Aubreigh stepped out of the SUV, her toes shimmering with the vibrancy of a fresh pedicure in her flip flops. The newfound ease of walking was a welcome change from the burden of her dad stuck beneath her feet. She could still feel the lump of his tiny body between her breasts, sitting still and behaving well. She looked down and noticed that she could still see a little bit of him revealed in her cleavage. “Sorry daddy, but this is for your own good,” she whispered, and pushed him deeper into the depths of her cleavage.

              Andrew was sandwiched so tightly between the heavy mountains of flesh that he couldn’t move, even if he wanted to. He just laid there, suffocating at the mercy of his daughter’s oversized boobs. But he was too tired to even be mad, oxygen was scarce and difficult to obtain. He just hoped this would be over soon.  

Aubreigh and her mother approached the policewoman who was at their door. She had been knocking when the pair pulled up.

“Can I help you, officer?” Natalie asked with practiced politeness. It came across as sincere to the policewoman, but Aubreigh could see through her mother’s fakeness.

"Good evening, ma'am," the policewoman replied. "I'm Officer Mueller, and this is Officer Wade." She extended her hand, revealing a minuscule yet strikingly handsome policeman nestled in her palm. His expression was a mix of stern and exasperated.

Detective Wade glanced at his partner and shook his head. "For the last time, it's Detective Wade, not officer."

"Oh, of course," Officer Mueller corrected with an apologetic smile. "Detective Wade received a call from the Anna Maria Police Department in Florida concerning a missing employee at the Emerald Palms resort. They've requested our assistance in following up with you."

Both Natalie and Aubreigh couldn't tear their eyes away from the tiny detective. "Oh, I apologize," Natalie said, laughing dismissively. "It’s just that I've never seen such a small policeman before." She continued to gawk at the diminutive man in Officer Mueller's hand. Detective Wade stared back at her defiantly. "He appears rather grumpy, is he alright?"

Officer Mueller chuckled lightly, "Yes, he's perfectly fine. Detective Wade is dedicated to his work as the head of the tiny crimes division. He is the officer in charge of tiny crimes.” He looked up at her again as she caught her mistake. “Sorry, the *detective* in charge of tiny crimes,” she corrected herself.

"I had no idea such a division existed," Natalie said with amusement.

"May we ask you a few questions?" Officer Mueller inquired.

"Of course," Natalie confidently agreed.

"Do you have any knowledge of the tiny employee in question?" Detective Wade asked.

"Unfortunately not," Natalie lied.

"You were at the resort recently, correct?" the officer queried.

"Yes, just a few days ago," Natalie confirmed. "In fact, we haven't even finished unpacking," she added with a laugh.

"It's not unusual for these little individuals to stow away in people's luggage as a means of escape. Could that be a possibility?" Detective Wade asked.

"It's certainly a possibility, but I couldn't say for sure," Natalie replied, sensing an opportunity to evade the situation.

"Would you allow us to search your luggage, ma'am?" the tiny detective replied.

"Do you possess a warrant for that?" Natalie inquired pointedly.

"I don't require one if I have probable cause," he retorted.

"We don't have a warrant," Officer Mueller conceded.

"In that case, please obtain one first, and then I'd be more than happy to permit you to search my belongings," Natalie countered with a mocking smile.

"I have probable cause!" Detective Wade insisted.

"I don't believe we do, sir," Officer Mueller admitted.

"If she had nothing to hide, she wouldn't resist a cooperative search," he grumbled.

"Easy there, little guy, you're going to burst a blood vessel or something," Natalie teased, before addressing the policewoman. "Officer Mueller, was it?"

"Yes," she affirmed, "Officer Nicole Mueller."

"Please provide me with your card, and then return tomorrow with a warrant. Is that fair?" Natalie suggested, extending her hand.

"Of course, ma'am," Officer Mueller agreed, handing Natalie her card. "You both have a pleasant evening."

“You as well,” Natalie replied with a smirk. “It was a pleasure meeting you both, especially you Detective Wade,” she said, exaggerating the word ‘detective’ with a hint of sarcasm. He just stared at the towering woman and huffed. Officer Mueller gently coiled her fingers around him and walked back to their police car. Natalie and Aubreigh maintained their silence until the pair drove away.

As the police car disappeared from view, Natalie and Aubreigh exchanged unreadable glances before stepping back inside their home. The weight of their shared secret pressed down upon Aubreigh like a heavy fog. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Mom, what are we going to do? We're both guilty of squashing tinies." Her eyes darted nervously around the room, as if expecting the police to reappear at any moment.

Natalie's expression hardened, and her tone was dismissive, even irritated. "Calm down, Aubreigh. We don't need to do anything. They have no proof, and they'll never get a warrant."

"But, Mom," Aubreigh protested, "what if they find out?"

Natalie crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed. "Listen, as long as we keep our story straight, they won't have any evidence against us. It's our word against theirs, and who would believe a bunch of tinies over us?"

“Detective Wade?” Aubreigh shivered, the fear creeping up her spine. "But I don't want to live like this, always looking over our shoulder, afraid of being caught."

Natalie sighed, her voice softening just a little. "Aubreigh, we can't change what happened. All we can do is protect ourselves and make sure we don't get caught. Do you understand?"

Aubreigh hesitated, her fear and guilt warring with her desire to protect herself and her mother. Finally, she nodded, her resolve strengthened by the knowledge that they were in this together.

"Alright, Mom," she whispered, "I understand.”

“Excellent,” Natalie said, and gave her daughter a reassuring smile. “Now go check on your brother and sister as well as the others. I have some things I need to take care of.” Aubreigh nodded her head and stood up. “Oh, and honey, maybe ask that Emily friend of yours if she can help with this. I remember she was able to erase the other tiny that you squashed from the database.”

Aubreigh grimaced and nodded. She hated to be reminded of the time she drunkenly flattened the tiny prisoner beneath her foot. “Okay mom, I will.” With that, Aubreigh got up and left the room.

Natalie got up as well and was walking out to her SUV when she suddenly felt a slight twinge between her legs. Her smile widened in realization as she remembered tiny Ben, who had been trapped in her pants all day. With a devious smile, Natalie reached down and extracted the tiny boy from his fabric prison. As she dangled him by his shirt, his miniature body was limp and exhausted, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. Natalie made no effort to hide her annoyance

"Really, Benjamin? Can't you handle a little adventure?" Natalie scoffed. "You should be grateful I didn't forget you in there any longer."

In spite of his weakened state, Benjamin managed to summon enough strength to respond, his voice eager and apologetic. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Beaumont. I'll try harder next time to be more resilient for you."

Natalie's eyes narrowed as she glared at the tiny teenager, her irritation only growing. "Well, you'd better," she said, her voice cold and indifferent. "I don't have time for weaklings who can't keep up."

With that, Natalie unceremoniously dropped Benjamin onto the floor beside her colossal bare feet. She slowly lifted one foot above him, casting an ominous shadow over the terrified boy. "Bugs who can't keep up get squished, got it?" she seethed, her tone menacing.

Ben's heart raced, adrenaline surging through his tiny body as he nodded furiously, desperate to communicate his understanding of the threat. He couldn't fathom why Mrs. Beaumont was so furious with him; he had done everything in his power to survive and appease her. He had no idea about the police and Natalie’s new frustrations with Aubreigh’s worries. But he realized that whatever the issue was with her, he was just the unfortunate target of her pent-up anger.

Deciding she'd had enough, she roughly picked up Ben and deposited him on her desk, wanting him out of her sight. "Stay here and recuperate," she ordered, her tone dismissive. "I don't want to hear a peep out of you until you're useful again."

With that, she stormed out of her office, leaving Benjamin alone on the vast expanse of her desk, his body still quivering with fear. He shuddered at the memory of her colossal foot hovering menacingly above him, the sheer size of her toes a testament to her intimidating power. He tried to shake off the fear that still gripped him, as he attempted to catch his breath, he noticed a subtle movement in the corner of his eye.

Turning his head, he spotted a fellow tiny who had been hiding, or possibly exiled, in one of Natalie's desk drawers. "Hey... I'm Ben," he said cautiously.

The tiny girl crawled out of the drawer, her eyes locking onto his. "I'm Penny.” she said nervously, “I see you've met Mrs. Beaumont..."

"Yeah," Ben nodded, a hint of embarrassment in his tone as he considered the intimate nature of his relationship with the imposing, yet cruel, beauty. "I know her pretty well..."

Penny crossed her arms, her gaze questioning. "You seem… pretty okay for having just been threatened to be stepped on like that."

"Yeah, she..." Ben paused, almost laughing, "she does that sometimes."

“I’m aware…,” she said, almost sarcastically.

The two locked eyes, an unspoken understanding passing between them. She had narrowly escaped a similar fate when Natalie had threatened to crush her beneath her massive heel just days before. Ben and Penny began to share their experiences of living under Natalie, but their conversation was abruptly cut short when the door to the room swung open, Natalie striding back in with her purse in hand.

Penny immediately hid behind the computer mouse to be out of sight from the giant woman. But Ben remained in the open on her desk as his gaze instinctively fell to her feet, the sight of them making his pulse quicken. The overwhelming enormity of her size, her feet alone capable of ending their tiny lives in an instant, was terrifying. Her toenails, meticulously painted, glinted menacingly under the room's lighting. Each step she took resonated with a thunderous intensity, a constant reminder of the vast difference in their scale.

As she moved about the room, the two tinies held their breath, hoping they would remain unseen. Ben couldn't help but fixate on Natalie's feet, the soles of which were soft and smooth, yet slightly wrinkled from years of wear, while the arches formed an imposing cave-like structure that could swallow him whole. He noted the delicate veins that snaked across the tops of her feet and the way her ankle tapered elegantly, creating a stark contrast to the formidable force that her feet represented.

Natalie rummaged through her purse, her movements quick and agitated. Her frustration had not abated, and she seemed more irritable than ever. She didn't spare them a single glance, her attention focused solely on the contents of her purse on the floor. As she emptied it, the pair watched in horror as twelve minuscule figures tumbled out between her feet, groaning and clutching their battered bodies, they had suffered a harrowing journey in Natalie's purse.

"Who are they?" Ben whispered, his eyes wide with horror as he watched the tiny board members gasp for breath and struggle to stand.

"Oh my god," Penny exclaimed, her voice barely audible, "those are the tiny board members of Marley Industries. What are they doing here?"

“How do you know that?” Ben asked.

“I work for-,” she paused, “I used to work there, before being kidnapped by Natalie Beaumont.”

“What do you do now for her?” Ben asked. Penny looked at him with an icy glare. “Oh right,” he nodded, “the whole ‘stuck in her shoe’ thing.” Ben looked back, he didn’t want to get into a discussion with Penny about being Mrs. Beaumont’s plaything.

The board members tried to regain their composure, their bodies trembling with fear as they stared up at the giantess looming above them. Natalie's size was overwhelming, dwarfing the tiny executives and leaving them feeling completely powerless. "Listen up, you pathetic excuses for executives. As I explained earlier, I'm the boss now, and you'll do as I say if you want to remain employed. Any questions?"

The room was steeped in a tense hush, punctuated only by the pitiful whimpers and desperate gasps of the tiny board members. They fought to regain their composure, their minds reeling in the shadow of Natalie's overwhelming presence that loomed above them like an ominous storm cloud. On top of the desk, Ben and Penny had an unobstructed view of the terror being experienced by the tiny executives. As their eyes locked, the two shared a moment of silent empathy, fully understanding the dread that gripped their fellow captives.

Suddenly, one of the board members mustered the courage to speak up. "This is outrageous! You can't just take over the company and treat us like this! That’s not how this works!"

The room fell deathly silent. The board members held their breath, bracing themselves for Natalie's response. Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous gleam in her gaze. “I’ll let you try that one more time, little fella,” she sighed in exasperation.

“What?” he gasped. “No, this isn’t going to work! How stupid are you?”

Natalie’s eyes narrowed, and in one swift, brutal motion, she raised her foot and brought it down on the defiant board member, her big toe squashing him into oblivion. The sickening crunching sound echoed throughout the room and the remaining board members recoiled in terror. Benjamin and Penny stared in horror, their hearts pounding in their chests. They had both experienced Natalie's cruelty firsthand, but seeing it directed at someone else was a stark reminder of the power she held over people like them. Lives could be snuffed out in an instant beneath her feet.

"Anyone else want to share their opinion?” Natalie sneered, her tone full of malice. “No? Good. You're all going to do exactly as I say, or you'll end up like your friend here." She cast a quick, dismissive glance at the trembling Ben on her desk. "Not a word of this to Aubreigh or ANY of the others," she warned, her voice cold and devoid of empathy.

"Excuse me, miss?" another board member hesitantly piped up, his voice shaky and cracking. He couldn't help but fixate on the ghastly red stain that marred his new boss's toe and was desperate to avoid a similar fate.

The giantess shifted her gaze to the tiny speaker, her eyes glinting with impatience. "Yes?" she asked, letting out an exasperated sigh. She was prepared to crush again, but she didn't want to decimate her entire board of directors on the first day.

"I think I speak for all of us when I say we are happy to do whatever work you need," he explained nervously, stealing glances at Natalie's massive feet, the sight of her toes drumming impatiently on the floor sent shivers down his spine. "But how can we do so when we don't have any of our equipment? All of our computers, printers, fax machines are back at the office."

"Good question," Natalie smiled, her toes tapping rhythmically on the floor as she enjoyed the feeling of the tiny people bending to her will so easily. "My husband has an entire tiny computer room as a prototype for the school district he was working on a contract with. Those computers are hooked up to our internet, and you can send, fax, and email any documents necessary."

Natalie's smile widened, and she placed her hands on her hips, her imposing figure casting a shadow over the trembling board members. "What a well-thought-out and helpful question, little one. You're already my favorite!" Her voice was a mix of amusement and condescension as she towered above them, the sheer size of her feet a constant reminder of the power she wielded over their fragile lives.

"Well, I believe you've all received a rather clear reminder of your place now, so let's get you off the floor, shall we?" Natalie's tone carried an unmistakable air of condescension. She bent down gracefully, her massive figure dominating the room, and grabbed an empty file folder from the desk. With delicate precision, she used her giant finger to nudge the remaining 11 board members onto it, taking care not to harm them any further.

As she lifted the folder, the tiny people clung to its surface, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe. They couldn't help but feel utterly insignificant compared to the gargantuan woman who held their lives in her hands—quite literally. Natalie strode over to another desk, her footsteps resonating like thunderclaps in the tiny board members' ears. On the desk, they saw a computer for a normal-sized person as well as dozens of miniature ones, arranged neatly in rows.

"I think the first order of business is for you to familiarize yourselves with your new work area," she said, her voice booming as she carefully slid the trembling board members off the folder and onto the desk. The tiny executives stumbled and struggled to find their footing, overwhelmed by their new surroundings. "Once I return, we'll sort out arrangements for your sleeping accommodations."

With that, Natalie turned on her heel and left the room, the door slamming shut behind her. The board members glanced at one another, anxiety and uncertainty etched on their faces. They knew that their lives had been forever changed, and they would have to adapt to their new circumstances under Natalie Beaumont.

Ben and Penny exchanged looks, still reeling from the display of power they had just witnessed. They couldn't help but discuss the unsettling events that had just unfolded.

"Did you see that?" Penny angry whispered, her voice trembling. "She just… crushed Steven like it was nothing. She's a monster!"

Ben hesitated for a moment, to him it was just a nameless tiny, but to Penny, she actually knew him. He tried to find the words to explain his perspective. "I know it seems that way, Penny, but I think there's more to Natalie than just her cruel side. She's under a lot of pressure, and sometimes she takes it out on us. I'm not saying it's right, but it's not as black and white as you think."

Penny shook her head, unable to comprehend Ben's viewpoint. "How can you say that, Ben? She just killed someone right in fro of our eyes! How can there be any justification for that?"

"It's not about justification," Ben replied, his voice soft yet firm. "I've seen her in moments when she's kind and gentle, too. I think she's just… overwhelmed, and she's struggling to handle it all. We're just caught in the crossfire."

Penny scoffed. "You're too forgiving, Ben. She holds our lives in her hands, and she plays with them as if we're nothing more than toys. I don't care what pressures she's facing; no one deserves to be treated like that."

Ben sighed, realizing that he couldn't change Penny's mind. "Maybe you're right, Penny. But I still believe that there's more to her than just her cruel behavior. We need to find a way to survive in this situation, and understanding her might be the key."

Penny crossed her arms, “You heard about what happened at Timberline Sanctuary, didn’t you?” 

Ben bowed his head. “Yeah, I was there…,”

Penny said no more, she didn’t want to alienate Ben completely. She was just relieved to have someone with her for company. It was lonely in that drawer, and Natalie hadn’t brought her food or water since placing her inside of it. Now with Ben, maybe she’d remember she was there.

***

"Greg...who?" Emily asked Aubreigh over FaceTime, her eyes widening in curiosity.

Aubreigh sighed, rubbing her temples. "I don't know his last name. That's all my mom told me."

Emily chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. "That's some pretty reckless giantess behavior if you ask me."

Aubreigh raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "You mean eating a tiny person?"

"No, not that," Emily giggled, her fingers dancing across the computer keyboard. "I mean, I've indulged in that particular... delicacy a few times myself. But not even bothering to find out who they were or if they were registered? That's just plain careless."

Aubreigh's jaw dropped, her eyes wide with shock. "Wait, what? I knew you kept the prisoners under your feet in your shoes, but I had no idea you'd actually eaten them too!"

Emily shrugged nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, you'd be surprised. They're actually pretty tasty with a bit of ranch dressing."

Aubreigh tried to suppress a giggle, but she couldn't help herself. The thought of eating a tiny person seemed bizarrely amusing to her now. "I never would have thought to try that! You're full of surprises, Emily."

"Alright, so," Emily began, her eyes scanning the screen in front of her, "I found a Gregg Miller who worked at the Emerald Palms resort. My system can only access and wipe out Florida residents, and he's the only one that matches the criteria."

Aubreigh leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "Can you be sure it's him?"

Emily bit her lip, considering the information on her screen. "Well, according to this, his family's been desperately searching for him. They haven't heard from him since the day we met at the pool. I mean, the timing is uncanny. It's pretty likely that he's the one."

"His family is looking for him?" Aubreigh's heart sank, her voice filled with sympathy. "Oh, that's so tragic…"

Emily sighed, "Well, you can thank your mom for that little twist in their lives."

Aubreigh nodded, her expression somber. "You're right. It has to be him. That's our guy."

"Okay," Emily said, refocusing on the task at hand. "Now, wiping his record is going to be a bit trickier since he wasn't a criminal or in prison. In fact, it seems like the guy had a spotless record. His only 'crime' was being susceptible to the shrinking virus."

Aubreigh's brow creased with worry. "So, what do we do next?"

Emily leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "I can wipe his name and clear him, but I'll have to use my mom's account since she's the governor," she began, her tone turning somewhat sly. "And I'll do it, but only if you agree to something."

Aubreigh raised an eyebrow, taken back by the sudden condition placed on her request. "What's that?" she inquired.

Emily grinned, her eyes gleaming with determination. "I want you to join the correctional program in your state, in South Carolina."

Aubreigh's expression shifted from confusion to curiosity. "Okay... but why?"

"Because my mom wants to expand the program from a state level to a federal one, and she's trying to gain support for it in Congress. The problem is, there are too many 'tiny people huggers' blocking her way," Emily explained, using air quotes to emphasize her point.

Aubreigh contemplated the proposal, her uncertainty evident. "How will me joining the program help?"

Emily explained, "By joining, you'll not only become an advocate for the program but also lend it credibility. My mom has already reached out to various states and initiated the correctional program as a privatized venture. With enough 'investors' on board, the program can gain traction and be taken seriously by state governments and eventually by D.C. And having the Beaumont name attached to it? That's a game-changer! The very family that has always championed the rights of tinies and created cutting-edge technology to help our two societies coexist harmoniously? That's gold."

Aubreigh's lips curved into a sly grin. "Ah, I see. So, actually, YOU need ME..."

"What do you mean?" Emily asked, her brow arching as she sensed the tables turning.

Aubreigh's grin widened. "Well, it seems to me that if my name holds such power, you might be willing to do a few more favors for me as well..."

Emily hesitated, realizing she may have overplayed her hand. "Okay..."

"I have three other names from Florida that I need you to wipe," Aubreigh declared firmly. "Brian Chen, Kelly Chen, and Xialing Chen."

"Um, alright," Emily nodded, taken aback. "But why didn't you just include them in your initial request?"

Aubreigh shrugged. "It felt greedy. It seemed more important to prioritize the guy who was, you know, dead."

Emily smirked, impressed by Aubreigh. "I really like you, Aubreigh. You know how to play the game. I have a feeling you're going to fit right in with the program."

            Aubreigh then felt her dad start to squirm around in her cleavage again. “Oh, I’m sorry, Emily, I have to go. Something’s just come up. Let me know when that’s done, okay?”

            “Sure thing, Aubreigh,” Emily said with a smile as the FaceTime app closed.