Walking down the long corridor behind Ann, Nick didn’t know what to think anymore. What was
supposed to become an easy $1,000 had turned into a nightmare. Thoughts of escape ran through his
mind, but he didn’t know where to begin. The hallways seemed endless and, seemingly, barren of doors.
“How do you like the facility, Nick?” Ann asked, keeping a steady pace ahead of Nick.

He couldn’t believe how casual Ann was. How ambivalent she was toward the nude man following
behind. The man whom she could’ve killed minutes prior.

“It’s very nice.” Nick managed to croak out of his sore jaw.

“Thank you. We strive for ‘very nice’ . Oh. Please try not to drip any blood on the floor or I’ll have to
make you lick it up.” Ann replied in a chipper-tone.

Luckily, any blood remaining from his prior beating had long since dried or been wiped off. Still, he
gulped instinctively.

Limping along behind Ann, Nick couldn’t help but let his eyes gaze at her titanic hips which swayed with
each step. Her titanic feet making intimidating slaps with each foot-fall.

“Your heart-rate’s increasing. That’s not good.” Ann spoke aloud, her hands fiddling with her tablet.
Nick suddenly felt a calmness wash over him as his eyes returned to the ground.

“Ah. Much better.” Ann spoke with satisfaction. “It looks like your Remote Neuro Chip is working
successfully. You might have felt a slight pinch in your lower back when I installed in the last test.”
“What? Remote Neuro Chip?” Nick asked. Though shocked, his voice remained calm. No doubt from the
chip.

“Contrived, I know. I’ll let marketing think of a better name” Ann replied, continuing her slow pace
ahead. “In short. Once implanted, it allows whoever has remote access to control the wearer’s complete
body functions. From this…” Ann pressed her tablet.

Nick stopped dead in his tracks and fell to his knees.

“…to this.” She turned around, presenting the tablet’s screen for Nick to see.

What Nick saw nearly caused him to puke as vertigo washed over him. On the screen was a direct feed
of what Nick was seeing, giving him the most serious case of double-vision ever.
Ann pulled the tablet away with a satisfying chuckle.

Craning his head up, Nick’s legs refused to respond as he was dwarfed even more by the Amazon.
“It’s always so weird seeing myself this way. Oh snap. I forgot to wear panties today!” She giggled,
position her crotch directly above Nick.

Nick remained still, fearful that the tan columns straddling either side of him could close in an instant,
crushing him.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Ann asked, sounding almost genuine in her curiosity.

Nick’s sight of Ann’s bare pussy was soon replaced with one of her soles. Her toes wiggling slightly.
“That’s totally gross.” Ann looked at the bottom of her own foot through Nick’s eyes. “I forget how dirty
these floors can be. As you can guess. It’s much easier for somebody,” she paused “of my size to go
without shoes than to try to pay for a custom pair. You wouldn’t mind doing me a favour would you?”
Nick found himself too scared to answer.

“Who am I kidding? Of course you wouldn’t. You can take it off the $125,000 you owe me.” With this
Ann played further with the tablet in her hands.

Nick mouth soon opened as if being forced by an invisible vice and his tongue slowly extended itself.
Ann made a sour face, “Is that really all you got? Oh well.”

Nick could only watch in horror as the sole lowered toward him. At nearly half his own size, he was sure
he would be flattened. His face was soon pressed firmly into Ann’s instep.
“Ooooh, that’s nice.”

Slowly, the foot drug back, Nick’s tongue leaving a clean trail in the dirt on the sole as it transferred to
his mouth.

Revealing Nick’s face below, tears running out of his eyes, Ann smiled.
“This is the first chance I’ve ever had to test the Neuro Chip. It’s so cool.” Her sole soon found itself back
on top of her test subject’s face.

Nick wanted to gag, but couldn’t as the dirt, skin, and seat from Ann’s foot collected on his tongue.
Finishing one foot, Ann looked down at Nick. A slight frown formed before her lips puckered and a large
globule of saliva worked its way from between them, landing squarely on Nick’s face and mouth.

“There. Your tongue was getting a little dirty, figured I would help. No need to thank me.”

Ann’s face was soon replaced by her other sole as she finished her “testing” with Nick.

Lifting her feet as if to check if she stepped in something, Ann was satisfied by the results. The creamy
soles of her tawny feet were near bare, save for a mix of her own and Nick’s dried spit.

“Very. Very cool.” With a few taps of her fingers, Nick was standing back up as if nothing had happened.
“We’re almost to testing room 2. Please stay close.”

Nick couldn’t believe how casual the girl was about what had occurred so far. What she had put him
through, he felt his anger begin to rise, but then wash away as Ann played with the tablet. His eyes
focused once more on her thick thighs with taste of salt and earth coating his mouth…

“And here we are.” Ann stopped at a door which seemed to have materialized along the wall from
nowhere.

Nick grew nervous, unsure of what awaited him on the other side of the ivory slab engraved with the
word “Gulliver”

“Like it?” Ann asked, noticing Nick reading the words. “All our rooms are named in a way to reflect their
purpose. I know you didn’t notice, but testing room 1 was actually the ‘Stone Cold’ room.”

Nick couldn’t help but to smirk at the cheekiness of the name.

With a quick press of her tablet, Ann motioned Nick through the, now open, door.

Stepping past his giant tester, though he saw her more as a captor, Nick walked into a room that was
completely dark except for a faint, pink glow along the outer edges. Ann’s thunderous foot-steps
followed, with the light from the hallway quickly being cut off as the door closed.

“Just one second.” Ann spoke from behind, no doubt fiddling with her tablet.

Nick watched as the room lit up. The pink light faded as a orange hue overtook the room casting an,
almost fiery, glow.

“Welcome to test two,” Ann began, stepping from behind Nick to once more hold her size over him.
“your results from test one could’ve directed toward any number of tests. Luckily for me, you were
deemed 99.9999% appropriate for S.M.O.L testing. Also, luckily for you, you just missed out on our
continuous labour program.”

Nick felt his body grow cold as fear, once-more, overtook him. His body shaking like a frightened
chihuahua.

Looking around the room, Nick noticed it’s familiarity to the ‘Stone Cold’ room. Completely empty, save
for a small steel table in the middle with a glass of, what looked to be, purple Kool-aid.
“I imagine your thirsty?” Ann asked.

Nick smacked his lips, suddenly more aware of how parched he was. The acrid taste from Ann’s feet still
coating his lips.

“Wh-what is it?” He asked, nervously, staring at the glass with suspicion.”
“I told you. It’s project S.M.O.L. Now drink up, or we might need to go back to test one to reevaluate.”
Ann threatened.

Nick stepped carefully toward the glass, apprehensive as to what else there may be. Ann followed
closely behind until he finally reached the small table.

“Now extend your arm.” Ann encouraged, but Nick resisted. This earned a sigh from the gigantic female,
“I guess I’ll do it myself.”

Nick watched helplessly as Ann worked her tablet. His arm began to move by itself, grabbing the liquid
and holding it before his already awaiting mouth. His wrist betrayed him, slowly turning to pour the
purple elixir into his mouth. Thankfully it was tasteless. A sudden feeling of being trapped in his own
body washed over him his throat swallowed.

“Perfect.” Ann replied, relinquishing control of Nick’s body back to him, causing the glass to drop on the
ground, shattering into hundreds of pieces.

“You clumsy idiot.” Ann scoffed before pressing a couple more buttons on her tablet. What Nick saw
nearly caused him to faint.

On a nearby wall, a small hole opened. It was like a group of ants had been let loose, only they weren’t
ants.

Nick watched in horror as dozens of, what looked to be, tinies people scurried around he and Ann’s feet
working diligently to pick up every last piece of glass. Some of the people looked to range from 1ft tall to
mere inches.

“You should see the look on your face right now.” Ann laughed.

Within minutes, the glass had been completely cleaned and the tiny people had returned to their, literal,
hole in the wall.

“wh-what are those?” Nick stuttered, light-headed.

“Oh. Those are just successful project S.M.O.L test subjects.” Ann spoke matter-of-factly.
Nick nearly pissed himself, “Successful S.M.O.L subjects!? But didn’t I.. Won’t I…” the world grew dizzy
around him.

“Yep. Yep. And Yep.” Ann answered, pushing a few more buttons on her tablet. “I was hoping to show
you this once it took effect, but I guess now is a time as any.”

The room darkened once more as one wall illuminated and a cartoony music began.
Nick watched the wall as a video seemed to begin to play.

“SO YOU’RE GOING TO BE SMOL?” A comic-sans font floated on the screen followed by camera shots of
the Vilecio facility.

“Congratulations!” a narrator spoke, “and welcome to Vilecio’s SMOL program. Thanks to intrepid
explorers such as yourself. Vilecio is pushing the envelope of all that is possible and benefiting all of
humankind…”

Nick wanted to puke as the video reminded him of 1950s Cold war propaganda, but in 4K.
“…But what does being SMOL entail?” the narrator continued. “As a successful test subject, you will be
introduced into a variety of opportunities around Vilecio. From important scientific research…”
The screen flashed to an image of a group of small people being tested with what looked to be makeup.
“…to ensuring the continuous success of Vilecio products…”

The screen then showed a small clip of tiny people working on what looked to children’s toys.
“…To even helping your co-workers…”

Nick watched in horror as the screen showed a seated Indian woman working at a lab table while a
small, foot-tall blond, massaged her feet.

“Haha. Good job, Stacy! Way to go from Rashmi’s supervisor to helping her out!” The narrator spoke in a
sickening cheery tone.

“We thank you for your interest in project S.M.O.L and wish you the greatest success. Your belongings
will be donated to a charity of our choosing…”
With this, the video ended.

“Better than ‘Titanic’” Ann spoke from above, a broad smile on her face.
“Ann!” Nick was filled with anger. “What the fuck is this!? Wait until I contact my lawyers. You’ll never
get away with this.”

Ann’s familiar sigh filled the room. “You just don’t get it, do you, you little runt? The minute you stepped
through that door, you became Vilecio’s property. MY property.” The female roared. “Don’t you
remember all the money you us from test one? It wasn’t a game.”

Nick reddened in anger and fear as Ann towered over him exerting her voice.
“No. By our calculations, you’re going to be no more than 1/16 th your original size once the effect of
S.M.O.L stop. That means you’ll need 16 times as long as a normal person to pay us…”
Nick thought he could feel himself shrinking as Ann continued.

“You will be working here for the rest.” Ann poked a thick finger into Nick’s chest, pushing him
backwards.

“of your.” One more poke, Nick struggled to maintain his balance.
“Pathetic.” One final poke and Nick fell onto his back, looking up at Ann towering over him.
“Little life.” Ann’s foot lifted from the ground, covering up Nick’s body which seemed to be shrinking by
the second.

The orange hue of the room was replaced by a familiar wetness as his fresh air supply was cut-off and
his eyes were plunged into darkness…