Golden hues hitting the beige wall signalled the end of another day, Drew had only been captured three days ago and yet it felt like forever. He’d been battered senseless by Casey’s feet, chained by the neck, and forced to wear a little doll’s dress. Growing up in the fourth bracket led to a relatively normal life, it was the most populated bracket after all, he had regular friends and led a mundane lifestyle. Not once did he ever think he’d be imprisoned by some millionaire’s daughter, and even if he did, he never had expected her to be so god damn intense. Between the kinky, almost sexual name calling and the physical abuse he received, it was enough to bring a grown man to tears, he couldn’t help but repeat to himself, what the hell do I do.
House shaking stomps announced Casey’s return home, however it was slightly different to usual, Drew swore he could hear another set of footsteps. Thunderous voices overlapped each other as they encroached on the door to his owner’s room, there was Casey’s deep, booming voice and another, a slightly higher pitched one, with an almost posh twang to it. The door swung open and revealed two gigantic beauties.
Casey was dressed in flashy streetwear with an oversized brown corduroy jacket thrown over the top, and of course, her signature boots. The other was a mystery giant he had never seen before. Dark brunette hair, tan skin, and model-like features, she was a standard knock out woman, exactly the kind of person who has the money and time to get themselves this prettied up for a casual day out. Her clothes reflected her status as well, an intricately designed white top that exposed her navel, long pale green designer pants and a pair of expensive looking wedges.
“No, trust me Ariel, it’s good, it’s got Jake Gyllenhaal and Hugh Jackman in it,” Casey said while shutting the door behind her, carrying on their conversation from before.
Ariel looked like she was thinking hard about her answer, “Mm, okay they’re hot so maybe.”
“Yeah, and also really good actors too,” Casey rolled her eyes, it was impossible to convince her friend to think about something beyond physical appearance, “anyway,” her finger pointed towards the miniscule man slumped on the floor of his jar prison, “there’s my new pet.”
“Ooooh, it’s cute,” Ariel’s towering features came closer to the desk, each step shaking the surface beneath him. Great, another giant to deal with, and by the looks of it she was even more spoiled than Casey. Hulking, slim fingers wrapped themselves around the jar, long manicured pink nails leaving light clicks in their trail. Before long, his glass home was emptied of its only content, himself. Cherry coloured nails were presented to him as if the brunette expected him to pamper her, they were close enough that he could see his reflection in them, “isn’t it going to greet me?” she turned back to her friend.
“Nah, twink’s still learning his place,” Casey leaned past Ariel and her mighty finger engulfed his head as she tussled his hair, the force of her digit drove Drew into an unpleasant crouch.
“Ew, so it’s like not even domesticated?” the brunette giant had a look of disgust on her pretty face, her long nails cautiously played with the hem of his dress. Drew couldn’t help but notice that he had been referred to as ‘it’ multiple times now as the two giant’s fingers played with him in different ways.
Casey’s snatched up the chain that was still connected to his neck, “nope, but he’ll get there,” his body sent into a slight sway as she brought him closer to her face and poked his stomach, “won’t you little guy?” Responses were hard to come by for the tiny man as his windpipes were currently being crushed by his own hanging weight. Catching the sight of his plight caused the edges of her lips to curl, subtle dimples he’d never noticed before formed.
Various colours whizzed past his vision as he flew towards the bed. Landing with a soft thud, he barely affected the heavy weight of the blanket beneath him. The chain lagging behind him wrapped itself around his body until he came to a stop somewhere in the middle of the enormous linen plain. Multiple loud thumps could be heard from below the mattress as the girls removed their footwear, their gigantic bodies soon followed him onto the bed, their great weights causing indents that warped the landscape. Ariel sat cross-legged closest to his chained-up form producing a gradual slope that led directly to one of her tanned feet. Without any way to stop himself Drew rolled into her foot and was greeted by the top of her toes; a silver glint caught his eye.
Sitting atop her longest toe was a shiny ring with a curious attachment, on closer assessment, Drew’s stomach dropped. A tiny crystal sphere, the size of a small gemstone that would usually be affixed to a ring, held an absolutely minute woman, a sub. Squinting his eyes to make out her features better, she looked to be naked and passed out. Being tossed around at the whim of a gargantuan brat’s footsteps all day would do that to a person. So Casey wasn’t an exception, it really was true that people in the upper bracket kept subs and lower bracket members as pets and accessories. If the woman looked small to Drew, he couldn’t imagine how infinitely large her captor, Ariel, would seem. Dealing with Casey at his current size was enough, but the thought of being so miniscule that she could roll him between the crevices of her palm as if they were mighty canyons sent shivers coursing through his spine.
Before he even had time to think of the implications of his brief discovery, the chain attached to him was yanked towards the giant who sat opposite. “So, do you have the earrings and necklace?” Casey boomed while paying no mind to him, her hands absentmindedly unravelled the constricting chain, choosing to play with his dress and limbs instead.
“Yep,” Ariel began to rummage around in her pink purse, “are you getting your hair done too?”
“Yeah, I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon.”
“I’m so jealous, I can’t believe you got Egypt,” Ariel complained, her hands finally located what she was searching for and pulled out two small golden earrings that resembled birdcages and a necklace with strange cuffs on the ends where the clip would be expected. “Ugh, well at least I got America.”
A puzzled look crossed the tiny man’s face, what in the world were these two talking about, and what was with these odd trinkets?
“Well as far as world theme parties go, I’d say we both got pretty lucky,” Casey had let Drew drop to the bed as she examined the golden jewellery, he rolled into those cursed white socks of hers, they were unsurprisingly cooking the atmosphere around them with their stench, at least this time he wasn’t constricted by the chain so he could stand on his own two feet. Taking in his surroundings, he noticed their knees jutting out above him as they both sat cross-legged, their torsos soaring up to the heights of office buildings. The blonde played with the tiny birdcages in her hands, flipping open a small hatch as she presented them to her friend, “a three incher goes in these right?”
“Mhm. Here.” Ariel handed over a container that Drew could not see the contents of, though he assumed the worst.
“Ha, they’re so fuckin’ tiny,” Casey rattled the Tupperware as she put it right up to her eye for closer inspection. Unscrewing the lid, she peered inside, the sight of two naked men scrambling to the corner of their plastic prison, faint cries for help barely reached her ears. “It’s hard to imagine that they can get smaller than this,” her eyes had a look of amazement in them, the tiny men were barely as tall as the width of her pinkie fingernail. Tilting the container into her hand, she caught their fragile bodies in her gigantic palm, their figures trembled under her looming gaze as her fingers stretched over them like great oak trees. “I’m gonna keep you little guys safe until tomorrow alright,” her features softened as she cooed, the twin insects looked to calm down, maybe this giant was more friendly than their previous owner, the terrifying brunette that sat opposite. Their brief hope was crushed by the sight of the gaping maw of her Doc Martens, booming laughter sealed their fate as they were sent spiralling down the extensive shaft of her leather boot, landing with a soft thud on the dirtied sole.
“You’re so mean,” Ariel giggled, enthused by her friends actions. She says as she has a human trapped to her toe Drew thought to himself, still puzzled that such a thing could be done so casually.
Humidity was all the pair felt from within Casey’s footwear, the stench of vinegar and cheese was overbearing, every breath was a chore as the huffed on the heavy air. She had dropped them in there with full knowledge of how insufferable it would be, the temperature was 30 degrees today and she’d been on her feet all day walking around the city with Ariel, not to mention she wore those shoes to most of her shifts. Pieces of off-white lint littered the sole, the size of soccer balls to the diminished men. A bold white line circled around them; fear entered their system as they quickly realised, they were standing atop her faded shoe size. Forget the rest of the cavernous boot, their lives couldn’t even amount to the size of the label that announced their prison’s magnitude. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” her thunderous voice echoed down into the muggy chamber as the floor gave way beneath them, they rolled down into the toe section. The stench became even more oppressive as the pair coughed and gagged on it, a glance around the dim atmosphere revealed the five deep imprints of the giantess’ toes, the insole’s material vanished the lower the indent went. A great fuzzy boulder cut off all light to the outside as she stuffed her sock into the boot effectively entombing them until further notice.
Drew had accepted his fate at Casey’s hands, but to see these titans carelessly play with the lives of others started a fire within him, “let them out of there,” he squeaked up to his tormentor with the hopes that it would reach her ears.
An astonished gasp escaped Ariel’s lips as Casey snickered at Drew’s sudden outburst, “what, are you jealous or something?” Before teasing him further, her foot engulfed his body as she smothered it against the bed sheet, free from her sock, the slick sweat coated his body and turned his dress into a disgusting dark shade of yellow, “and watch how you speak to me.” Right, what was he thinking.
“You want me to train it for you, my dad’s really good at disciplining them,” Ariel piped up.
Casey let out a low chuckle, “oh, don’t worry he’s already got daddy disciplining him,” she pushed her foot harder against the bed, her tongue gliding over her pink lips.
“Whatever,” Ariel uninterestedly watched on as she pulled her phone out, “you’re so weird.”
After a few more moments of grinding Drew under her foot, the wiry threads from her sock left a mark on his cheeks from being squished against the woven fabric, Casey looked back to her friend, “actually, why don’t I show you Prisoners now.”
Ariel frantically searched around her, “wait, which prisoners?”
“The movie dumbass,” Casey wrapped her fingers around Drew and motioned her friend out of her room towards their home cinema. As they made their way through the house, Ariel asked if the movie was a romcom only to be met by the blonde’s trademark sarcasm. “I gotta piss, take twink for a sec,” his form was tossed across a short distance, a silver chain trailed behind him until he was met by the slender hands of the brunette giantess.
Shuddering footsteps rocked the expensive paintings on the wall as Casey lumbered around the corner, his new captor sneered down upon him, not a hint of kindness adorned her face, instead she looked upon him like one would look upon a pile of trash. Quaking steps rocked his whole world as she sauntered into the home cinema, landing with a poof as the soft cushion of the recliner chair took in her body, she let Drew fall onto a plush footstool in front of her. “You may only call me Miss Ariel, okay?” placing her towering feet around him, they bordered his vision on both sides like lofty trees, their weight distorted the ground beneath him, she liked when servants used her name, it made her feel important. “Now lick,” wrinkled soles loomed over him as her command rolled past. Debris littered her sole, miniscule bits of dirt and detritus clung to her foot as she presented them to him. Oblivious to the time that passed, the giantess had become frustrated with his lack of instant obedience. Toes larger than his head settled around his neck, their warmth contrasting the chilly feeling of his collar, and a well-known feeling came over him as his feet lifted, sending him into a frenzied panic. “Don’t make me ask again,” cold hazel eyes locked on to him, her grip relaxed, and he had a moment to gather himself before her foot thudded down in front of him again. The cool sensation of a tiny tongue working its way between the wrinkles of her feet caused a pleased scrunch of her toes and a delighted sigh to radiate from her, she deserved this she thought to herself, why? Because she was Ariel Cooper of course.
Light shone through the sliding door as Casey came back from her toilet break. “Already got the little runt working hard I see,” her hulking form lowered next to her friends feet, Drew’s cheeks went flush as he could feel her hot breath running down his back, “and you keep trying to tell me you don’t like feet, huh.” He was beyond her childish mocking; this was a matter of not getting his head crushed by some spoiled brat. “You’re no fun,” rising back to her full height, she pinched him by the back of his shirt and fell into the recliner next to the brunette, much to the dismay of her massage. While scrolling through the multiple streaming services she dropped her toy between her thick thighs, having seen the movie before, she needed an extra form of entertainment. After denying Ariel the satisfaction of knowing the plot off the bat she shifted her focus to the squirming man below.
The movie had been playing for roughly 30 minutes, and during that time Casey hadn’t taken her eyes off Drew, entranced by the image of her thighs dwarfing his body. During this time, the tiny man took a moment to take in his surroundings, below him was plush black leather, to either side were lavender polyester pants that struggled to contain her quads, and the main attraction that his gaze had avoided, her crotch. Massive metal zipper teeth hidden away behind a flap secured by a golden button, the beast within expelled a warmth which encompassed him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, breaking him from his thoughts. He slowly tracked up her looming body to find the source, over her exposed abdomen and over the curvature of her breasts-
WHAM.
Crushing purple walls collapsed together robbing Drew of any oxygen he once held in his tiny lungs, the interwoven fabric of her pants imprinted itself on him, the individual details showing through the thin layer of his dress. Despite it feeling as if he was flattened for several minutes, it had only been a few seconds before the gigantic thighs parted. Collapsing onto the chair, he fell in a heap right at the base of her crotch, a force placed itself on the back of his head that pushed him against the balmy material, it continued to drag his limp form against the coarse fabric for a few metres until it let him fall back down onto his ass, a frustrated sigh hummed in the air above.
“You alright?” Ariel asked
“Oh. Uh, yeah.” Casey reacted in a flustered manner; her attention turned back to Drew. This time, their eyes met. Her lips pursed as she mouthed one word that instilled the fear of god in him. “Soon.”