Although the light outside in the corridor was very faint, it was bright enough to blind Eren temporarily as his eyes were forced to rapidly adjust to luminescence for the first time in what seemed like days. Unlike the Evans’ siblings who were each given a closet and wooden dowel to serve as their prison for weeks, Eren had been granted ‘special treatment’. 

His own torture chamber. With heavy metal chains that bound him to the floor while forced to kneel. It was impossible to tell exactly how big the room was due to the inky darkness which surrounded Eren like an infinite abyss, the shadows playing tricks on his mind as apparitions of monsters seemed to gleefully watch him suffer. 

Ominous footsteps boomed throughout the prison and shook Eren to his core. He recognized the gait almost immediately. Never in his worst nightmares had he imagined that Grace’s approach would be something to harbor dread towards, she had always been his friend. Or so he thought, until she dragged him into the depths of her house to this personally designed hellhole and used his speckhouse as kindling.

Her gargantuan feet laced up in a pair of elegant strappy heels appeared before him moments later. Each of the ten toenails was masterfully painted glossy teal. Her personal stylist was an expert; even though she was over twenty times bigger than Eren he could still make out the fine details and care put into the nail polish. 

“Do you like the color?” Grace’s thunderous voice asked from up high, everything above her toned thighs lost in the darkness. Playfully she nudged him with her enormous foot, similar to how she might tease him from time to time. 

Now her rough-housing felt far more sinister, a not-so subtle display of the power she possessed over him. “Jisoo mentioned that you liked feet. I suppose that is very fortunate for you, since you’ll be getting very intimately acquainted with mine over the next few months.” She mused and flexed her toes menacingly. “You should feel honored! I got this pedicure specifically with you in mind~.”

“I thought we were friends.” Eren cut in, his voice the polar opposite of her sugary sweet saccharine tone. Grace paused and although Eren could not see her face even when he craned his neck, he could tell she was raising her brow.

For several moments there was tense silence until she replied, this time with none of the false cheerfulness common in her interrogations. “We are friends. I’m doing this only because I care about you more than anyone… I want you to live a long happy life with the woman you love.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.” Eren scoffed and glanced away in disgust. She tapped her colossal foot on the ground idly, each tap rattling Eren’s head until he was forced to look back up into the darkness hatefully.

Like a meteor descending to the earth, Grace Chen got on her haunches to be within Eren’s limited field of vision. It was difficult to believe that someone as beautiful as her was capable of such demented acts of cruelty. Both her and Jisoo did not look like they had amassed body counts greater than any soldier or hired killer, yet the trail of bodies behind them or sizzling away in their stomachs indicated otherwise. 

Grace looked to be perfectly calm. A small optimistic part of Eren hoped that she would look at least slightly conflicted, yet it appeared she had no qualms in her mind about any of this. He was just a rogue variable that had to be solved. Nothing more. 

She pursed her lips and spoke in an almost encouraging whisper, her warm breath washed over him like a strong minty breeze. “In a thousand years when you are cuddling up against Jisoo in bed, watching our dynasty expand across the stars while your grandchildren play outside… you’ll thank me for fixing you.” Grace proclaimed and extended a massive hand towards the ground. “If we weren’t friends then you would be a stain on my shoe. Or perhaps an appetizer in my next meal. A worthless thing to forget and move on from.”

“You already think I’m worthless.”

“No more so than all other humans are. But that’s your issue, Eren. You just don’t know the natural way of things yet. Somehow you’ve gotten it in your head that you and Jisoo are equals.” Grace said, her tone just barely disguised the disdain in the last remark. “It is one characteristic for you to know that I think you are in the grand scheme of things, worthless. However, there is a far more important lesson you must learn, that you yourself must come to realize how meaningless you actually are beyond idle pleasure and companionship. But please don’t worry, I’m going to help you learn what Jisoo did not teach you.” She declared and began to undo the leather straps of her shoe. 

The gigantic heel slammed into the ground on its side with a sound similar to a car crash. Now freed from their confines, Grace’s monstrously large feet were free to assault Eren. He struggled to maintain his composure as five eager toes surged forward and ensnared him so that Eren’s head was trapped between her big and second toe. With frightening ease, she used her smallest toe to snap the chain that tethered Eren to the floor, then flattened him against the ground beneath her instep.

She purred in delight as Eren was completely and utterly overpowered by just her foot. Pinned to the ground beneath her insurmountable weight, Eren was completely paralyzed and at her mercy in every way imaginable. Despite her very active lifestyle and rigorous exercise routine which kept her body in excellent physical condition, Grace also believed in pampering herself and that included her feet. Her sole was immaculate and the skin flawlessly smooth, and with her most recent pedicure, the unyielding wall that grappled him to the ground was very soft and almost inviting. 

“I would be lying if I said that I didn’t at least take some pleasure doing this to you… I’ve fantasized about this for quite some time, you know.” Grace admitted as she applied a bit more pressure, not enough to crush Eren into pulp or break his bones, but intentionally enough weight to the point he could no longer breathe. She noticed his face become dark red and sighed contentedly. “Only in my deepest, most sinful fantasies I assure you. At the moment when I’m in bed with a woman who just isn’t quite enough for me, I sometimes dreamt of having you like this beneath my feet to push me over the edge. Perhaps one day I would have asked Jisoo if I could have borrowed you? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind…”

Her voice trailed off as she became aware of a distinct, impossible to miss sensation on her instep. Grace smirked devilishly and let out a thunderous giggle that punctuated his humiliation as she drummed her slender toes against his skull in satisfaction. “Oh my! Jisoo really wasn’t joking when she said you were a masochist.” She quipped as his erection pressed prominently against her sole. “Maybe I’m going about this the wrong way? You seem to be enjoying this quite a bit… Perhaps you don’t want me to stop?” Grace suggested as Eren’s face flushed even deeper scarlet. 

Suddenly the tremendous weight of her foot disappeared and Eren was left in between her feet, completely naked and at full mast. Instinctively he attempted to cover up his manhood but was immediately thwarted by Grace who pinned each one of his limbs to the floor with her elephantine fingers. She lowered herself slightly to the floor and squinted slightly to further scrutinize his still throbbing cock which had never been harder.

Eren couldn’t help his body’s natural reaction to her ministrations. It was disturbingly close to the kind of thing Jisoo liked to do to him in the bedroom, which was no doubt where Grace had first come up with the idea to do something like this. Evidently his ex-girlfriend and her cousin shared a lot about one another’s intimate affairs when they were alone. 

Grace’s enormous eye blinked a few times as she appraised his member. “I’m not the biggest fan of dicks, that much should be pretty obvious by now. But I can certainly see why Jisoo likes yours.” She guffawed and brought her other hand to his completely exposed scrotum in an all too familiar position. “It’s sort of cute, I suppose.” Grace mentioned and proceeded to flick Eren in between his legs. 

The pain that ensued was hard to describe. Eren opened his mouth to scream but no shrill sound came out, only a high-pitched whining which lasted for several agonizing seconds as the horrible sensation reverberated around his entire body. Grace pulled her hand off of him and scratched her chin as he rolled around under her bemused gaze, any semblance of care she may have had for him now overwhelmed by her more carnal desire to dominate him entirely. 

“Such a delicate, useless little thing… If it wasn’t your future obligation to knock up Jisoo and continue our family bloodline I might have just pulled it off you.” Grace murmured and pinched Eren’s torso in between her fingers then raised him into the air. “This is unfortunately very long overdue. Jisoo should have demonstrated your proper place in this world before this became a necessary course of action my dear old friend.” She declared and pulled up the hem of her dress to reveal a silky white thong. 

Eren was still not fully recovered from the earth-shattering pain when he found himself falling a great distance until he landed on a soft fabric. He came to just in time to realize where he was and was then thrust in between Grace’s firm ass cheeks as she pulled it up then adjusted him against her slightly earthy crevasse. She rearranged Eren carefully until was pressed right against her anus, then ensured the band of the thong would keep him securely in place. 

Grace moaned in pleasure as she felt him struggle aimlessly, then dropped the hem of her dress back where it billowed about her legs. “Get cozy down there. I have brunch to get to.” She said cheekily and began to stroll out of the room.

Each time she walked, Eren’s body was grinded against her crack whilst trapped between the two massive mounds that were Grace’s well-exercised buttocks. Although she was thankfully clean it was by no means a pleasant place to be trapped. The pressure from either cheek was immense, and only worsened as she continued to walk. Her thong kept him stuck firmly in place and pressed tightly against her skin. However, as her pace became slightly faster, Eren could feel the tight fabric pushing him deeper and further into the aperture. 

The brief ride by limousine went by too quickly for Grace but felt like an eternity to Eren who found himself squished flat while she sat down in the cushy car seat. Although there was no longer her perpetual motion to grind him into paste between her cheeks, he instead had to deal with the unending pressure of her entire body directed squarely onto him. Everything began to blur as he felt himself mercifully losing consciousness, unable to breathe properly and too disoriented to remain awake. 

His final thoughts before his mind blissfully went blank, was the hope that Jisoo would return to save him from this torment before Grace was finished with him. 

Maddie could feel the eyes of the cashier locked on her from the moment they stepped into the grocery store. At first, she thought it was because of how late in the day it was, less than half an hour before the shop closed. Then the realization hit her that it was because of her newfound stature why the young man wrinkled his nose upon their entry as if a diseased rat had wandered inside. 

Is this how Eren and Maeve felt everywhere they went? Maddie thought and tugged slightly at the dark curtain of black hair to hide herself from the outside world and possible onlookers. Ren did not seem to care what the general public thought of having a speck on her shoulder, nor did it bother her that Maddie could possibly try calling out to someone for help and attempt to escape. 

Even if someone who recognized Maddie saw them, it would be no issue at all for Ren to simply turn that person into a speck then swallow them whole or crush them underfoot. She had very little regard for ordinary human life, which she thought was simply beneath her. 

How the hell did this woman end up becoming my only ally in all of this? Maddie thought and resigned herself to be judged by the few other shoppers who gave the speck dirty looks as they strolled towards the back of the store. I guess it’s better to be a ‘cherished pet’ than a normal mortal human to be dominated.

Ren paused to examine a few building sized bags of flour and sugar. “So, what exactly do we need here? Is there any difference between these two or can I just pick whichever has the prettier packaging?” The giantess asked and toggled between two pouches of sugar. “The one on the right looks nice.”

“That one is powdered sugar. We will need both.” Maddie explained as Ren selected both packages and tossed them into her shopping cart. “And brown sugar… and a lot more flour come to think of it since we used up most of your pantry trying to make the apple pie.”

“I think it would have tasted just fine no matter what. There are only so many ways you can make an apple pie taste bad considering how much sweet stuff goes into it.”

“Well let’s just make sure you have enough ingredients for several attempts. Let’s go get some heavy cream and milk.” Maddie advised as Ren walked away from the aisle, her cart now packed with miscellaneous packages of everything from the baking section.

The perks of being a multi-billionaire I suppose. Maddie thought. It still boggled her mind that someone like Ren would willingly stay in a mediocre Philadelphia apartment and eat cheap fast food when she was too lazy to cook. “I appreciate you taking me outside like this by the way.” She murmured gratefully. “I almost feel normal again.”

“It’s not like you could run away, and at this point I’m sure you’re beginning to realize it’s probably safer with me than on the streets.” Ren said pointedly. “A pretty little thing like yourself wouldn’t last long.” She mused. 

A few minutes later, Ren was in line waiting to check out with a cart full of ingredients. Enough flour, sugar, dairy, chocolate chips and eggs to make an endless selection of treats for the specks at Jefferson Commune. Ren couldn’t possibly eat so much on her own, so most of her creations she donated the same way Maddie had previously. 

I don’t get these people. One moment they are talking about how they are goddesses destined to rule the entire galaxy and kill people for fun whenever it pleases them. But the next they go out of their way to help specks who need help… Is it guilt? Maddie considered. They think it’s a necessary evil to force specks to experience such hardship, so they try to alleviate it on a personal level. If Ren wanted, she could literally buy the land and keep everybody safe, but she chooses not to do anything beyond minor comforts.

Ren had demonstrated that her affection for Maddie was not an act. Ever since she had been taken into her custody and Jisoo spoke to her, she had seemed rather friendly. In another lifetime they probably could have been good friends. They watched the same shows, had similar interests and could talk with each other for quite some time about frivolous things.

Maybe this is just Stockholm Syndrome. I haven’t even tried to think about escape or even thought of a way to get out of this. I’ve just… accepted it. 

The elderly man in front of the line finished his transaction then stepped away and removed the divider between his few items and the large selection of ingredients Ren had selected. Once he walked away and Ren moved to wait closer to the card reader, the cashier who had given them a dirty look earlier deactivated the belt and turned off the light above his post. Ren raised her brow and glanced up from her phone when she noticed the cashier begin to power down the register. 

He cleared his throat and did not make eye contact with her. “I’m terribly sorry ma’am, but this store is about to close. You’ll have to come back again tomorrow morning.” The cashier claimed.

Please don’t do this to her. Maddie thought with a twinge of fear. Not for their own safety, but for the cashier’s. “Okay, we’ll come back tomorrow then.” She tried to say cheerily but her voice cracked. “C’mon Ren, let's just go home. We got here too late and right before closing, plus you got a lot of stuff.”

“The only reason you’re not letting me check out is because I have a speck on my shoulder.” Ren said pointedly and glanced around the store. Her attention flicked between the different security cameras and took note of their location. She frowned and realized there was no conceivable way to do something discreetly. 

Instead, she switched to the camera on her phone and without warning snapped a photo of the cashier then swapped back to her photo app to make sure it was a clear image. Before the cashier could protest, Ren took hold of the cart then effortlessly turned it on its side where several packages of flour, sugar, milk and eggs overturned and spilled onto the ground simultaneously. Liquids mixed with dry powders crept beneath numerous aisles and also splashed onto the nearby walls.

 As the cashier looked at the enormous mess she had just made, Ren spun on her heel and strolled out of the store with her middle finger extended. “Have fun cleaning that up, asshole.” She called back and stormed outside. 

The difference between a mediocre, talented, and exceptional operations specialist was the thought they put into each of their sessions with a victim. Grace had seen far too many of her cousins simply strut into a dark torture chamber and begin crushing limbs beneath their heels, then express surprise when they didn’t get results.

There was an art to this craft which had to be honed over time, like any other skill. Grace in particular knew the value of gaining a thorough understanding of the people unfortunate enough to find themselves in her clutches. If her goal was simply to extract information then sure, pain alone would suffice against weaker willed individuals. However, for the purpose of re-education, that meant the absolute destruction of the psyche through relentless abuse. 

It was not enough for Eren to go along with whatever she said because he wanted to torment to stop. He had to genuinely believe whatever she or any other Descendant of the Fang Sisters told him as fact. If Grace told him that 2+2=5, then he should believe it. If Jisoo told Eren that the sky was green and the grass was blue, his mind should immediately accept it. Essentially, he had to be completely reprogrammed. A factory reset.

Enjoying a pleasant afternoon brunch downtown whilst Eren was pressed up against her anus, his tiny body still stuck between the thong and her skin, served a few purposes. For one, it eliminated any doubts he may have in his mind that because they were friends, Grace would go easy on him. If anything, it meant the opposite because she wanted to end his ordeal as quickly as possible. The sooner he was a broken little thing that accepted whatever he was told, Grace could nurture him back to health and mold him into the ideal husband Jisoo deserved. He wouldn’t have to be killed by the Amrita Corporation and could live a long life freed from the folly of resistance.

Grace leaned back in her seat and took a long sip of freshly brewed coffee. Occasionally she glanced at the empty seat across from her and let out a sigh. Although she enjoyed Eren’s squirming, the loneliness was rather bothersome. Everything seemed so much simpler a few months ago when they were all walking around a mall shopping for the holidays.

I miss having Jisoo around… and my chats with Eren aren’t exactly for pleasure anymore either. Grace thought and readjusted herself on the wooden chair. Her cheeks spread slightly and coaxed Eren a little deeper into her crack. Pretty soon he would be completely inside of her. 

A delightful chill crept down her spine as Grace struggled to maintain a straight face. Eren was a fighter, even two hours after she initially placed him within her thong he was still fighting. It would be pointless to attempt the same methods that worked wonders on Thomas, at least to someone like Eren. 

Thomas Evans was an exceptionally privileged individual, from an upper-class household and loving family. However, he was also a determined man and physically quite strong, for a human at least. Therefore, he had never known what it was like to be hungry for an extended period of time, and a big strong fellow like Thomas felt an extra degree of humiliation to be utterly dominated by a woman no less. Grace had taken all that into account when she began to break him down.

By stark contrast Eren was a speck who spent the majority of his life in absolute poverty. He was not a stranger to spending years without easy access to food and water, and he had been in numerous brawls with other specks. For American specks, only the strongest survived the first twenty years of their lives. It would be easier to drink out of a shattered wine glass than it would be to break Eren’s mind with starvation or sleep deprivation. 

It posed an interesting challenge for Grace. How could she break a person who had spent the majority of their life being tortured already? What could she do to push Eren over the edge? Torturing his body would only get her so far, and there wasn’t too much she could do to his mind that would work in an acceptable amount of time.

A devilish smile crossed her face as she pulled out her phone. All it took was a quick call to one of her contacts in Philadelphia to lend her some assistance. “Please send the speck we took off the streets to Beijing at your earliest convenience.” Grace commanded and finished off her tea. “The one with the cybernetic leg.”