so unceremonious and casual it was a struggle to accept that it even happened. Though it most certainly had.

Fortunate for Lassic, or perhaps unfortunately, he managed to avoid becoming one of the passengers inside Mrs. Briefs’s pants. “Whew…” Disgruntled, disheveled, and otherwise tired, he was finally able to rest against the dirt floor and rest.

Then, barely twenty minutes later…

CL-ICK

The door? Did Mrs. Briefs forget something again? Lassic lazily turned to look only to find it wasn’t a blonde giant who had stepped in. It was in fact a blue-haired one.

“You bugs ready for some fun?” Bulma laughed menacingly as she took booming steps towards the ant farm.

Lassic gulped. Well, if nothing else, today definitely wasn’t going to be boring he supposed.

“Oh God. She’s gonna kill us. This is it, we’re done for man.”

The panicked mumbles came from Jeremy’s right.

“Shut up! She wouldn’t do that. We’re people. That’s like, murder!”

And the equally panicked voice of desperation came from Jeremy’s left.

“Yeah, well we also didn’t think she’d shrink us! Now look at where we are.”

“We can’t.” Jeremy remarked dryly, and he was right. Everything was pitch black. Rumbles echoed from the outside world: the booming sounds of the Titaness walking to wherever it was she was taking them. The darkness seemed to clench itself the trio of young men, forcing gasps out of them. Of course that was just how they experienced it. They all knew they were locked away in the woman’s clenched fist.

“But why would she kill us now? Why take us home first?”

“I don’t fucking know. Why does she shrink random ass people on the street?!”

Even if he couldn’t see his fellow prisoners Jeremy most certainly could hear them. He rolled his eyes and did his best to tune them out. Admittedly, he was in no better state than either of them; but, crying over their situation would do nothing more than get themselves worked up. At least that was how he rationalized it. Granted, he had a bit more context for their situation than either of these two strangers did so that probably helped.

The thunder-like roars of the outside world came to a sudden halt as light blinded the trio. They all unanimously winced and covered their eyes as the woman’s uncaring digits tilted, making them slip onto the hard surface. Jeremy scrambled himself up and squinted as she slowly came into view. Long, wavy black hair with streaks of dark blue, all sliding past her shoulders. Pale legs that towered hopelessly above them, leading up into a lacy pair of black panties and a matching t-shirt. A beautiful face coupled with a beautiful, slender body. Yes, it was a person Jeremy knew very well.

Cynthia, his girlfriend. Or rather…Ex-Girlfriend.

In hindsight, breaking up with a woman who had the ability to shrink people was not one of Jeremy’s best moves. Not that he had any idea, but still. While these two fellow shrinkees had been random people shrunken for Cynthia’s amusement, it was he who had broken her heart; and he had a feeling she was going to break a lot more of him before this was up.

“Shut it.” Cynthia drowned out the other people’s shrunken cries with just a couple echoing words. She leaned back onto a cushioned seat. It was then Jeremy recognized their enlarged surroundings. Her bedroom, and they were specifically atop her computer desk. With no computer in sight oddly enough. Only an eerie gray wall that went on for at least a hundred yards with a single break near the center.

“I bet you guys are wondering what’s up huh?” Their giant captor lazily began by scratching the back of her head. “I guess you could say I like to play a game with the people I shrink.” Her lips curled into a faint smile.

“A game?” Jeremy found himself asking aloud. At his side both of his fellow shrinkees voiced similar questions. The fact that Cynthia was so casual in her explanation had them on edge.

“Yep. See that maze?” The black-haired woman pointed at the gray wall near the trio. “I guess not huh? Well, take my word for it. It’s a maze. Your brains didn’t shrink too right? You know what mazes are?” She chuckled. “So here’s the deal. You get to the end of the maze and I let ya go. I’ll even grow you back to normal. Easy right?”

It rarely ever was with Cynthia, Jeremy knew that better than most. There had to be a catch. “R-Really?” He rolled his eyes at whichever of his dopey companions actually believed her.

Cynthia nodded. “Yep. Just one catch. If you guys hit a dead end it’s game over. So you get one shot to free yourselves. If you blow it then I keep you like this. I mean, fair’s fair right? I gotta win somehow too.”

Was that her play? Just give them a near impossible maze to solve and watch them blow it so she could rub it in later? Somehow he had trouble believing that. Still, against his more rational judgement he found himself approaching the entrance to the maze along with the others. Jeremy shared a look with both men who had been shrunken. All strangers united by the singular desire to get out of this alive. If Cynthia was giving them a chance, even if it was a long shot, they had to take it.

“Alright, you guys ready then?” The giantess’s voice boomed from above as she leaned closer in. Her elbows crashed on either side of the maze and held her face up. “Okay then. Start!” She grinned as all three shrunken people took off running.

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It never got old seeing her playthings run off thinking they actually had a chance at escaping with their lives. Cynthia chuckled while she watched from on high. So far all three had made it a fair ways inside the little maze she’d made. She was tempted to offer some choice words of encouragement, deciding against it. Too risky since hiding her giddiness was always the hardest part of this game. If she spoke up more than she had to or laughed one too many times one of them might realize something was up; and Cynthia wanted more than anything to see the look on their faces when they realized there wasn’t an exit to her maze.

Indeed, as meticulously laid out and well-crafted as the maze was it decidedly lacked a way out. Such was the nature of the game, to watch these insect-sized people run in a blind hurry for her amusement. So far they had delivered in spades. Cynthia bit her lips in anticipation. “Oh wow, you guys are making good progress!” She fibbed.

Discovering she had this ability to shrink down others and subjugate them was easily the best thing to have ever happened to the young woman. She’d had the time, the years to hone it into an art form at this point. Roulettes, rigged games of hide and seek, tag, the list of things she did to people to amuse herself went on and on. Still, the maze had to have been by far her favorite. So when she shrank somebody special the other day she knew just what to do with him.

Cynthia’s dark eyes narrowed in on the particular speck. Her foolish ex-boyfriend. Who was he to break up with her? Her, the girl with supernatural power to shrink people down? And the sad part was she genuinely liked him. But now that he’d broken her heart, she was going to break him. Slowly.

“Heheh…” Against her better judgement Cynthia chuckled.

Meanwhile, down in the maze the little lost specks were still moving about in a hurry. She smirked trying to imagine what it must’ve been like. Never ending gray walls, constantly breaking off into turns within turns within turns. Nothing marking anything. The only indication of any sense of direction was the large face of Cynthia herself who hadn’t moved since the game had begun. Still, even with a compass of sorts it was impressive that one of the three had yet to hit a dead end.

“Huh…? Shit!”

Perhaps Cynthia thought too soon. Her eyes followed the squeaks of someone’s voice, widening as she saw one of the people had hit a dead end. “Looks like we have a loser.” She tried and failed to stifle an ominous chuckle.

It was one of the randoms she’d shrunken down for the sake of giving Jeremy some company. His only crime was happening to be alone as Cynthia began her search. Now, the young man looked up at her and fervently shook his head. “N-No I just made a wrong turn is all! This doesn’t count! Come on!”

Oh how she loved it when they begged. “Really? Cause it sure looks like you hit a dead end to me. I was pretty clear on the rules wasn’t I?” She brought forth one of her hands, popping the digits as she spoke. “That would mean I get to keep you like this doesn’t it?”

Her prey had no rebuttal. He could only back himself against the wall. “W-W-What’re you gonna do to me?”

“The same thing I do to all my pets.” Cynthia replied calmly. Her hand moved in with anxious, waggling fingers. The shrunken man knew he had been beat and didn’t fight the digits’ insurmountable grasp. Cynthia lifted him high up over the maze.

“H-Hey, wait a minute…” From his new vantage point he could see the maze in its entirety, as well as the obvious paradox to their game.

“You boys watching?” Cynthia’s voice drowned him out before he could spill the beans. From within the maze the two other men she’d shrunken down looked up and saw her fingers grasping the young man between them. “See what happens when you lose?” She waved her captured plaything over the endless myriad of walls. “Look real closely. I want you to see this Jeremy.” Then her fingers pressed together, effortlessly smashing the person they were holding into a bloody mess.

“Oh God!”

She wasn’t sure which of the two remaining people had said it but she could see both of them retch. Cynthia smiled. “That’s what happens if I get to keep you. Keep that in mind.” Her hand retreated to wipe the gore off on her shirt. “Good luck~” The cruel giant winked.

After bearing witness to such a nonchalant and very gruesome murder the two were naturally in no state to keep going. They paused to weep and try to come to terms with the new reality of their situation. That if they failed, they died. Entertaining as it was to watch two people come to terms with their mortality and the likelihood of death, it was all stuff Cynthia had seen before. “Do I need to add a time limit?” She yawned.

That certainly seemed to do the trick. With that threat the two were off again, each in completely different sections of the maze and yet equally as lost. Desperation made them rush even more so. From her view above Cynthia could see their sense of direction start to fail them. They were making wrong turns, ending up in passages they had already ventured or outright going in circles. It didn’t matter where they were going so long as they just kept moving to keep their black-haired captor amused.

It was just a matter of time before another would hit a dead end and the real fun could resume. After a few more minutes it came.

“…No…!” A ragged, out of breath voice came from one of the maze’s corners.

Cynthia smirked and leaned in for a closer look, her hair splaying out over the maze like thick, black vines. Her eyes settled on the other stranger she’d shrunken down, facing a bare wall. “Yep, that’s definitely a dead end alright. You know what that means don’t you?” She grinned.

Rather than stay where the callous woman could see him, the young man took off running. Of course he was still a mere insect trapped in a maze. A limitation Cynthia most certainly did not have. Still, what was the harm in indulging in a little chase? The woman shook her head and followed her escapee with her eyes, not even needing to move to keep track of him.

He ran through the endless halls, sidestepping the tendril-like hairs that filled the maze and taking turn after turn in an attempt to put distance between himself and Cynthia. No matter how hard he ran or how far he seemed to go though, she was always right there in the open air above. All it took for her to keep up were just slight weaves of her head. For a bit of added fun she pressed a finger into the ground where he had just run past, the digit barely fitting in the maze’s halls.

“Oh darn, I missed.” Cynthia said in faux frustration.

Of course, blindly running through a maze would not end well for the shrunken man. She knew that full well, and sure enough. After a minute or so of further running the poor fool found himself at another dead end.

“Wow, two attempts and you still didn’t do it.” Naturally, Cynthia was right behind to point out his utter failure to escape. “End of the line buddy.” Before he could run again her finger cut off his escape route. “You ready?”

Whatever this particular shrinkee was prior to being small, he sure was hardheaded. Despite being in such a clearly doomed position he rushed Cynthia’s resting finger and threw his fists at it. Cynthia immediately started laughing. The poor sap honestly though his punches would amount to anything in this situation. Or perhaps desperation just made him stupid. Either way, she didn’t care. She flicked the finger at him and watched him go careening into the dead end wall.

“Tough guy huh? Well, fight your way out of this.” Cynthia tucked her hair behind her head as she leaned in, lips pursed. From within her mouth a thick pool of saliva drizzled down, stretching off into a long, dangling thread of spit. The young man in the maze could only look up in awe and anticipation, bracing himself for whenever that thread would snap and fall onto him. Nothing could have prepared him for once it finally did.

The saliva came down in one massive globule. Easily three times the man’s size, it bowled him over like a boulder-sized piece of hail. From there the slimy residue began to coagulate and bubble, solidifying into a small, self-contained pool of spit in the maze. The man who had been struck it was dazed and submerged. When he seemed to finally realize what had hit him he gasped and swam upward, something easier said than done. The slimy texture of the spit pool resisted his efforts as it tried to maintain its structural integrity. It was like swimming in a pool of gelatin. Murky, slimy, muggy gelatin. But he somehow found a way to break the surface and breathe in the sweet air.

Cynthia smiled and brought her finger down on him, sending him right back into the depths. Now all his struggles were for naught; as he kicked, struggled, and screamed himself silly all the way until he finally drowned with one last satisfying spasm.

“And then there was one.” Cynthia murmured as she wiped her spit off on her leg. She watched eagerly as Jeremy hurried his way along the maze. She couldn’t have planned it better herself, the best was last. She’d already decided what she was going to do to him to pay for hurting her, but now that it was so close all the possibilities were rushing to her mind. The limitless cavalcade of depraved things she could do to him, each more tempting than the last. Alas, none seemed a match for what she had in mind. All she needed to do was wait for her moment.

It came soon enough. Her minuscule Ex was navigating the maze miraculously well. Were it solvable he may have even been on the right path to solving it. Of course, such a thing was impossible and Jeremy soon found himself met with a dead end like all those before him.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” Cynthia eagerly swooped in to pick him up. “Looks like I win again. Isn’t that right Baby?” She stood from her chair and held Jeremy over the maze, offering him the same view she had her first victim.

His eyes bulged. “T-There’s…No exit…”

“There never was.” Cynthia grinned at the tiny young man.

“That’s…” He gulped before rearing his head at Cynthia. His expression was livid and terrifying. As terrifying as one could be when held between a girl’s fingers anyway. “That’s no fair you bitch! You said-“

“I said we would play a game.” She replied coldly, her fingers forcing a pained gasp from her shrunken Ex. “And we did.”

“You cheated!” Jeremy managed to scream at her.

“Cheated?” Cynthia made a show of looking insulted. She spun around, putting her back to the maze while her breath washed over the young man. “There you go again, blaming all your problems on other people. That why you broke up with me?”

“That has nothing to-“

“Ah ah ah ahh~” She cut him off. “That’s enough out of you Tiny. Here’s how it is. This is my game. My rules. And. You. Lose.” Cynthia then released her grip on him and watched him plummet.

Jeremy let out a shrill, emasculating scream as he fell. The shrunken man looked down below to see the seat Cynthia was sitting in mere moments ago. Even cushioned it was still a drop with a couple hundred feet before impact. His legs landed first, letting out a gut-wrenching crack as dozens of bones shattered to absorb his landing. He started howling in pain, much to the pleasure of his tormentor above.

“You always did like my butt, didn’t you?” Cynthia spun around and chuckled, wiggling her hips above the suffering young man. She was an attractive woman, of that she had no doubt. She took great care in her appearance, but even then her ass was a thing Cynthia took pride in. While generally slim, her curves were wide and with wide curves came a splendid round rear. It was soft and firm, toned like the rest of her body. She smacked it, the sound like thunder to Jeremy, and ushering in an intense series of jiggles with her butt cheeks.

This was one of the reasons Cynthia opted to laze around only in panties for this particular endeavor: she wanted to feel every bit of this. Well, that and lazing around in her underwear was just cozy. Oh how thrilling the anticipation was. Cynthia peeked over her shoulder with a maniacal grin, continuously waggling her hips above her shrunken Ex. He seemed to be in too much pain to appreciate the irony of the situation. That was quite alright, Cynthia intended on enjoying this enough for the both of them.

“Ready?” She asked with a leading grin, promptly sitting down.

CR-ACK

All of her mountainous weight came crashing down on Jeremy. Like a meteor blazing in from the sky Cynthia’s pale rear smashed into the lesser man, his bones instantly shattering upon impact. However, his pained sounds persisted. “Oh? Still alive?” What a treat. Cynthia ground herself against the chair, causing more cracks and screams of intense pain with every savory moment. Yet in spite of his body’s clear suffering, Jeremy still seemed to live.

“Man, you sure are stubborn. Though I guess I knew that huh?” Cynthia shrugged, trying to come up with a way to end this on a high note. That was when a rumbling came from her stomach. “Eh?” She blinked as the sensation traveled down towards her rear. At first Cynthia fought it. Not that. Not now. That was just…Disgusting…

“Oh…” She’d never stopped to consider it before but it was most certainly a way to add to her Ex’s torment. Thus, the black-haired woman let the feeling play out and broke wind atop Jeremy.

Brooooop!

Now added on top of his groans, Jeremy gasped for air as Cynthia’s gas overwhelmed his senses. “Oh God! Make it stop!” His muffled voice screamed even more.

“Well...If you insist…” Cynthia chuckled and stood once again. Jeremy remained on the chair, coughing and looking up at her with his broken, battered body. “Any last words?” Cynthia grinned.

Between all his coughs and groans Jeremy did have something to say. “I’m sorry…I…ugh…I didn’t want to…hurt you…”

The look in Cynthia’s eyes grew icy. “Well that’s too bad, because I definitely want to hurt you.” She let herself fall back into the chair.

CR-UNCH

Finally, with one satisfying sound and pop under her butt, Cynthia got him. “Serves you right shithead.” She exhaled, still rubbing herself against the dead remains of the young man. Her eyes wandered over to the maze as she briefly considered putting it up. “Maybe later.” She shrugged and stood. For now, it was best that she wiped all the remains of the others off of her. Maybe afterwards she could go out and find some more people to shrink down. 

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” Mary whimpered as they finally came upon the door. The young woman’s heart pounded against her chest. Hours of pent up concerns and fears boiled over, making her tremble just from standing in front of the apartment’s entrance.

“You wanted to do this.” Emily gently nudged her forward.

Mary immediately took the step back, shaking her head nervously. “I-I’ve changed my mind. Let’s just go home.”

“Mary, come on.” Emily sighed. “It took us an hour to get here. You had plenty of time to change your mind before now.” With a weary smile she leaned against her albino girlfriend, arms wrapping around her dainty frame. “I’ll be right here for you, okay? Nothing’ll go wrong.”

Mary’s heart continued to pound, just now for a different reason. Emily was right, like always. She looked at her, managing a smile. Mary stared at her and took the features in, encouraged by her girlfriend’s gentle face. Long, wavy brown hair. A penchant for flannel and jeans. Yes, this was the woman she loved alright. Basking in her charm helped to soothe her more than any medicine. “Thank you.” She whispered while gently kissing Emily. Feeling better and more confident, Mary stepped up to the door and gently knocked.

Shuffling could be heard on the other side. Someone approached and opened the door for them.. Mary’s eyes widened. Short, black hair perfectly tucked away behind a white hairband. It was exactly as Mary had remembered her. Like she hadn’t aged a day. More than that though was the white dress she wore over her jeans. It was a gift she’d given the woman ages ago. Mary couldn’t believe her eyes.

“I was wondering when you would show up.” The woman smiled at them.

“H-Hi Melanie, long time no see.” Mary smiled awkwardly, her courage immediately leaving her the second the woman arrived.

“Yeah, thanks for agreeing to come over.” Melanie nodded, turning her eyes to Emily. “This a friend of yours?”

“A-Ah yeah! This is Emily my…girlfriend.” The shy albino girl nearly yelped as she said it. Stupid! She should’ve known better than to bring that up with Melanie.

“Is that so?” Melanie briefly looked Emily over and smiled. “Nice to meet you then, I’m Melanie.” She offered a hand.

“Emily.” In turn, Emily smiled and shook said hand. “I’ve heard a lot of things about you.”

“Not too much I hope.” Melanie stepped back, leaving the door open. “Well come on in then. It’s not much, but it’s home.” She walked deeper inside, gesturing for others to follow.

Before Mary could try and squirm her way out of it, Emily’s hand reached up and held her shoulder. “She’s way nicer than you said she was.” She whispered, smiling. “Told ya you were worrying over nothing.”

Mary blushed. “S-She was super mean back then. That’s why I was surprised she called us.” She hastily whispered back. Her girlfriend chuckled and walked inside, leaving Mary no choice but to do the same.

The inside of the apartment was cluttered. The sort of thing Mary would’ve expected of Melanie honestly. It had the typical living room furnishings: a table, chairs, a couch, a TV, et cetera. There were a couple shelves filled with a wide assortment of items, disorganized and visibly disarrayed. The table had a number of small books on it, all of which Melanie was removing to offer more space. She walked into the back, past a small assortment of exercising tools propped against a wall.

“Sorry about that. I should’ve cleaned up a bit more.” Melanie returned, wiping her hands off on one another.

“It’s okay.” Mary smiled sheepishly as she took a seat at the table. Emily remained silent, taking a comforting position at Mary’s side. “It’s good to see you again Mel.”

“Yeah, it’s good seeing you too.” Their host turned off into another room. The sound of clinking glasses was heard for a moment before she came out with two filled glasses. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Emily happily took one while Mary hesitantly took hers. She stared at it with a slight frown.

“I’m not much of a drinker.” The frail girl mumbled apologetically.

“Eh?” Melanie was back in the kitchen, returning with her own drink. “I made it as light as I could. Come on Mary, live a little!”

She’d forgotten how thoughtless the woman could be sometimes. Mary grimaced at her glass. It was all for the sake of smoothing things out. Just this once would be worth it. The young albino willed herself together and took a sip, immediately coughing afterwards.

“Such a lightweight.” Melanie laughed a bit crudely and took a seat, crossing her legs. “Some things never change huh?”

Emily took a sip with no problems, only looking at Mary. “You okay?”

Mary nodded. “Y-Yeah.” She managed another drink. “So Melanie…” Figures she’d blank on her words now. What was she supposed to say to this woman? “It was a surprise to hear from you so suddenly. Why the sudden invite?” Her chest wouldn’t stop pounding. She had to relax. It was only Melanie. Just Melanie…the girl she loved before she moved. Oh God. Mary took another sip of her drink, feeling lightheaded.

Melanie shrugged and set her glass down, eyes locked on the two sitting across from her. “Well we used to be friends before you moved. Then we kinda drifted apart. Why not?” Under the table her foot tapped along the ground. “Figured we could reconnect.”

There was also the fact that Melanie was a woman who constantly looked down on others that made Mary move in the first place. Not that Mary had the desire or nerve to speak that aloud. She gulped. The woman in front of her looked the same, but acted so much nicer than she remembered. How was she supposed to handle that? “Y-Yeah, we did use to be good pals huh? Time flies.”

“Well it’s good to see you two reconnecting a bit I think.” Emily took another sip of her drink. A moment later she frowned, glancing at her glass.

“Something wrong?” Melanie asked.

“I just…feel a little dizzy all of a sudden. This thing sure hits you quick doesn’t it?” Emily chuckled. Now that she’d mentioned it, Mary felt the same. The world was spinning around her.

“You two are some lightweights.” Melanie laughed, tucking a lock of raven hair behind an ear. “So Mary, I’ll just cut to the chase then. I want you back.”

It felt as though Mary’s heart had shot out from her chest and into orbit. Her jaw dropped. “M-Melanie!” She looked over at Emily, flustered.

Understandably, the wavy-haired brunette’s face had soured. “Excuse me?”

Unlike her two guests, Melanie seemed quite relaxed in her seat and took another sip. “You loved me didn’t you? Then you moved. Why?”

“I think we should be going.” Emily set her glass down and groaned, reaching for her head.

Mary whimpered under Melanie’s intense stare. This was just like back then. She stammered, gasping for air like an asthma attack was on the way. Certainly how helping things was how much the room was spinning around her. “C-Cause you were mean!” In a rare moment fueled by her liquid courage and backed by her loving girlfriend, Mary spoke her mind. “And you still are!”

She was met with laughter. “You haven’t seen mean yet. It should be kicking in any second now…”

Before Mary could ask what Melanie meant by that she heard a gasp come from Emily. The brunette was shaking. “Oh God…” She groaned and held her head. Mary wrapped her arms around her, crying her lover’s name out aloud. That was when she saw the impossible: Emily was getting smaller. Dwindling, further and further, her clothes grew loose and baggy. Soon they slipped off entirely and still Emily shrank, growing ever smaller until she finally was little more than a bug in her pile of clothes.

“Emily!” Suddenly, Mary gasped and clutched her chest. Her body, it felt like it was on fire! Like at any moment steam would be rising from her pores and she’d sweat out all her body’s liquids in swathes. The albino looked at Melanie, who only smiled as the pair suffered before her. “What did you…?” She winced again. Her clothes started to feel loose on her. Her pink top slipped past her shoulders, her bra soon following. Even as the world blurred around her Mary was aware that she too was shrinking.

It all turned into a haze, her body aflame as she shrank away and writhed in agony. Mary felt something large and thick grab her nude form, ice cold compared to how her body felt. She looked up and panted, barely able to comprehend the fact that they were fingers that had plucked her up and dropped her down on top of the table. Not long after Emily followed suit. Both were still in intense pain, but slowly…slowly the world started to clear up.

BOOM BOOM

Two deafening explosions pierced Mary’s shrunken, hypersensitive ears. Her eyes shot open, bloodshot and desperate to find what had caused such painful noises. She found her answer immediately.

Feet. Melanie’s large, bare, unshrunken feet sat atop the table and towered over the pair of shrunken women. Even in her hazed state of mind Mary could feel her utter insignificance compared to Melanie settling in. Each foot was several times her height, with toes half the size of her body flexing up at least two stories high. The looming soles shifted, one foot coming to rest over the other as a deep, sky-trembling laugh came from their giant host. “It took long enough. I was beginning to wonder if it’d ever work.”

“You bitch!” Emily shrieked, managing to stand as whatever it was that had shrunk them started to wear off. Mary’s mind went a million miles a minute. How? Why? What? How?! Was it their drink? It had to have been, but how did Melanie...?

All those questions and more became woefully irrelevant as one of Melanie’s bare feet came down to silence the screaming Emily. It just one simple motion the brunette vanished underfoot, helplessly pinned to the table as Melanie playfully rubbed her sole along the surface. “Seriously, you left me for this ant?” Her foot ground into the table mercilessly.

“Leave her alone!” Mary screamed through the pain filling her gut.

“Or what? You’re gonna cry? Have an asthma attack? Move away?” Melanie grinned and lifted her foot. Emily was brought along for the ride, stuck to her plush instep. “I always hated you Mary. You’ve always been a weak, sniveling loser, but you had the nerve to up and abandon me for this?” She reached over with a finger and pressed Emily into her meaty sole. “She’s worth less than the dirt on my shoes.” She laughed and proceeded to rub the shrunken woman up and down her foot.

“Shut up! Emily is amazing! Put her down!”

“I can’t. She’s busy cleaning between my toes.” The giant woman shrugged as her fingers pulled Emily up and started to grind her little body between each of her shapely digits. “I think you found your calling Emily.” Melanie grinned as the girl let out muffled, pained screams against her foot. “This is all your fault you know Mary. If you’d come alone your little girlfriend would be totally safe at home. Instead she’s here.” She finally pulled her fingers back and started to flex her toes against the woman.

“L-Let her go…” Defeat flooded Mary’s visage. She fell to her knees sobbing. “Please…Mel…”

The raven-haired woman seemed to ponder this for a moment. “Alright. She’s not the one I want anyway.” She plucked Emily from between her toes with ease and dropped her somewhere below the table.

“Emily!”

“Eyes up here tiny.” Mary looked up just in time to see the bare sole crash into her. It felt like a small building had collapsed on her person. A fleshy, sweaty, smelly building that crushed her deep into its wrinkly folds. “I figured you’d love all the attention Mary. You’re being awfully selfish you know. Here I am, nice enough to invite you into my home and all you’re doing is crying for your girlfriend.”

Mary sobbed, helpless to do anything but. Her tears blended with the underside of Melanie’s foot, stinging her eyes. The pain within her body was finally dying down, now replaced by the new, fresh pain of being casually crushed. She couldn’t move. She was always a frail girl, and now she didn’t have a chance of doing anything against the soul-crushing weight pressing down on her. She coughed as she breathed in more of the stifled air. Melanie was always more of the outgoing sort and her foot certainly smelled the part at this size.

She was certain she was going to die down there. However, right as it all seemed lost, Melanie’s foot lifted. “No dying on me yet. We haven’t even gotten to the best part.” The giant had a wide grin as her fingers reached down for Mary. The girl was hyperventilating, having too much of a panic attack to even comprehend the idea of resisting the powerful digits. They lifted her and dangled her over something familiar. Its size was magnified like the rest of the world, and Mary was clearly half mad by this point, but it was without a doubt a shoe. A tennis shoe at that.

“No....” Mary gasped. In one of the shoe’s openings she could see Emily, and she was fast approaching the other shoe herself.

“Welcome to your new home.” Melanie let Mary go with a laugh.

It was only a short drop before Mary landed against the insole with a wet squelch. She shuddered as the still moist ground absorbed her impact. The stench of feet was inescapable here, a hundred times worse than what she felt being under Melanie’s foot. The young woman clambered to her feet, looking up at the immense woman who just smiled smugly at the two girls in her shoes. Too small to even climb out on their own. It was obvious what she intended to do. Particularly when her bare feet came back into view over the openings.

It was probably futile, but Mary ran from the incoming toes. She couldn’t help herself. Fear for her life made her body move of its own accord. Muscles ached, bones popped, and she ran out of breath almost immediately but still she pushed on. Behind her the shoe tilted, shifting as Melanie’s impending foot marched inside after her. The light began to fade as the opening was completely filled; Mary looked back, watching the toes wriggling eagerly after her as everything faded away into blackness. The toes were simply too fast, effortlessly catching up to her. They bowled her over and slid past her in an instant, with more of Melanie’s bare sole coming in to trap Mary under her flesh.

For Melanie it was as simple as sliding on a pair of shoes. She smirked as she felt her new insoles pinned under her soles, each wriggling against her and crying for mercy. All of which went ignored as the woman stood. She reached into her pocket and pulled a cellphone, dialing a number into the touchscreen. “Hey, you wanna go clubbing tonight?”

With just one sentence Melanie had sealed their fates. After making the necessary arrangements she was off, paying the two girls absolutely no mind as she prepared herself for a night out.

Mary cried. She cried as much as was physically possible. In the span of just a few short minutes she was a broken woman. With her light cut off and her world replaced with the underside of Melanie’s foot all hope was effectively lost. Each step thundered in her ears, nearly shattering her ear drums with every step. The pressure was insurmountable. Were it a hard surface Mary would have died a thousand times over; but despite how painful it was Melanie’s foot was nothing like that. It was soft, plush, just firm enough to bring pain but just soft enough to assure Mary lived to endure it. She dreaded to think how Emily was fairing. Likely the same as her.

She was slowly breaking down. Of that she was certain. Her body would not last under this strain. Melanie’s foot was taking its time crushing her. Already her bones cracked and made worrying sounds, but they held under the pressure. The air was thin and filled with the scent of feet to the point that breathing physically hurt, and yet it was enough to live off of. Mary had always hated her weakness more than anything, but right now she hated not being weak enough to die more than anything else.

“Agggghnnn!” The latest footstep finally seemed to break something. Melanie paused as she felt a satisfying crunch under one of her feet, Mary’s arm. The poor girl tried to scream, only warranting a mouthful of foot for her troubles. Freshly-made sweat started to drizzle down her throat and burn, eliciting more pain for the girl. Nothing she did could’ve eased the pain even a little bit. With each movement of Melanie’s foot her shattered arm was shifted, causing another wave of searing pain and more muffled screams.

Emily was fairing no better. Her shrunken form had the misfortune of being pinned under the ball of Melanie’s foot, meaning she got to bear the full weight of each of Melanie’s steps. The weight was caving her body in on itself, deforming her. The beautiful, cheerful woman grew grotesque, her form further sullied by the mangled and sweat-stained appearance she had gained. It hurt too much to even scream, not that Emily could. Her vocal chords were one of the first things to be worn again by the steps.

BOOM

 That tremendously powerful stomp of Melanie’s foot finally did it. With a pop Mary’s eardrums had shattered. Blood dripped from her ears as she suddenly heard nothing. It was finally too much to bear. Mary’s screams turned to pleas, begging Melanie to stop this madness. Alas, even if the uncaring tomboy had even the slightest of interests in what Mary had to say the foot, the shoe, and the outside world had muffled her a thousand times over. All she was succeeding in doing was screaming herself mad in desperation.

“Please! Mel! I’m sorry!” In her servile, broken state Mary ran her tongue along the bare sole of the woman she once loved. “Let me out! I’ll do anything! See?!” It was pitiful how much she licked and kissed at Melanie’s meaty foot. The meek woman had completely lost herself to pain-induced, desperate insanity. Melanie was no longer a former bitchy friend. She was something more now. A tormentress who held her life in her hands, or at her feet, and decided everything. Mary was certain she was listening, testing her to see if she was worth serving her. Perhaps it was the lack of air, or maybe even some part of her skull had been caved in and it had made her delusional, but she was certain Melanie was like a God judging her right now. Mary rose to her test with desperate licks, another stomp pounding her teeth into nothing.

Surprisingly, the sensation did not go unnoticed. After having walked her way and now standing before the night club, Melanie looked down at her foot. The wetness under one of her feet was notable. Although, not in the way Mary had quite expected. “Did that little bitch wet herself on me?” Disgusted, Melanie stomped her foot. There was another satisfying crack, Mary’s legs. She smirked and resumed her walking.

With the latest stomp Mary’s legs had literally exploded, her body only barely managing to avoid bleeding out due to the intense pressure Melanie’s foot exerted over her. The latest surge of pain had finally broken her completely. Words, meanings, her situation, it was all lost as true and utter madness set in. All she could comprehend was her own suffering. Melanie who? Emily who? Names meant nothing anymore. It was just this world, this foot. That was all there was.

With her body so worn and broken down each step finally brought her closer to death. Melanie could feel it. Without any extra effort on her part more and more of Mary exploded beneath her. Then of course there was Emily, who never even made it to the club. Not that she was ever important anyway.

“Hey! Mel!” A woman approached Melanie as she entered. She grinned, rushing over with her arms outstretched. The woman leaped into a hug.

Melanie caught her with ease, and, with the added weight of the woman’s jump, she felt one final, satisfying pop under her feet.

“How’ve you been?” Her friend pulled back and asked with a smile.

Melanie took a deep breath and smiled as she flexed her toes over the remains of her former friend. “Amazing.”

“Okay, the coast is clear. Move!”

Seizing the opportunity, Emily and her fellow cat-girls rushed across the hallway like scurrying rodents. Even in the dead of night, especially because it was night, they had to exercise caution lest they be spotted and killed like vermin. Their target was somewhere in the inn. In a room in the next hallway if their information was correct.

They were ten in number. All that remained of their band of cat-girls after their latest excursions. Those who were left behind as everyone else went out and searched for food, and in turn the survivors who were spared the horrid massacre that befell their friends. After they had failed to return for hours a scout was sent out and brought back the news. The wolf got them. The great slayer of small women like Emily: Holo.

“Stop!” The leader of their entourage, the fair-skinned Marissa ordered at an intersection. The ground trembled with footsteps and they all huddled to the wall. Moments later a stewardess strolled by, walking right past them without suspecting a thing. Once the path was clear the cat-girls resumed their stride along the wooden floors.

Emily lagged behind her peers. Not from laziness; quite the opposite in fact. Her duty was integral to their outing this evening. Secured around her back was a vial half the size of her body that was filled with a clear water-like liquid. Their secret weapon against the titan who had wronged them; a poison capable of killing even a human in mere seconds. Emily felt no pity for the woman. Holo had plagued their kind for too long. Now, was the time for retribution.

The group wrapped around a corner, Marissa quickly signaling for them to stop once again. Another stewardess stood in their path. She was carrying a tray of steaming food, a roast bird of some sort with a side of soup. Off to the side was a towering brown bottle of brandy. “Miss Holo, your dinner is ready. I’ll leave it here as you requested.” After knocking she set the tray down and politely walked off in the opposite direction of the cat-girls.

What luck! Emily shared a look with her friends, all of them giving a unified nod as Emily broke off from the pack. There couldn’t have been more than a minute before Holo would grab her meal so she had to hurry. Ignoring the immense weight in her steps, the blonde bolted across the floor and undid the ropes that secured the vial in place. Up close the smell of the food was the best she had ever sensed, but this was not the time for that. Hoisting the vial over the soup, she dumped it all into the bowl. She smiled in satisfaction as the soup didn’t seem to change in the slightest.

BOOM! BOOM!

Footsteps. The she-wolf was approaching. Emily had run off before she could even process it, vial in tow. She gave the group a confident grin. In turn they all seemed barely able to hold in their excitement. Even Marissa offered an approving nod.

The door opened right as they all managed to hide around a corner. Emily dared to take a peek around. She wanted to see the face of the demon who took all her friends from her.

She looked every bit like the stories that surrounded her. Tall and lithe with orange-brown hair, and a pair of wolf ears and poufy tail to match. A slender, youthful face with soft but intelligent brown eyes. She was dressed like any other traveler, in a cloak and trousers. Though Emily’s eyes focused on her boots. The thick treads were caked in mud. How many of her friends met their ends under those boots? It was horrifying just to speculate.

Holo took her meal with a content smile and returned to her room. Marissa signaled for them to move in. After all, they needed to confirm their kill. Squeezing their diminutive frames under the doorway was simple. Holo sat deeper in the room at a wooden table, eating away like she’d been starved for days.

Emily creeped deeper into the humble inn room, carefully carrying the empty vial as she watched. She watched Horo gorge herself. The woman wolfed down shameless servings of food, only broken by the moments she took to chug her brandy instead. Just not the soup. A dreadful thought crossed the cat-girl’s mind; what if Holo ignored the soup and this was all for waste? No, she couldn’t think like that. Any moment now and – aha. There it was, Holo guzzling down a healthy serving of her soup bowl.

Emily veered and basked in everyone’s elated faces. Victory was theirs. Now it was just a matter of time before the poison would do its job and they could put this monster behind them.

It felt like it was taking forever. Emily, as well as many of her friends, were leaning forward in anticipation, counting the seconds until the poison worked its magic. It was as if time had slowed to a standstill. The moments passed for what felt like a long time. Too long. The cat-girls began to give each other confused looks. Emily looked to Marissa, who bit her lip in trepidation. “Did it not work?” Emily silently mouthed to their impromptu leader. Marissa didn’t seem to have an answer.

“L-Look!” Emilia piped up, loudly, and pointed at Holo.

Fighting the urge to hush the naïve brunette, Emily turned and gasped. Holo’s eyes were shut and she wasn’t moving. “We did it?” She choked on air, a wide smile forming.

“She’s dead!” The girls cheered and embraced one another. It was easily the happiest everyone had been since Holo massacred their friends. A celebration well earned. Emily dropped the vial to join in the festivities.

A lethal mistake.

“….Eh…?” Holo’s eyes fluttered open as the sound of the vial hitting the floor echoed across the room. She turned with a dazed look in her eyes and looked right at the cat-girls, her eyes swiftly coming into focus.

“S-She was asleep?” Emilia’s elated tone turned to sheer terror in an instant.

“Run!” Marissa bellowed out.

Suddenly wide awake and alert, Holo was on her feet before anyone could react. The wolf-girl thundered across the floor faster than any of the cat-girls could have hoped to outrun. Emilia narrowly avoided a trampling by diving out of the way. Not that it mattered, Holo now stood in front of the door, between the cat-girls and their only means of escape. Her predatory grin said she knew it too. Her eyes dared any of them to step forward and try to get past her. Compared to her none of the smaller woman stood higher than a few inches. Against her giant self that towered so effortlessly above them there was no chance of sliding by.

“Well look at this, more little rodents.” She said with a slur. That plus the rosiness in her cheeks gave away how inebriated she was. “Don’t you guys know what I do with little rodents?” She brought her finger to her lips and nibbled at a digit. Holo drew in a sharp breath as she slowly pulled a leg up and then another, removing both of their boots to reveal dainty, slender bare feet.  Everyone knew what came next.

“S-Scatter!”

The cat-girls all ran in various directions at Marissa’s command. All of them terrified as the singular question rang in their minds; why didn’t the poison work? Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter now.

After nudging her boots over the doorway Holo stepped out towards the fleeing cat-girls. Her bare feet thundered along the wooden floors, leaving damp imprints of her lithe soles wherever she stepped. Mary paled as she turned and saw a foot rise into the air. It ventured towards Marissa, toes wriggling.

“Marissa look out!”

But it was too late. The foot came down upon their group leader. Marissa was trapped under her toes, fighting to push them off as desperately as she could. The woman who so selflessly rallied them together upon the news of the massacre of all their friends. Now she was helpless beneath Holo’s unrelenting toes. The toes clenched and crushed her into a red mess of gore.

Emily screamed, pushing her body even further after seeing what became of her beloved friend. The floor wasn’t safe. Staying there only assured their own deaths, but where else could they go? Everything in the room was too big to climb or too spacious to function as a hiding space. Save for one thing: the bed. Desperate, Emily rushed towards it and tried to drown out the gleeful hums of their immense tormentor. Her gaze focused on Holo’s feet as the wolf-girl raised her bloody sole up in search of another victim.

She could only watch, horrified as the foot hovered over their scout Karen. The raven-haired cat-girl had always boasted that she could outrun anything, even a human. Now it seemed she had the chance as Holo’s slender sole came down upon her. Karen barely dodged it, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief Holo’s other foot crashed into her. There was a sickening crunch and an ear curdling scream, both drowned out by a satisfied chuckle from Holo. Her foot twisted against the ground, smearing Karen’s bloody remnants along the floor beneath her slender foot.

It was a travesty to behold, but in such a tragic death Emily found the time to escape the hell of the floor and climb up the bed via its drooping blankets. It wasn’t much of a safe haven. In fact, it left her incredibly open and easy to spot. But it was all she could manage. From her perch Emily turned and watched as the scene unfolded.

Holo’s visage was the stuff of nightmares. Content, a satisfied smile that reveled in the wanton murder she was indulging herself in. The she-wolf moved with grace, unleashing a merciless stampede of stomps onto the fleeing cat-girls. Almost as if she were dancing. Even drunk Holo moved with a level of fluidity and precision that assured she always effortlessly hit her mark. Poor Emilia was next, crushed in an instant beneath the sweaty, pink sole. Holo didn’t bat an eye over the crushed girl, already forgetting her and moving onto the next.

From her perch Emily caught a brief glimpse at the wolf-girl’s foot. Much of the blood of her friends had already been mixed into the sheen of sweat decorating Holo’s sole. All that remained of her friends were the tiny imprints their corpses left behind, looking like little more than faded tattoos. Several bones were adhered to the sole. Still coated in the blood of their owners. Emily wretched, too frightened to even speak out to warn her friends.

 Holo’s foot had already chosen its next target. The slender foot hovered over Laura next. The brunette cat-girl was the youngest of the bunch, barely old enough to wander out onto food expeditions. She left out a shrill scream as Holo’s toes slammed her into the ground. Ignoring Laura’s screams for help, or rather, fueled by them, Holo leaned forward, grin widening. Laura screamed in agony. The grotesque sounds gave Emily goosebumps. All the poor young girl managed to accomplish was encouraging Holo to drag it out. Her toes lifted, giving Laura just a moment of respite before pressing her into the floor once more. Then they clenched and lifted the girl up by her screaming head. In plain view of all the other tiny cat-girls, Holo’s toes clenched and Laura’s head exploded like a watermelon, coating her shapely toes in red gore. Laura’s headless corpse fell the floor and was promptly stepped on once again as Holo looked for more prey.

Most of the cat-girls had managed to hide themselves under furniture while Holo picked them apart. Save one; the ever stubborn Maria. The fool was making a break for the door in all the confusion. Emily couldn’t bear to watch, yet remained unable to look away from what was to happen.

A fleshy blur suddenly cut Maria off. Unable to stop herself, she slid right against the side of Holo’s foot. “And where do you think you’re going?” Her hands rested on her hips as she slurred more of her words.

Maria grit her teeth and ran in the opposite direction, and was promptly cut off by Holo’s other foot. She tried another mad dash only for the she-wolf to adjust her footing yet again. The game seemed as if it would never end. However, strangely enough, Maria’s fourth dash made it past Holo’s feet and put her back on course to the door. Or rather, Holo didn’t bother trying to blockade her again. She smirked and curled her toes behind Maria. With a bit of precision and a skillful flick the cat-girl was sent flying and smacked against the very same door she was fleeing towards.

She fell down flat on her stomach. One of her arms was bent the wrong way; but bearing through the pain, Maria crawled towards the door anyway. Her stubborn will kept her going. Safety was right there. Mere inches away. Holo planted her big toe on Maria, and slowly dragged her away with a devious chuckle.

“No!” Maria clawed at the wooden floorboards. Anything to prolong her life. Even the slightest modicum of hope that she could get on the other side of that doorway was enough to make her try.

All her struggles meant nothing against Holo’s big toe. The shapely digit was too strong and easily dragged Maria back. Bones audibly popped from the pressure. Then, with a bit of added pressure, Maria was ripped apart. Her lower half finally gave way and tore off, her innards and blood spewing onto the floor as she let out one last stubborn scream

“Now she was a fighter.” Holo grinned and stomped on the remains. Her eyes scanned for more cat-girls. Emily quickly crouched down, somehow overlooked by the woman massacring them. Holo closed her eyes. There was a brief pause as the triangular ears at the top of her head twitched. She grinned and turned to the table, taking loud steps towards it. Her foot lazily kicked a table leg, forcing some woman to shriek from below.

From where she was Emily could see her. Cheryl. Always the prima donna who insisted she was the most beautiful. Now the blonde was met with Holo’s bloody toes.

Holo was looking right at the table. Without a doubt she knew someone was below it, just out of sight. “Now where can they be hiding?” Her foot tapped, the quakes in the ground enough to make Cheryl stumble. Almost as if Holo knew, her foot inched forward until her bare sole now loomed over the young woman. Her thin foot remained poised above her. Long enough for the image to sink in. For the grotesque gore of Maria’s mangled remains to be permanently embedded into Cheryl’s mind. A bead of sweat, mixed with a thick wad of blood, fell on top of the cat-girl and drenched her.

“Hmm…” Holo had a wicked grin as the foot tapped the ground once more and casually crushed Cheryl. A quick motion, barely lasting a moment. Yet still enough for a few bones to pop and for Cheryl to cry out in pain. The foot came down a second time, popping more bones and bruising more skin. Then a third. A fourth. A fifth. Emily lost track as she watched. Holo idly tapped her sweat-laded sole on the girl.

The injuries only grew worse by the moment. A couple taps was relatively minor, but in moments Cheryl had cuts against her skin. Bruises on her beautiful face. Stains in her flawless blonde hair. The appearance she took such pride in was shattered by Holo merely tapping her foot. Instead she started to look deformed, bones out of place and broken or misshapen and only growing worse with every tap. At first Cheryl screamed and pleaded for it to stop. By the tenth time Holo crushed her even that proved too much as her vocal chords gave way. She screamed silently, her body steadily collapsing under the she-wolf’s immense weight until finally the crunch of her body bursting into a splatter was heard.

There were no words. Only a satisfied smile from Holo as she shut her eyes and focused her ears once more. Another twitch of her ears and she turned towards a shelf by the bed. Her tongue danced around her lips.

Emily bit her thumb. She saw the rest of their group flee under that shelf. Three cat-girls total. Plenty to keep Holo busy. Her eyes flickered to the door. Now, would she be so busy she wouldn’t notice Emily making a run for it? That was the question.

Holo stopped just shy of the shelf with a hand on one hip. A nonchalant stance that only showed how easy this all was for her. She knelt down and peeked beneath. Whatever it was she saw had her flash the widest, toothiest, most chilling smile yet. Like a bolt of lightning her hand lashed out and pulled back with three cat-girls in hand.

“I don’t know why you little things always think you can hide. You think these ears are for show?” Holo’s tail brushed back and forth as she walked back to her bed. She turned around, seemingly unaware of Emily as she plopped herself down.

By the time Emily realized what was coming it was already too late. Her sky had been replaced by the curvature of Holo’s rear. In the seconds it took to scramble herself to get moving it had already crushed her into the bed. The only thing sparing her from becoming yet another splatter so the softness of the bed itself. She struggled, for all the good it would do her.

The three cat-girls were helpless in Holo’s mighty grasp. Sharon, the bravest of their lot who was currently wetting herself. Yuli, the wannabe songstress screaming her precious lungs out. And of course Diana, the one who was always there to comfort the others, crying with shame and fear. Their number was up. It was just a matter of how Holo would do it.

Their answer came in the form of Holo parting her lips. A slew of hot, alcohol-filled air washed over them, nearly making Yuli retch. Holo’s tongue poked out and danced around her lips, coating them in the shine of her sticky saliva as her mouth opened further. Her pronounced canines were on display, sharp enough to impale a woman, along with the rest of her mouth. A muggy, humid cavern where the walls were a squishy red and the floor was a slimy pink. Saliva coated the sides and connected the roof of Holo’s mouth to her tongue in thin lines of saliva. Each breath broke several strands and the next moment brought more. Pools of saliva swished beneath her tongue.

Silently, with only the eager look of a predator on her face, Holo plucked Diana from her palm first and dangled her overhead like a cat would a mouse. Her hand released the cat-girl and she plummeted right into the she-wolf’s awaiting gullet. Holo squirmed against Emily, humming approvingly at whatever taste Diana offered. The only saving grace Emily had to being crushed under Holo’s taught rear was that she was spared the horror of watching this play out. Without so much as chewing once Holo swallowed, a particularly thick bulge sliding down her throat.

“Mmm~” The mouth reopened, clean and slimy as ever as she grabbed Yuli next.

The poor girl screamed. “N-No! Please stop!” All her pleas were ignored as Holo tossed her into her mouth without pause. The screaming persisted, muffled against Holo’s closed mouth. Her tongue rolled over Yuli, effectively smothering in the pink appendage’s slimy saliva. Yuli was momentarily silenced as it slid into her mouth and she coughed. Her entire body was brushed aside towards Holo’s eager teeth, where an ear-piercing scream was let out. One of the giant’s canines had pierced her leg and trapped the limb. With no means of pulling herself free, Yuli was helpless as Holo’s teeth clamped down and bit her leg clean off.

All her screams didn’t matter from there. Satisfied with her brief time savoring this particular mouthful of food, Holo swallowed everything that remained. Sharon, the sole survivor, was then up. Meanwhile Emily gasped for air beneath Holo, only vaguely able to tell what was happening in the outside world.

With Sharon in hand, Holo leaned forward and ran her tongue along the cat-girl’s face. “Not bad at all.” She grinned, with Yuli’s tattered shirt still stuck to one of her canines. The she-wolf went in for another lick and slid Sharon’s terrified face between her soft lips. The helpless woman was suckled as if she were a candy; all the moisture wrung from her face like a sponge. Sharon could feel herself being pulled apart by the suction and desperately pushed to free herself, but Holo remained steadfast. With one final suckle Sharon’s head was ripped from her head and swallowed by the hellish maw. Holo carelessly crumpled her corpse and swallowed it in just the same way.

“Ah!~” The she-wolf leaned back and patted her stomach, a satisfied smile on her lips. However, struggles from beneath her rear drew her attention. Curious, Holo reached down and pulled Emily from her death by smothering. “Oh, a survivor. You must be the last one.”

“The last one…” Emily repeated those words grimly. She was officially the sole survivor of their band of tiny cat-girls. All her friends that she’d had and made over the years, dead. Crushed by the woman who currently held her in her palm. Everything she had ever known was gone, and now the she-wolf was going to do the same to her. She didn’t bother screaming or panicking. No, she was far too crushed for that.

Holo however, looked positively elated by the prospect of one final plaything. The woman smirked with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I bet you’re curious what I did with your friends, huh?”

Emily shook her head. “Not really.” What did she care what Holo thought of her words? It was all over anyway.

“Oh don’t be like that!” Holo replied shamelessly. “Take a listen.” Before Emily could ask what she meant she was brought closer to the woman’s stomach. The cat-girl grimaced, knowing full well what the gesture meant. But that wasn’t all. There was…something. A sound. Ever so faint.

“……elp….Le……s…..ou…..ere….

It was faint, muffled beyond recognition, but Emily knew those fear-filled sounds all too well by now. They were the screams and pleas of her friends. The unfortunate souls caught in Holo’s stomach, begging to be set free from their acidic fates. Now that she’d heard it there was no unhearing it. Their tormented cries plagued Emily’s senses; and here she was, unable to do anything to ease their suffering or turn away from it.

“Oh my goddesses…” Emily sobbed.

“I can feel them struggling. Some really lively girls in there.” Holo pulled Emily back and patted her stomach. “Delicious too.” She licked her lips. “A shame I’m full. You look tasty too.” The she-wolf bit her lip, seemingly excited by something that crossed her mind. “I think I have an idea what to do with you though.”

Holo reached for her trousers, shimmying them off with a deft hand and swaying hips. Her womanhood came into view, glistening with fresh arousal from the power she exerted over these helpless beings. Holo’s scent filled Emily’s nostrils.

“No…” She wouldn’t…

Whatever hesitation Emily had didn’t matter in the slightest to Holo. Her grip on the cat-girl tightened as she brought her closer to the valley between her legs. “Be a good girl and squirm for me.”

“No!” Emily repeated herself more forcefully and began to struggle, all of it for naught. Holo slid her headfirst into her womanhood without so much as a hint of concern. “Ahhhhhhh!” Her screams rippled against the pink, fleshy innards of the wolf-girl.

Inside it was a sexual hell. Holo’s unique womanly scent was stifling, overwhelming Emily’s senses to the point she gagged. The sexual juices rained from all sides and coated the cat-girl’s entire body. Only a dim amount of light was visible, the faintest facsimiles of whatever light slipped past Holo’s lower lips. Panic swiftly set in as Emily did the only thing she could: try to escape. Her hands gripped at the slick walls surrounding her, taking firm handholds and trying to push herself out. All of the slimy flesh quivered at her touch and squeezed against her body. It was no use, Holo’s lips kept a firm hold on her, and even if they hadn’t the she-wolf’s fingers were blocking the only exit.

“Mnnn…Atta girl…”

Holo started to slide the girl deeper into her, fueled by Emily’s satisfying attempts at escape. The young woman did everything in her power to fight it, pushing against the drenched walls with all her smaller strength.

CR-ACK

Her arms gave way long before Holo’s fingers did. They snapped at her elbows with a sickening crunch. Emily screamed in pain, pushed deeper in to satiate the wolf-girl’s shameless search for pleasure. Even screaming soon proved difficult as Holo’s arousal flooded into Emily’s mouth. The simple act of breathing was nigh impossible in this hell. The walls contracted around her, clamping down on Emily’s body possessively.

“Mmmm~”

Holo was content to slowly pull Emily in and out of her crotch. The woman in all her weakness did all the work for her; allowing her to relax and focus on the bliss flooding her body.

Emily’s vision was growing spotty. Everything was getting harder to see. Hell, even willing her body to move was proving to be too much. Another contraction came, and with it she felt her body cave in on itself. The cat-girl’s rips fractured and pierced her innards. The longer she stayed in here the heavier the toll it took on her body, and the harder Holo’s contractions pressed.

She wanted out of this hell. It had to be a nightmare. Yes, that was it. That had to be it. No goddess would birth such a foul monster as this. Let alone allow her be tormented as she was. So it had to not be real. Because the alternative…The alternative was too cruel to even consider. That perhaps Emily, despite all her accomplishments and all her efforts, was destined to die at the whims of this callous she-wolf.

Her body felt sluggish. Tired even. In spite of her torture Emily could feel a darkness start to overtake her. Almost like she was going to sleep. Where even was she? The memory slipped from her grasp for whatever reason. All she knew was that she was tired, and with her friends. Ah yes, that’s right. She was having such a horrid nightmare about that terrible Holo. It was a good thing it didn’t happen.

Death finally took Emily in the form of one final contraction. Holo’s hips bucked and her lips convulsed, crushing the woman flat inside her. “Ahhh…Ah!” With a loud cry Holo finally let out all her pent up euphoria in a single great flood of release. It spilled out from between her legs, forcing Emily’s crushed corpse out into a thin puddle of sexual juices.

 She fell onto the bed, panting. “Not bad at all.” Holo smiled. Her head was finally starting to clear. Ten more cat-girls she had to deal with. Free of charge even. “I wonder if the innkeeper would pay me for taking care of them?” She wondered aloud.

After a few good moments she climbed out of bed and slid her trousers back on. “Only one way to find out!” She had a happy glow about her as she exited the room, off to turn this whole affair into a profit and immediately put it all behind her.

Ac 3761, Control Room: 6495, Isolation Ward 1720, 5963 Management Area,

THUNK

The door shut, and with it she had left the room. Teddy watched innocently as Mama exited, her immense form crossing hundreds of feet in seconds. Although she had vacated herself, Teddy could hear her voice in the neighboring room. She was talking with someone, although who the young child couldn’t fathom.

Without his owner to focus on, his eyes naturally wandered about the room. One of the only spaces he had ever known. Everything was large, far larger than he could have ever hoped to be. After all, it was built for someone like Mama. He, as a pet, had no business understanding any of it. It was home. That was all that mattered. Although he frequently heard his owner refer to it as a ‘living room’. Of course, whatever either of those words meant escaped Teddy. They were just sounds Mama made. Like the name she had given him.

Still, he could at least recognize the plush mountain she referred to as a couch. The wooden cabinets that towered beyond Teddy’s comprehension and the TV that sat inside. The window that offered a look into the terrifying giant world outside. Or the table, which relative to all the other mountainous furniture sat lower than anything else. Right in front of the couch. Mama set something down on that table. Teddy vaguely recognized it as the dish she often had food on, otherwise known as a plate.

His stomach grumbled, yearning for whatever was atop the plate. His owner’s food was always so much better than his own. But for whatever reason she always got mad and scolded him whenever he ate some, usually saying something about ‘people food’ and how it wasn’t for him. Like all other words though, Teddy rarely understood what she was trying to convey. All he knew was that eating Mama’s food made Mama mad.

He remembered that, yet even so Teddy began to approach the table regardless. The scent of fresh food was too much for his innocent mind to resist. He was in a trance, taking slow steps along the carpet like any other naïve pet would. It was a challenge to climb atop the table since the furniture towered dozens of feet above him. Thankfully, the years of being in Mama’s prized pet had taught him how to get around his enormous home without much trouble. She took away his stairs so he couldn’t just walk up the table, but that was little issue for Teddy. He was resourceful, grabbing hold of a loose thread on the couch and hoisting himself up as if it were a rope. From the couch it was just one skilled leap before he was on the top of the table as well.

The smell of food was even stronger up here. Teddy’s nostrils flared as he followed it over and across the table. There sat the plate, two of them in fact. Each held a modest sandwich that stood at about knee height for Teddy and was as long as his body. He salivated, drool dripping onto his bare chest as he stepped closer. It was his owner’s food but he didn’t care. He began eating away at it anyway, like he’d never been fed a day in his life. It was such a delicious treat; better than any meal he’d ever had before. Genuine ham coated in mustard with a layer of bologna atop that. Easily the greatest bit of food Teddy had ever eaten.

It filled him up in no time at all and he’d barely put a dent in a single sandwich. Although concepts like being full or moderation didn’t exist in Teddy’s simplistic mind. He continued eating even as his stomach started to writhe. Something that tasted so good couldn’t possibly be bad for him. Right? Naturally, after a few more minutes of shoveling down food by force he ended up vomiting. His spew spread atop the sandwich, dripping off one of the sides as Teddy held his stomach and whined.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

His eye’s widened as thunderous footsteps came from the neighboring room. Mama was returning, and it sounded like she wasn’t alone. Teddy gazed at the sandwich, immediately feeling a twang of guilt. If she saw him here she would get mad at him. His simplistic mind ran as fast as it could to try and figure out a way out of this. Then it hit him. If his owner didn’t see him beside the food, then she wouldn’t know it was him. It was foolproof, and incidentally his only option. So he took it and ran to the other side of the table, taking a seat beside a large TV remote like a good pet.

The door opened once again as two giants entered the room. Teddy turned to look at them with wide, innocent eyes. One he recognized immediately as Mama. Of course she was a giant, though her body was also easily twice the width and girth of her companion. Her stomach and chest were swells compared to the other woman, with her limbs being notably thicker as well. The skin-tone dress she wore was very form-fitting, showing off her plump stomach without shame. In much simpler terms; she was a tad overweight. Although weight was a concept far beyond someone of Teddy’s meager understanding. He couldn’t see anything past her thick chest, but with a body like that it was most certainly Mama.

Now the second giantess was an enigma. Unlike Mama she was slim with a tanned, toned physique. She was like most of the other giants Teddy had seen in that she was a complete change from his owner. He didn’t like that. It made them far harder to identify. Not helping was her height also being so great that her face was too far to see. All he could make out was her shorts and the orange midriff baring top she had on.

They both approached, happily making booming chatter with one another and paying Teddy no mind. All the rumbles that escaped their mouths had no meaning whatsoever to him. They both stood hopelessly tall. Too tall to even fully grasp for the naïve pet. More importantly, he was still nervous over the sandwich. But there was no way Mama would ever know it was him.

Or so he thought. It was then that a gasp came from Mama. “Teddy!”

He turned in response to his name and eagerly hurried across the table. “Mama!” Teddy didn’t know many words, but he knew the important one.

Mama however, didn’t seem nearly as thrilled. Her finger pointed to the vomit-covered sandwich. “Bad! That’s a bad boy!”

“How’d he even get up there?” The other giant spoke up. Teddy recognized that voice as Auntie, someone who frequently visited.

Teddy didn’t know why, but he seemed to be getting reprimanded. The young child slinked his head in her shoulders. “Mama?”

“Don’t you ‘Mama’ me! Bad Teddy! That’s a bad Teddy!” He large finger started wagging over his body. Teddy winced, looking utterly horrified as her anger-filled, booming voice continued. “You know better! This is people food!”

“Aw, take it easy on the little guy Celia. He doesn’t know any better. He’s just hungry.” Auntie chimed in softly.

“It’s not about that. He knows better than this Inga. Don’t you?” Mama turned to glare at him, although he couldn’t see her face anyway. “Lay down Teddy.” She ordered in a low tone.

All of that was a lot of words Teddy couldn’t comprehend. Celia? Inga? Hungry? They were just sounds that the bigger people made. But that last phrase was one even Teddy could grasp. It was the posture Mama taught him for whenever he was going to be punished. The child was fearful, his heart pounding like his life were at risk. Why was Mama so mad? All he did was eat some food. Was eating food bad? How did she even know it was him? Such thoughts plagued his mind, albeit in a much more primitive way. Regardless, he didn’t dare disobey Mama. He turned and laid flat on his stomach, sniffling as his eyes started to water.

“Bad!” With another harsh word Mama’s finger came down and smacked against Teddy’s rear. The child cried out, more from horror than any actual pain. The tears were now starting to stream down his cheeks.

“Look at him. Poor baby, he’s crying. It’s not that big of a deal Celia. Just a sandwich.” Auntie piped up once again.

Teddy braced himself for the finger to strike once again, but it never came. Confused, he turned to look back up. Mama’s hand was still there, just not moving.

The giant sighed. “I guess you’re right.” Her hand turned, beckoning Teddy towards it with the same finger that punished him. “Come to Mama.”

Teddy was more than happy to oblige. He was still shaken from the single spank he’d received so he started slow, but the tiny child made his way to her awaiting digits. He wrapped his arms around a finger, nuzzling it affectionately. He looked up, seeing only a swathe of brown hair instead of the giant’s face. The familiar sight brought a smile as he happily gave a couple licks to the finger he was holding.

“Okay okay. That’s enough.” Mama pulled her finger free with ease and rubbed the top of his head with it. Her nail dug behind his ear in just the way he liked. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” She laughed, plucking him up by his chest and setting him back down on the floor at their bare feet. “Lemme just fix up a new sandwich.” Mama leaned over the table and grabbed her plate, exiting the room shortly thereafter.

The next half hour didn’t hold much of interest for Teddy. After making a fresh sandwich Mama and Auntie began to eat, all the while making those indistinct noises to one another. He’d heard his name mentioned a number of times although it was never either of them actively calling him. In fact, neither of them seemed to pay him any mind at all. He amused himself in the meantime though. Laying down on the floor, lazily scratching at whatever itched. Pet things. But it couldn’t stop the boredom from settling in forever. The yearning for attention began, but the two titans in the room hadn’t even looked at him in what felt like ages.

He approached the sets of feet by the couch. “Mama?” Teddy called out, his voice effectively drowned out into insignificance by the booms that were the voices of Mama and Auntie. He crept closer and tried again to the same result. Finally, his gaze settled on their feet. One way or another he was getting petted if he had anything to say about it.

Mama’s foot was of course big, befitting one of her immense stature. Teddy looked down at his own bare feet, then to the women’s toes before him. The idea that they were both the same thing didn’t so much as register. He leaned down beside her big toe, taking one more hopeful look up at Mama. She still didn’t notice him; and so, Teddy gave the toe a couple quick licks.

“Hmm?” Mama’s toe nudged him back in response, the woman leaning forward to see what was up. “Aw, are you bored Teddy? Come here.” Her hand came down, awaiting her pet to step onto it; which Teddy wasted no time in happily doing. “Good boy.” He received pets for his efforts. The fingers rubbed against his back as he was lifted dozens upon dozens of feet up and into Mama’s lap.

“He’s so cute!” Auntie was beside her and happily offered her own finger for belly rubs.

“Isn’t he? Just the cutest little boy right?” Mama asked with the slightest hint of pride in her voice.

Teddy, meanwhile, was loving life. His lips curled into a big smile as he laughed gleefully while immense fingers rubbed and patted his body from all sides. One of Auntie’s fingers was at his chest, close enough for him to lean forward and give it a lick.

“Aw, he gave me a kiss!” The finger went up to scratch behind one of Teddy’s ears. “Such a good boy.”

“…Goooo….d.” The same word came from the young pet, although much slower.

Auntie gasped. “That is just so adorable! I didn’t know they could talk.”

“A few words, yeah.” Mama answered. “I’m still trying to train him though.” Her fingers kept going. “Now where were we?”

Thus the conversation continued, although now Teddy had the joy of receiving his pets the entire time they were speaking. He made himself comfy, nestling against Mama’s squishy leg while the fingers continued rewarding him for how cute he was. It was all the young pet could have ever wanted in life. He sighed in content and laid there for almost a full hour, soon drifting asleep. The leg beneath him shifted however, bringing him back awake before long.

“Well thanks for having me over Celia. We gotta do this again some time.” Teddy opened his eyes in time to see Auntie stand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Her finger rubbed Teddy’s head one final time. “And I’ll see you again soon too.”

“He always misses his Auntie Inga.” Mama chuckled. “Take care.”

“See ya.” With a few towering steps Auntie had left.

Teddy looked back up at his owner, curious as to what was happening and too simple to grasp it. Her fingers wrapped around his smaller body and lifted him up as Mama started to walk. “Now then, I gotta clean up sweetie. So you just be a good boy and stay in your house for a minute okay?” She exited the room. Curious, Teddy looked from his owner’s hand to see where they were.

Like the other room it was one that was familiar to him, but too large for him to grasp what anything truly was. A monumental bed sat in the center, surrounded by a couple mountainous dressers; and sitting atop one of those dressers was a cage. Teddy’s ‘home’. He grimaced a bit at seeing it, giving Mama couple licks to beg her not to.

“Now be a good boy while Mama cleans.” Mama affirmed herself as she opened the latch atop the roof of the cage. Her hand reached down and lowered Teddy near the opening, dropping him into the woodchip-covered floor. The latch shut behind him, effectively sealing him inside. Mama wasted little time in turning back and leaving, Teddy only catching her back as she left.

He sighed and crawled into the soft little pet bed his Mama had bought for him, soon going back to sleep out of boredom. Until such time as he was let out.

“Feeding time~”

It was another boring day. A life with absolute no purpose aside from lying around bored until that voice chimed up. Lassic shot up to his feet and looked outside the glass walls of the ant farm he lived in, into the immense outside world. Through the doorway his owner stepped in, a genial smile on her face as she waved a salt-shaker filled with food flakes at the ant farm enticingly.

As always, Mrs. Briefs took his breath away. A stunning woman with the body of a mature mother and yet the youthful appearance more befitting someone twenty years younger. Yes, she was a beauty in every sense of the word. A curly-haired blonde with wide and thick womanly curves and the self-assuredness to wear the tight-fitting clothes to show it off. Even if she wasn’t the size of a large mountain she was someone hopelessly out of Lassic’s league.

Her steps roared like thunder along the ground, quaking Lassic’s shrunken world with every footfall. Coming to a stop at the ant farm, her expression never budging, Mrs. Briefs held the dispenser at the ready and patiently waited for the various microbes that lived within to clamber up to the surface. Up close her body effortlessly enforced her superior stature to the ant farm dwellers, towering far out of physical comprehension and running for hundreds of feet in all directions.

Lassic trailed behind the others, his legs still a tad wobbly after the prolonged encounter with Mrs. Briefs’s daughter Bulma.  Something of a side effect of being the favorite particular shrinkee of both the mother and daughter he supposed. He pushed himself through it and to the surface lest he miss the precious meal. Much to his surprise, once he broke the surface of the ant farm there was no large pile of food flakes awaiting him. How odd. Usually Mrs. Briefs wasted no time in raining down toddler-sized food flakes upon them.

He looked up only to be met with a swarm of lithe, skyscraper-sized fingers reaching for him. Specifically him. “There you are~” Against the immeasurable digits Lassic had neither the ability nor the desire to resist, only able to accept his fate for whatever whims the blonde giant had in store. Dizziness racked his mind as he was suddenly brought up several miles in seconds, the young man’s ears popping from the pressure.

With Lassic properly secured between her fingernails, Mrs. Briefs upended the food shaker in her other hand. Food flakes half the size of the shrunken ant farm dwellers rained down and forced the smaller people to take cover underground. After a few stern shakes of her wrist Mrs. Briefs put an end to the hail storm of food, leaving thick piles of speck-sized food along the topside of the ant farm. Satisfied, she turned to walk.

In times such as this Lassic always wished he could read Mrs. Briefs’s cryptic smile. Every facet of the woman from the way she walked to the way she talked was a strictly maintained persona of motherhood. Whether that truly was how the woman acted or whether there was a motive behind it he didn’t know. He just knew that practically speaking her smile almost never shifted, and as a result it was always impossible to tell what she was thinking or what she intended to do next. All he could do was be brought along for the ride.

The world was a blur of movement around him. With each step Mrs. Briefs moved miles. Far too much space for Lassic to properly grasp at his size. A world of titans and noises that constantly threatened to deafen. That was all he could comprehend. Odd to think that not too long ago he too stood among these inviolable giants.

After some more steps and a few doors, Mrs. Briefs finally entered what seemed to be a bathroom; complete with tiled floors, cabinets, a toilet, and so on. The air was stifling. Heat and humidity to the point the room felt like a sauna; all stemming from a large, ornate bathtub. Lassic glanced at the tub in awe. In true upper-class fashion it was twice the size of any tub he’d ever seen. The water filling it was constantly releasing a steady amount of steam, giving the room a modest haze.

“Bath time~” With two melodic words Mrs. Briefs explained everything. She set Lassic and the food dispenser down at the base of the tub, wasting no time in starting to remove her orange top.

Lassic grimaced at the food shaker. A none-too-subtle reminder that he had yet to eat. Its towering form seemed to mock him and his hunger by holding what he yearned for far out of reach. Then, with Mrs. Briefs’s sky-rumbling words, it was immediately forgotten as Lassic spun to watch the blonde as she undressed. He was no stranger to the naked form, much less Mrs. Briefs’s, but it never failed to amaze. He watched as the woman struggled to get her top past her chest, finally managing to force it off with one good heave. Her bra-clad chest shook to and fro in its newfound freedom. There, the woman rather unceremoniously unhooked her bra and let her chest jiggle freely. Two build-sized areola seemed to stare Lassic right in the face as Mrs. Briefs leaned over and slid her tight pants off, exposing her wide, juicy rear and luscious thighs. Then with the removal of her panties she was in the nude and stood before the bathtub with no sense of modesty in baring herself in front of the ant-sized young man.

Mrs. Briefs’s body was all encompassing, a vision-filling canvas of motherly beauty that drew Lassic’s baser desires wild. She raised a leg, effortlessly clearing miles of steaming air as her thick foot inched forward. Her sole replaced the sky, curling itself into a vast plain of canyon-esque wrinkles as it hesitantly approached the water. Mrs. Briefs’s shapely toe touched the hot surface and instantly pulled back. “Ah!” The scalding heat took her aback. She tried once more, slowly slipping her bare foot into the water. Taking a deep breath, she did the same with the other and lowered herself further and further until she was properly submerged. “Ahhh…~” Mrs. Briefs let out a content sigh, leaning back and stretching her legs until her feet popped out near Lassic at the opposite end of the tub.

She truly was a sight to behold. A curvy landscape of womanhood that stretched out for as far as Lassic could see. With him at the size of an ant, Mrs. Briefs’s body went on for many miles with nary a flaw to be seen. The smallest bits of her, such as her toes, towered hundreds of feet high. Just simply walking across her body would take the better part of an hour, perhaps longer. Her scale was such that small towns and cities could be crafted atop this woman.  It was hard to picture her as anything but some grand giant who could effortlessly crush the world when in fact she was nothing of the sort. Lassic was merely woefully inferior. To such an extent that even the droplets of water atop the blonde’s body could easily engulf him.

It was such a turn on.

The grand image of Mrs. Briefs’s mature body in the bathtub, partially submerged. Her stature in relation to his. All of it struck a chord within him. He wanted nothing more than to traverse this holy land before him. To fall to his knees and worship the goddess who deigned to grant him this majestic sight. But he didn’t move, merely ogled. At the end of the day it was Mrs. Briefs who dictated what happened. As her microbe, Lassic had no say in the matter whatsoever. In hindsight, perhaps it was the fact that he understood this that made him Mrs. Briefs’s favorite.

Mrs. Briefs was content to simply relish in the tension-easing water. She took a deep breath and exhaled, lazily splashing water atop parts of her body that weren’t submerged. What was easily hot enough water to melt Lassic alive was, to her, a soothing sauna that wore away at the stress in her body. Mrs. Briefs turned to face Lassic, a gentle smile on her face as always. “Why don’t you be a dear and help me wash up?” The woman’s toes flexed as a mature sole was suddenly thrust near Lassic. It may have been phrased like a cutesy request but it was without a doubt a stern order.

Lassic gazed at the foot. Soft, strong enough to crush him a thousand times over beneath its worn surface; and big, very, very very big. No amount of cleaning on Lassic’s part would do a thing to wash away at the dirt on Mrs. Briefs’s wrinkling sole. They both knew it. Of course, it was never a matter about cleaning. No matter what Mrs. Briefs said. He stepped forward and grabbed hold of the rimmed print lines of the blonde’s sole, wet to the touch in a mixture of the sweat she had developed over the course of the day and the bath water. Leaning forward, Lassic began to lick away.

“Such a good boy!” Mrs. Briefs uttered some verbal approval while one of her hands casually fondled a breast as she watched the speck worship her.

It was not the first time Lassic had been tasked with prostrating himself before the blonde giant, and it would be far from the last. Each lick offered Mrs. Briefs’s unique flavor. Her own brand of watered down sweat coated Lassic’s tongue in its salty taste. The shapely foot tensed as he went to work, forming dozens of wrinkles deep enough for the ant-sized young man to venture in; as well as a plethora of handholds for him to use to climb up. Licking every inch of the foot was impossible. There was no two ways about it, especially if Mrs. Briefs expected him to do both. So Lassic focused his climb upwards, licking away at any expanse of foot flesh he happened to reach in the process. Although even this would take much time.

Her foot alone was at least a mile high compared to him. Taller than any building. Wider than any city block. A proper worship of just this one foot would likely talk an entire day. Possibly multiple ones even. A true testament to Lassic’s minute scale. As well as to his work ethic, for the shrunken young man never faltered in his efforts. For the sake of the woman who owned him he licked with no breaks and savored every delicious serving of Mrs. Briefs’s sweat. In another life perhaps he would’ve been far less receptive to this sort of thing, but as a shrunken down speck of a man with nothing else he relished in it.

Alas, even if the lustful side of him adored this; his actual body protested. It wasn’t long before the salt in the foot sweat started to get to him. His tongue began to dry, turning even the reverent worship of Mrs. Briefs’s foot into a painful trial. Every lick felt like sandpaper in his mouth. All the spare reserves of water in his body were depleted, sweated out thanks to the sweltering heat the bath water gave off. His body started to turn on Lassic even further as his stomach growled. Ah yes, he never did get to eat did he?

Still, to Lassic’s credit he pushed himself through it. Granted, he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. His owner was not one who was particularly sympathetic to the plight of her lessers. She merely watched, one hand massaging away at her breast the entire time. Somehow, someway Lassic managed to reach the base of Mrs. Briefs’s toes. The young man looked haggard, covered in sticky sweat and looking ready to pass out from heat stroke. He climbed into the basin between two of the succulent digits, tired and rubbing a now sore throat. There, resting between the blonde’s titanic toes, was a thick pool of water.

It was no doubt contaminated by Mrs. Briefs’s sweat but Lassic didn’t care. He rushed to the pool on all fours and started lapping away eagerly. The sweat managed to sting in his throat, but he forced it down nonetheless. Anything was better than nothing.

“Now that simply won’t do.” Mrs. Briefs let go of her chest to wag a finger.

Confused, Lassic looked up and tilted his head. He’d licked between the woman’s toes before. Many times in fact. So why would she speak up now?

“Silly little bug.” Whatever her reasons were, Mrs. Briefs brought her hand forward and plucked Lassic from between her toes. The world blurred around him once again as he was brought miles over in a second. Only the vague image of Mrs. Briefs’s long, luscious legs was distinct among the rest of the rapidly shifting world. He was set back down on another expanse of skin. “If you’re thirsty you should drink some fresh water.” Mrs. Briefs chuckled as if she were lecturing a dim child.

Taking in his surroundings, Lassic managed a loose idea of where he was. To his back rested Mrs. Briefs’s waist and trailing legs to the foot he had been worshipping in the distance. And ahead of him was a grand field of perfectly smooth skin leading up to the two great swells that were Mrs. Briefs’s bare breasts, each floating tantalizingly above the water. This was the woman’s stomach for sure, and if that was the case that meant…Indeed. Near where he had been set down Lassic saw her navel. A cute hole that went a dozen feet deep and was about as wide as a bathtub ironically. More importantly, Mrs. Briefs’s bellybutton was filled with a pool of water. Sweat was no concern here. It was just a pool of pure, steaming water.

Lassic ecstatically rushed to the navel with a big, grateful smile offered to the looming blonde. He knelt down, taking gratuitous mouthfuls of the pure water. The heat was enough to burn the interior of Lassic’s mouth, but water was water and he was one thirsty man. Mouthful after mouthful was swallowed, and with it he could start to feel the life return to his body. The dryness starting to die down and the saliva slowly returning to his mouth.

“Now what do you say?” Mrs. Briefs flashed her motherly smile at Lassic while one hand cupped a bosom eagerly.

“Thank you!” Lassic cried back, knowing full well there was no way he could be heard.

“Gee, that reminds me, I bet you’re hungry huh?” She asked leadingly. As if to confirm, Lassic’s stomach grumbled again. Chuckling, Mrs. Briefs reached over for the food dispenser she’d brought in with her. “You want some of this?”  The grip on her breast tightened as she lifted it up and rested it right near the center of her chest. Her grip assured it didn’t move back into place as Mrs. Briefs took the food shaker and upended it over her nipple. Dozens of the precious food bits fell, clinging to the pink appendage. “Come and get it~” She said in a singsong voice after putting the dispenser back.

Her breast enticed Lassic in the distance. Now not only one of the most luscious and arousing parts of the giant’s body, but also the resting place for the food his body so desperately craved. The food flakes were visible from where he was, adhered to wet, pink mass that was Mrs. Briefs’s erect nipple. Resting there against her torso. Placed just for him. All he had to do was make the great trek along the blonde’s flawless body and claim the meal for his own.

When he started running towards her awaiting nip Lassic did not know. One moment he was beside Mrs. Briefs’s navel and the next he wasn’t. Such was the temptation the offered breast had for him. Reinvigorated by fresh water, Lassic’s body felt the lightest that it had all day, his feet practically gliding along the taut surface of Mrs. Briefs’s stomach. A moving blemish along the woman’s otherwise pristine skin. Subtleties like that were what elevated her charm. He ran and ran and ran, fueled by the desire for food and breasts, and crossed over a mile in minutes.

Finally, he came upon it in all its glory. An erotic pink appendage that rested against the fair skin of her torso. Lassic inched closer, the erect nip several times his size. It was a siren that was controlling his every movement with its allure. Unable to help himself, Lassic laid his hands on the rose-colored skin. A food flake laid right before his visage; almost as if it were offering itself to him. Locked away in the wrinkles of Mrs. Briefs’s nipple along with dozens of other flakes.  His stomach grumbled once more.

“Go ahead.” Mrs. Briefs gently nudged her breast against Lassic.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Bolstered by the giant and fully enraptured by her glistening breast, Lassic threw himself as the nipple, eating the specks from the pink wrinkles like the servile insect he had been trained to be. It was delicious. A Godsend to his ailing stomach that was only enhanced by Mrs. Briefs’s natural flavor. Once he took the first bite he couldn’t stop. His tongue exited from its lair and danced around the pink skin, soaking in every bit of flavor he could of the food bit he could. While sizable, the flakes were far from filling. As a result, Lassic was forced to truly dig deep and lick and bite at every crevice Mrs. Briefs’s nipple offered. He was in a hunger and arousal induced frenzy; throwing himself at the appendage with all of his meager might.

“Such a good boy.” The giantess’s rumbling voice approved. Her free hand ventured further down, calmly patting at her sex while she watched like an impartial, motherly God. The slightest of blushes filled her cheeks.

Such lewdness was only mirrored by Lassic as he crawled further up the nipple. His duty was two-fold: to search for as much food as possible and to pleasure Mrs. Briefs to the best of his microbial abilities. Thankfully, the two came in tandem naturally as he ate. The more he ate and cleansed from his owner’s body the more she was pleasured. Before long food wasn’t even a factor, as Lassic ate enough to satiate his stomach and focused solely on appeasing the giant.

“Ahhh~” A soft moan escaped Mrs. Briefs’s lips after a few more moments. The hand between her legs quickened its pace and the other squished firmly into her breast. She looked directly at Lassic and smiled. Immediately after her breast inched forward and bowled him over.

The world grew dark as firm, milky skin surrounded Lassic from all sides. Just by moving an inch he was overcome by the breast and pinned under its mountainous mass. Too giant and firm to escape its immense weight and yet too soft to properly crush him. Lassic was merely trapped. Mrs. Briefs’s heartbeats could be heard through her skin, growing ever faster the more she pleasured herself. He was but an ant in a sea of tit, driven to push back against the all-encompassing boob by his survival instincts to no avail. All his squirms and attempts to push back against it only sank his limbs into the impenetrable wall of jiggling flash.

“Ahhh!” Another moan. Mrs. Briefs’s heartbeat grew even faster. Having been her pet for a long time now, Lassic knew that his futile struggles got the woman going better than anything. Who was he not to deliver?

Thus, with a faint grin, Lassic gave it his all against the breast. Kicks, punches, bites, indistinct struggling. Everything his body was capable of he did; and all of it amounted to nothing beneath the fleshy mound. His self-preservation started to calm as his body realized he wasn’t in true danger. Even so he pushed on for the sake of the milf he wanted to impress.

Mrs. Briefs’s breaths grew frequent and sharp, more like pants at this point. All the sounds of her body beginning to climax rippled throughout her body loud enough or Lassic to hear. Finally, “Ahhhhhhhhh~” One long, content moan. With it, everything started to wind down.

“Such a good little bug.” The motherly woman lifted her breast after regaining herself. “Hmm?” She blinked. Lassic wasn’t there. That was when it hit her. “Oh my.” Her hand came up to stifle a chuckle. Thanks to the humidity and the moisture clinging to every facet of her body, Lassic was adhered to the bottom of her breast like a speck of dirt. “Aren’t you just a sweetie?” Mrs. Briefs’s lithe, pruney fingers came in quick, effortlessly peeling Lassic off with a manicured nail. The world was a blur once more as he was moved onto a new pink mass; a far softer one.

Lassic gave a sheepish chuckle one he realized where he was. The light pink coloring. The silk-like feeling to the touch. The warmth that permeated the area. He was atop Mrs. Briefs’s lower lip.

“Someone deserves a reward for being such a good boy!”

Her voice was utterly deafening at such close range. Just the slightest movements of Mrs. Briefs’s lips threatened to send Lassic flying into the scalding water. The words were unintelligible. More like vague heavenly roars than any form of dialect. Though he was aware he was being praised at least. The ground beneath Lassic shifted, the lips pursing together and wrinkling as they parted ever so slightly. Not one to wait, Mrs. Briefs’s finger came in and pushed Lassic further up, where her lips enveloped him in their divine embrace. Like being swallowed in the softest blanket imaginable. Lassic could feel any gripes or exhaustion in his body fade away, replaced by the satisfaction of earning his owner’s affection.

Mrs. Briefs pulled him back after a second, a thin strand of saliva connecting Lassic to her lower lip before finally breaking. “Now what would I do without such a good little bug like you hmm?”

Lassic rubbed the back of his head as he was dangled over Mrs. Briefs’s grand, sprawling visage. Praise from such a wonderful woman often times left him utterly speechless. Not that she’d have heard him in the first place anyway. Or cared what he had to say for that matter.

“Buuuuuuut~” The blonde’s smile widened. “You’re still not done I’m afraid.”

Eh? Lassic stared blankly at Mrs. Briefs. What else was there? He’d already cleaned her feet and helped her climax. Surely she didn’t expect to do much more. At least while she was still in the bath tub.

“You missed a spot.” Mrs. Briefs chuckled. Everything rumbled as she spun around in the bath tub. Tsunamis roared over the porcelain sides; a literal steaming ocean thrown into pandemonium while the giantess shifted her body. Hundreds of gallons of waters rained off of the woman’s body only to be replaced the second she re-submerged. Hanging high above it all by the nails on Mrs. Briefs’s hand, Lassic was treated to the entire cataclysmic view of the woman simply turning over. Now it was Mrs. Briefs’s backside that hung above the water, fresh clouds of steam still radiating from her body.

Lassic could see the ‘spot’ Mrs. Briefs was referring to. It was hard not to honestly. With her backside facing the open air only one part of her body jutted out from the water’s surface: her rear. The wide, curvaceous butt cheeks of the blonde stood above the water like a pair of moons on the horizon. While not as overtly large as her bosom, they still stood hundreds of feet high and ran for hundreds more in all directions. Lassic gulped, his heart starting to pound excitedly.

“Now be a good little boy and finish up.” Mrs. Briefs laughed before swinging her hand over her rear and releasing Lassic, watching him bounce against her rear on landing.

What a day it was to be alive. Feet, breasts, mouth, and Mrs. Briefs’s butt all in one venture? The stars seemed to have aligned for Lassic as he fell against the jiggling surface and bounced up a dozen feet before landing back in the sea of womanly skin. There was no time to waste; not with his all-powerful owner watching him expectantly. Lassic fell on all fours, leaning forward to lick away at the mighty hindquarters of Mrs. Briefs. Having been submerged for so long, its taste was pure and devoid of the usual salty twang of sweat. His hands rubbed against the pristine curvature of Mrs. Briefs’s rear, sinking into the meaty surface as he kissed and licked.

It was a full body massage using everything Lassic had left in him. Even if all logic dictated that the massage was meaningless and only served to degrade him. Even if it was pointless to do so. Mrs. Briefs was watching, and that was all the reason he needed to throw his all into it. Just the knowledge that she was watching him appease her, that was enough to push him on. His hands gripped at the butt cheeks and pressed against them as hard as he could muster, limbs sinking into firm, toned flesh. Like the rest of her figure it seemed to be sculpted to perfection. Just like Mrs. Briefs’s unflinching personality.

“Hmm…” It was a rare moment when Mrs. Briefs’s smile faltered, but here it did. She watched Lassic give it his all and worshipping literally one of the lowest parts of her. Normally that was enough to satiate her desires. So why? “Hmm…” The giant mother tapped one her lips, humming in deep thought. It was disconcerting to say the least; and yet, as quickly as it had left the smile returned wider than ever. As if a decision were made in Mrs. Briefs’s mind.

Her hand reached out towards the faucet for the tub and flicked a switch. Loud gurgling commenced as the water started to drain. “Sorry little guy, but I’m getting all pruney.” She said apologetically.

Lassic stopped and looked up, tilting his head. Understandable, since he’d literally only just started. Why would Mrs. Briefs bother putting him there in the first place if she was just going to exit the bath?

As if reading his mind, Mrs. Briefs chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you stay there until you finish. Just hold still.” Her fingers returned in all of their pruned, skyscraper-sized glory. Without pause or concern, Mrs. Briefs pushed Lassic against the slick surface of her rear for hundreds of feet.

Alarmed, Lassic’s eyes shot to wherever he was being pushed. From his perspective it was like a deep canyon where the two tall hills that were Mrs. Briefs’s butt cheeks met. A crevice that went for hundreds of feet and was just as deep as it was long, leading into a barely visible wrinkly hole. Between Mrs. Briefs’s butt cheeks, that was where he was going.

The cheeks were already spread ever so slightly thanks to Mrs. Briefs’s posture. As if they were welcoming Lassic to the meaty prison that awaited him once he was thrust inside. He had no choice in the matter, forced all the way to the valley by the unrelenting digits. Mrs. Briefs didn’t hesitate for a moment as she slid Lassic between her butt cheeks. The curvature took over as he neared it, sliding him haplessly into the folds of Mrs. Briefs’s rear. The cheeks smashed together as the blonde clenched her rear, effectively trapping Lassic in the intense pressure of her ass as she finally clambered from the tub.

“Hmmm hmm~ Hmm hmmm~” Mrs. Briefs stepped from the tub soaking wet, humming innocently to herself. It was as if all the lewd activities in the tub hadn’t happened, or that there wasn’t a young man currently struggling in the vice grip of her butt cheeks. Mrs. Briefs just maintained her motherly smile and set about drying herself off with a towel.

“Hmm hmmm hmmm~ Hmm hmmm….hmm?” She paused and looked back at her rear. Lassic was struggling as he oft did when thrown into a new situation, but something was missing.

SMACK!

A loud sound echoed in the bathroom as Mrs. Briefs spanked her own butt, sending the rear into intense jiggling. The message was clear, and soon Lassic went back to worshipping her from his new position.

“Good boy.” Mrs. Briefs swiftly resumed humming, getting dried off so she could spend the day with her favorite plaything in her rear.

David’s life was hell. An inescapable, grueling, unyielding hell. Darkness overwhelmed all his senses. The pitch black void was all he could see; even though he logically understood full well where he was. Where he had been for several hours now. His body was crushed under intense pressure, only letting up briefly every few moments before forcefully crushing him once again. Air was limited, tainted by the thick odor that made even simply breathing a chore.

As surreal as it was to imagine, he was in a shoe. His friend’s shoe in fact. A shoe she was currently wearing. Hence, the being constantly crushed and the lack of vision. Although, if he had to be technical it may have been more accurate to say David was under her foot mores o than inside her shoe. The shoe was just an incidental facet of the grander curse of being permanently trapped under the woman’s foot.

The woman was his best friend Nina, an attractive brunette with a penchant for the punk and gothic aesthetic. With every step her mighty, nylon-clad foot squished against David, crushing him enough to illicit pain but never enough to deal the killing blow. Not that David was sure he even could die in his current state. Nina was always such a lovely woman. A bit teasing sure, but never outright cruel or the like. It was a tough pill to swallow that she was now the one so effortlessly tormenting her tiny best friend, not even aware she was doing it either.

It all started…Well, David wasn’t even quite sure himself. It wasn’t long enough that David was just a regular person. He had a job, a family, and a good number of close friends. Of course Nina was always among his closest. Perhaps that was why her girlfriend didn’t take too kindly to him. Jealousy was a cruel mistress, even crueler than Nina’s foot. He’d only heard of the details secondhand, but apparently Nina and her girlfriend Kim got into a fight about him. Kim was jealous and wanted Nina to stay away from him, and Nina, rightfully so, refused. Disagreements turned to arguments, and arguments soon turned into a break-up. A shame too. Attractive as Nina was, David would never have pursued a relationship with her. He respected her far too much to try and compromise her sexuality and relationship like that.

Were Kim any other person the story would’ve just ended there. A lovely couple broken up over petty grievances. Not the first and far from the last. Unfortunately, there was one thing about Kim nobody seemed to know. Silly as it sounded, she was a witch. A rather powerful one at that. The last memory David had of his regular stature was a surprise visit from the rather butch lesbian. Fury in her eyes, she raised her hands and a bright light shined forth. From there…nothing. He was unconscious, only barely hearing Kim’s booming words echo in his head.

“This curse will teach you for getting between me and her.” The rumbling voice echoed with spite.

David awoke to a sudden burst of pain, and then another. Where was he? Every few moments light filled his entire world and was promptly snuffed out. His body was crushed against something soft and grimy. A familiar scent flooded his nostrils as another ground-shaking voice began to speak. That was when he’d realized he’d been placed beneath Nina’s foot.

The ‘curse’ as Kim called it was really rather simple. David had been shrunken down and magically placed beneath his best friend’s foot. Any attempts to free himself failed. His body was forcefully adhered to Nina’s unrelenting sole; and even if he could move he never had more than a moment before the foot crushed him once again. Escape was nigh impossible. Such was the point. Ironic how David, a man with an admitted foot fetish, now found his life being squandered away being the sole of his dear friend.

This all had happened days ago, with the only break David ever got was when Nina was asleep. Any other time the woman was constantly on the move and he took the full brunt of her every step. It was difficult to even find the energy to weep anymore. The man was so thoroughly crushed and pulverized he’d been reduced to a shell of his former self. The outside world was just that: a world outside of his reach. Even if it was literally inches away he couldn’t hope to rejoin it. Once he’d had that realization he cried until Nina’s foot stomped down on him once again.

Maybe the worst part of all of this; she didn’t even know. Nina’s foot had taken everything away from her best friend. His life, his dignity, his hopes, all of it; and she wasn’t even aware she was doing it. His body has long since been crushed into the ball of her foot, barely an inch-tall by human standards. The pain each step brought was insurmountable, more than David had ever felt in his life. Every waking moment felt like his body would just explode into a thick pile of blood and gore, but it never did. He was forced to endure as someone with the weight of a mountain casually went about her day.

The inside of Nina’s shoe was a sauna, ripe with the woman’s body heat and sweat earned throughout the day. Maybe even worse within her nylon. David was lost in what seemed like an endless stream of foot sweat. The sticky, salty liquid ran all along his body and down Nina’s instep. There was nothing odd about it, but at David’s scale it bordered on waterboarding. He gasped for the already limited air as large streams trickled against him, only earning a modest mouthful of the foul sweat. He swallowed to try and satiate the thirst that had been plaguing him for what felt like forever. Being cursed hadn’t removed his need to eat or drink, and given his current situation…Suffice to say it wasn’t long before desperation had him licking and eating whatever he could to get by. Time hadn’t made it any easier sadly. He liked feet well enough but this was far behind even what he could tolerate.

He wondered how he must have looked now. Sure, he was never a model or anything but David had some reasonably good looks. But now he had to wonder. His body was probably mangled in some way, deformed and misshapen from the endless hours of being crushed. His clothes had been reduced to sweaty tatters that barely clung to his skin. To say nothing of whatever gallons of foot sweat did to his body and hair. He had to have looked abysmal. Like an actual bug stuck to the bottom of Nina’s foot.

Another painful stomp hit, followed by yet another. In an odd way the pain was refreshing. It showed that David still had feeling left in his body even after everything he’d endured. He winced each time, the bones in his body feeling as though they were rattling. It had already been hours since Nina had left for what David assumed was work. The voices outside were too muffled for his crushed ears to grasp to be certain.

Hours of this grueling punishment continued. Until finally, after an eternity, David felt the brisk cool air of the outside world along his body.

Nina drew in a sharp breath as she pulled her foot from her shoe. “David!”

David’s heart sank. Nina had her shoe off. That meant it was time for this mocking scene to play out again.

“You say something?” He recognized that voice as Mary, his blonde friend.

“David!” Nina repeated as if that explained anything. “H-He’s stuck to my foot!”

“Good.” A third voice…was that Cait? His short-haired female friend? She scoffed from wherever she was in the outside world. “Keep that little runt where he belongs. Little foot freak.”

“How can you say that?!” Nina trod towards her, her foot doing unyielding harm to the man stuck in her nylon. “Ah, sorry David. Here, let me…help…?” She reached down to remove her nylon, but as if by magic her hands suddenly went numb. They couldn’t move. In fact, her foot sweat seemed to have intensified for her efforts, nearly drowning the shrunken man.

“Huh?” She frowned and tried again to the same end.

The group didn’t remember it, but this very scene had played out almost half a dozen times now. Once Nina had discovered him David was certain his hell was finally over. Alas, it seemed Kim was always one step ahead. Any attempts to free him from his fate always ended in failure for one reason or another. Be it the ridicule of his large, suddenly cruel friends. Or magic preventing Nina from doing it herself. All it was was freedom being dangled just out of reach. Even worse, the second Nina put her shoes back on she would forget he was ever there and the whole scene would play out again like clockwork.

“Help me get him out of there!” Nina pleaded to her two friends.

“As if.” Mary snorted. “What’s the big deal? Didn’t he like feet anyway?”

“I think I caught him staring at mine once the little perv.” Cait said as a serious of booms trembled along the ground.

“Hey, what’re you-“

BOOOOOM

Like thunder, Cait’s foot stomped Nina’s. Not enough to hurt the young gothic woman, but plenty to double David’s hell. “How do you like my feet now?” She chuckled as she looked down at their feet. “I bet he’s down there licking your foot now the little bastard.”

“Cait!” Nina hopped back with a livid tone. “How could you? You’re his friend! And you too Mary!”

They both just shrugged.

“I can’t believe you two!” Nina lifted her foot and glanced at the meek, helpless little David. “It’s okay David. I’ll figure something out. Kim did this, right?”

David weakly nodded. He already knew how this scene was gonna play out. The exact same way it always had. All he could do was just play his part to keep things moving along. It didn’t matter anyway.

Nina huffed and carefully approached the door, essentially hopping on one leg as she neared her shoes. A thought crossed her mind and she grimaced. “Just hang on man, I’ll get Kim to undo this. But I’ll need my shoes. Just…try to hold on okay?”

Thus, his friend very gingerly slipped her foot into her shoes. From there the curse did its magic to undo the whole scene. Nina blinked. “Huh? What was I…?” She looked around, perplexed to see her two friends casually seated together. “You guys?”

“You joining us or what?” Mary asked, her own memory of the affair already altered as well.

“I…” Nina paused. “I…guess so…”

Within her shoes David could feel a deep weight within his chest. There was no escape from his fate. He was doomed to spend the rest of his life beneath Nina’s foot. Before long even she likely won’t care about or remember him. He’d just be an insect beneath her foot, desperately clinging to life with the dirt decorating her soles and her sweat. As he realized that David wept, and braced himself for another long night beneath his best friend.

CA-CHINK

Tina jumped as she heard the doorknob turn, gears clicking subtly before finally allowing the door to fully open. Her breath came in sharp. There she was. The girl who owned her body and soul. The most important person in Tina’s world. Ashley, her sister. Her princess.

“I’m home.” Ashley lazily declared if it wasn’t clear enough. The young blonde stepped inside of Tina’s room as if she owned it. “You done yet?” She looked up at her older sister, her tone commanding if not a bit bored.

“O-Of course.” Tina nervous stuttered. Her preteen sister had made her orders very clear; write a five-page paper about the Founding Fathers and she’d get a special surprise. After getting back from school and her own papers Tina wasted no time in getting to work. It was by sheer luck she’d managed to finish ten minutes before Ashley returned. “Here you go Princess.” She handed the thin stack of papers with a humble nod.

“Cool.” Her sister took the papers and began to look them over, taking a seat on Tina’s bed. One of her legs was stretched out expectantly. No words were needed to understand what it was she desired.

Knowing this, the elder sister quietly approached Ashley and fell to her knees. Her eyes trailed up Ashley’s petite frame, filled with reverence for the young girl. She’d been skating again. Tina could tell by the thick layers of sweat sticking to Ashley’s body. As well as the familiar musk that wafted into her nostrils. The familiar senses made Tina shudder as she continued to look up at her younger sister. Today the smaller blonde opted for a pink sweater and a skirt to go with her favorite uggs. Emblazoned across her chest was the title Ashley demanded to be referred to: Princess.

As far as Tina was concerned she was a princess. All that and more. Her hands wrapped around Ashley’s shoe and gently pulled it off, the unique scent she’d grown accustomed to wafting into her face. Her younger sister didn’t have any reaction as Tina leaned forward and took a couple small sniffs. She shuddered, planting her lips along the base of Ashley’s sweaty sole. The familiar taste of sweat graced her lips, pushing her to go further. Before Tina realized it her tongue was out and dancing along the slender foot of her sister.

“Seems alright.” Ashley set the papers down with a shrug and smirked at Tina. Her sole pulled away from Tina to give a light smack to her cheek. “Open wide~” Of course Tina did as commanded, and was swiftly met with Ashley’s big toe entering her mouth. “Good girl. Now suck on my cute little toe since you like it so much. Kay slave?” She gave a particularly bratty grin as Tina only offered muffled responses.

Like a good pet, Tina sucked and savored the digit within her mouth. Her hands carefully grabbed at Ashley’s foot, thumbs pressing against her instep to offer a very light massage while she sucked.

“Man you’re pathetic. I know my toes must reek.” Ashley laughed. “But you’re still my sister. My little loser of a sis.” The toe swirled around in Tina’s mouth, forcing its way into all the various spots before pulling out. “Thanks for doing my homework.” It almost sounded like she was actually grateful too.

Tina was having a splendid time. Her heart fluttered as she was belittled. Ashely was entirely right. That was why she was the Princess and Tina was the humble slave. Still, humble slave that she was, she couldn’t help but recall a particular thing Ashley had said. She looked up at Ashley, expecting it at any moment.

For her part, Ashley seemed more enamored with her fingernails than paying any mind to Tina. Eventually however, the look her plaything was giving her was noticed. “Huh? What’re you looking at me like that for?” She arched an eyebrow before it finally clicked. “Oh yeah. You want your surprise don’t you?” She laughed. “I almost forgot. Sure, I’ll give it to you. But only if you ask nicely.”

“Please Princess.” Tina whimpered almost immediately. “Can I please have my surprise?”

“Hmm…” Ashley wore a devious smirk as she made a show of thinking about. “Hmmmmmm….Nah.” She giggled at the shocked look her sister made.

“P-Princess!”

SMACK

Her younger sister’s dainty foot had smacked Tina across the face. None too gently either. A sweaty facsimile remained on her cheek. “Excuse me? Do I need to remind you who’s in charge here? If I don’t wanna give you something, then I don’t have to. Got it?” There was no crossing the authoritative tone the young preteen held.

“N-No…” Like the sucker she was, Tina lowered her head in defeat.

“Tch.” Ashley clicked her tongue as if annoyed. “You’re so sad. God.” She rolled her eyes. “How much do you love me?”

 Tina’s eyes widened. “More than anything.” She answered truthfully. “You…give my life meaning Princess. You own me.” How sad it was that all of what she was saying was how she really felt. Tina looked over at the foot that had smacked her and gave it a loving kiss. “My purpose in life is to serve you. I’d do anything for you.”

Even Ashley wasn’t so callous as to be untouched by the display. A cute blush graced her face. “Anything huh?” She scratched her cheek. “Weeeeeellllll…I have been wanting to go shopping with Stacy forever. But I don’t have a lot of money…”

“I have money!” Tina piped up without a second thought. “Lots of it. I’ve been saving my allowance since I never need to use it.”

Ashley shook her head. “Come on, even if you’re my slave Sis, I could never take your money like that.”

“No!” Tina exclaimed a bit too loudly. She shook her head desperately. “Please, it’d be my pleasure to spoil you like the little Princess you are. Your friend too!” The last thing she wanted was for her perfect little sister to be left wanting.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Well gee.” Ashley squealed happily as her bare toes kicked against her sister’s chest. “You’re the best Sis! Alright, just cause you’re such a good little slave.” She took a deep breath. “Close your eyes.”

Tina wasted no time. The older sister awaited her surprise most eagerly, eyes shut like the good little pet that she was. She could hear her sister moving. What was she going to do? Step on her? Shrink her again? Feed her something from her foot? The titillating possibilities were endless.

PLOP

Something was tossed onto Tina’s face. Cloth judging by the texture. Wet cloth at that. She took a slight sniff. Sweat, mixed with…something. How odd. Whatever it was that was on her visage was so familiar she had the word on the edge of her tongue. A sock? No. A shirt? No. A skirt? Also no. What was it? Whatever it must have been, Tina winced as the cloth tightened around her. It was being tugged, apparently to fit around her head.

Whatever it was, Ashley sure seemed to find it hilarious. Loud laughter came from the young girl as she audibly reeled back in the bed. “Oh my God!” She cackled. Mechanical clicks sounded off. Tina felt an instinctive flush crawl up to her cheeks. It was unmistakably the sound of a camera phone, which meant whatever was on her face was something most embarrassing indeed.  That was nothing new. She just wanted to know what it was so she could proceed already.

“Alright alright. You can open your eyes. No moving though.”

At Ashley’s command Tina’s eyes fluttered open. The cloth covering her face let her eyes open but had them pulled out, restraining her vision somewhat. It laid across her entire face with an eerily familiar musty scent. But what?

Wearing a grin that seemed to barely fit on her face, Ashley brought her phone near Tina to show the picture she’d taken. Tina gasped.

It was a picture of her with a pair of plain white panties were wrapped around her head, visibly wet from a day’s worth of sweat. Spread across the top of the picture was the loving caption Pan-Tina. Now that it was far too late she recognized the musk for what it was. Her heart threatened to escape from her lacking chest. This smell, her sister’s smell. All hers. She took a deep breath, shuddering. Even after all this time her younger sister found new ways to humiliate her. This was why she was the master and Tina was the weak servant.

Ashley seemed to find the whole affair hilarious, laughing gleefully as she watched her elder sister shamelessly take in deep whiffs of her used panties. “Surprise!” Her feet kicked against Tina’s abdomen in excited spasms. “Tiny Tina wearing my panties on her face! Pan-Tina!” She snorted and her voice cracked as she maintained her roaring laughter.

“T-Thank you.” Tina mumbled gratefully as she took another deep breath and savored the scent. This was her reward for being such a good pet for all these weeks. Even better, she would soon get to treat her dear little Princess to a fun day of shopping. And her friend too she supposed, but that wasn’t nearly as important.

Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

Twenty-four hours was a hellishly long time to wait. Tina could barely contain herself. She wore a rare cute outfit today. After all, she couldn’t look like a slouch if she was expected to be out in public with her flawless little sister. They were almost ready to go, just waiting on Ashley’s friend to show up so they could finally head out. They were passing time as they always did in the meanwhile; with a loving foot massage for her little Princess.

Thank goodness their parents were out. What a scene it would’ve been to stumble upon. Ashley lazily watching TV while her old sister was on all fours, giving a deep massage to her feet with her face far too close for comfort. Thankfully that wasn’t to be an issue. Tina was free to massage to her heart’s content.

DING-DONG

Finally. The doorbell rang. Ashley pulled her foot back and pointed over to the doorway. “Stay low to the ground.” She ordered briefly before hopping off the couch to answer the door, Tina faithfully crawling behind her. Tina stopped where her sister had pointed and turned to face the door. A part of her grew concerned. Wouldn’t her friend think this was odd of her? Sure, she and Ashley knew their relationship was anything but normal; but that was strictly a thing kept between them. When it came to everyone else they went to great lengths to keep it a secret, even to their own parents.

Well, Ashley’s reasoning was far beyond anything she could control anyway. So long as her sister was happy she would be too. Still, the worry’s plagued her as the door opened.

“Hiya Stacy.” Ashley greeted her friend in a voice far friendlier than the one she used when casually dominating her sister. “Come on in.”

From Tina’s perspective it was two pairs of feet entering rather than two people. There were the familiar petite feet of Ashley. Then there was her friend’s…rather larger pair of sandal-clad feet. Unable to help herself, Tina looked up, the nerdy girl gasping.

Stacy was a woman. Or rather, she looked like one. The girl was a case of puberty hitting early, standing at a full 5 “8” with bright blonde hair and curves that already put Tina’s to shame despite being younger. Compared to this taller woman she was just inferior in damn near every way. Figures that her perfect sister would have equally perfect friends. Just figures.

“So this is the pet huh?” Stacy looked down at Tina with a laugh.

“Yup.” Ashley grinned. “Say hi like I trained ya Sis.”

Like she trained her? All Ashley had trained Tina to do was- Oh. She gulped. If that was what her little Princess wanted. It seemed the secret was out anyway. She crawled forward like a glorified animal, pressing her lips to the pink-tips of Stacy’s shapely toes. The taste was not unlike Ashley’s, though it offered its own unique flavor she noted.

“Trained her well I see.” The tall blonde nodded approvingly. “She already gave you the money?”

“Not yet. Oh Sis~” Ashley chuckled. “You have the money?”

Of course she did, who did Ashley think she was? Not her perfect little pet? Taking great care not to sit too far upright and insult her betters, Tina reached into her pocket and pulled out a thick wad of bills. All her savings over the last few years, easily a few hundred dollars at a lowball estimate. Possibly even a thousand at a high estimate.

“What a good girl.” It was Stacy who reached down to grab the money, easily taking it from Tina’s meek hands. “Ready to ditch this loser and go shopping then Ash?”

What? No! That wasn’t the plan at all. This was supposed to be Tina’s chance to treat and spoil her Princess. Not this random girl’s! The two sides within Tina warred. On one hand, she was a pet and her opinion didn’t matter to those better than her. On the other, she wanted to be the one to spoil her sister dammit!

It must’ve been written on her face, since both girls looked at Tina with mirth. “Looks like she doesn’t like that idea.” Ashley snickered.

“Who cares what she thinks?” Stacy’s large foot slipped from its sandal and pressed against Tina’s back, lightly staining her nice shirt with freshly-worked up sweat. “She already gave us her money. Why should we hang out with her?” The foot lifted and came back down callously, pushing Tina against the floor with but a single stomp.

“P-P-Please…”

“Eh?” They both had their eyes on Tina. In a rare moment the meek girl spoke up of her own accord rather than being ordered.

“Please take me with you. I want to spoil my Princess…” The edges of her eyes were watering as she whimpered. The nerdy girl was so genuinely heartbroken she was beginning to cry. “Please.” Her lips kissed at Ashley’s toes. “Please!” Another kiss, followed by another plead and another kiss.

“God Sis, keep it together. This isn’t cool.”

“Nah it’s fine.” Stacy smirked. “Alright Tina, you can come along.” She reached over into her purse and rifled within.

“Really?” Tina looked up, wide eyed and beginning to smile before she was met with the end of a very familiar-looking gun.

“Really.” Stacy nodded as she pulled the trigger on the shrinking gun.

The familiar vertigo of shrinking overtook Tina, her body going numb as the world around her grew into a literal world of giants. The two younger girls soon towered over her as she neared an inch in height.

“Did I forget to mention Stacy’s the friend who liked to lend me her shrink gun?” Ashley’s voice boomed as she took equally thunderous steps around her sister.

“Just doing my part to help a buddy out.” Stacy grinned. Her foot lifted, hovering dangerously over Tina with large, eager toes. The sole wrinkled, giving Tina a bit of foreboding teasing. “After all, I love nothing more than crushing little dorks like you.”

The foot came down like thunder, easily crushing Tina into the carpeted floor. Her sole, still slicked with sweat from the day, ground against her like a cigarette as the two giants rumbled with laughter. Just as the foot lifted another one stomped in its place, smaller, and more familiar to Tina.

“So do I.” Ashley twisted her foot against her sister with her hands on her hips.

“Hate to break it to you Tina, but we can’t be seen out in public with someone like you.” Stacy mocked with another strong stomp. Her toes gripped Tina’s head in a vice grip, forcing her to take deep breaths of the sweat-laden skin while they squeezed ‘til she cried out in pain. “I don’t care how much you wanna spoil your little sis, but right now you’re not spoiling anybody. Look at you. Can’t even fight our feet, and you wanna hang out with us?” She scoffed.

“She’s not all bad.” Ashley admitted when her turn for punishing came, rubbing her toes against her sister’s helpless back. “Just a dweeb.”

“Either way. We can’t be seen in public with her.”

“Yeah.”

Tina was crushed. Not literally, well, okay literally. But all the stomps in the world wouldn’t have registered to her right now. All she wanted to do was spend a loving day with her sister. A day where, for once, she wasn’t on her knees licking at her toes. Just a nice, normal day of spoiling her sister the old fashioned way, with over-priced clothes and things to play with. Yet, even that was beyond her realm as a pet. She should’ve known better, but she dared to hope; and now those hopes were dashed by the unyielding soles of Stacy and Ashley.

Large fingers picked up her up, holding her rather painfully before dropping her onto a familiar surface. Tina landed with a soft thud against what felt like worn foam. A smell was in the air, not unlike Ashley’s feet but its own unique beast. Then it clicked. This was Stacy’s sandal.

“I’m going to walk all over you Slave.” The blonde said coldly as her toes came into view above Tina. She didn’t even have the strength to fight against the unyielding digits. Her body went limp as she braced herself for the inevitable torment of being worn as an insole by the towering blonde. Everything went dark as the toes overcame her.

“Now be a good girl and lick her foot while you’re down there!” Ashley was leaned over Stacy’s foot, calling down to the girl now trapped underfoot. “I always brag about you at school so you gotta make me look good!”

“So far she is.” Stacy chuckled. “Well with that out of the way…” She flashed the thick wad of money she grabbed from Tina. “Shall we.”

“Let’s.”

It was looking to be a bright day for the two girls, and a very dark day for Tina.