Brittany stepped from the large titanium tube into the cold air. As the growth-shrink process expended an intense amount of energy, a lot of heat was created. The even larger woman grabbed a towel from a nearby attended and wiped herself down. As she pulled the towel from her face, she saw her reflection in a nearby mirror and smirked.

“I finally did it.” She nearly squealed

“And that concludes your most recent promotion, Miss Dunham.” A nearby attendant spoke. “7 feet exactly.”

Less than a month into the New Year, Brittany had received her next promotion. Allegedly approval came directly from up top. It filled Brittany with butterflies to think that Ann might be noticing all her success.

Congratulations on your success, Vice President of Marketing. A voice came from behind Brittany’s towel covered body.

She turned to meet the deep brown eyes of her boss’ boss. The Chief of North America’s Operations, Francesca Hartsworth.

Brittany stammered as she took in the sight of the 9foot tall woman. “Uh, T-thank you ma’am.” She wasn’t used to feeling so small.

As Francesca approached, Brittany couldn’t help but soak in the sight. 9 feet, deeply tanned skin, inky-black hair, and a chiseled body. Brittany watched as Francesca’s calves flexed with each step. Her massive encased in black stilettos. Brittany glanced at the larger woman’s bare toes and noticed no less than 6 shrinkees. All men. Some under her soles and others wrapped completely around her toes. Their faces pained. Brittany bit her bottom lip in pleasure.

“Like them?” Francesca pulled Brittany’s attention back skyward.

“Oh, um.” Brittany struggled to compose herself. “You really wear them well.”

Francesca smirked, “Thank you. It’s part of our new sexual harassment training. I’m dubbing it the ‘tread softly’ campaign.”

Brittany’s southern laugh exited her lips, earning one from Francesca in return.

“I guess you’re wondering what brings me down here?” The larger woman asked.

“Uh, no, well yes, but um. You can do anything you want.” Brittany fought for words, but it was a losing battle as her brain had turned to jelly in the presence of the goddess-like appearance of her superior.

“Oh, hun!” Francesca placed a large hand on Brittany’s left shoulder, “Relax! I always make an appearance when one of my reports makes it to level 8. And especially in such a short time!”

Brittany couldn’t help but notice Francesca’s Texan drawl.

“How’s Ben doing?” Francesca quickly changed the subject. “I heard he could’ve benefited from ‘tread softly’. Hell, I remember when I hired him on. I guess that was a mistake, huh?”

“Oh, no ma’am. He was a challenge at first, but let’s just say all that is behind me now.” Brittany revealed a cheesy grin.

Francesca though for a second and then let out another bellowing laugh, “Girl! I always knew he was a pain in the ass, but I guess you’ve made it work, huh!?”

Brittany nodded enthusiastically. And, as if on cue, Ben made his presence felt.

With this, the women exchanged a few more pleasantries and went their different ways. Brittany was on Cloud 9 through the rest of the day.

Brittany returned to her office on the 47th for of the Vilecio New Orleans building. She stepped through the 20 foot doorway into her corner office. Her windows overlooked the Mississippi river to the east. Her hometown of Picayune, Mississippi somewhere in the distance. She wondered what her family and friends back home would think of her now. Lil Britt growing into Miss Dunham, Vice President of Marketing for Vilecio North America.

She took a seat behind her gigantic desk. Made of black granite with ruby inlay, she loved how it caught Sunlight. The black granite capturing the light and not letting it go like she did her trophies. Speaking of, she turned her head to the case she kept on the eastern window. 9 of her trophies within, Tanner having fulfilled his time as her vaginal captive. She noticed some movement and rose from her plush leather chair to investigate.

Brittany’s familiar laugh filled the room as she loomed over the glass case.

Poor 3-inch Damien was being bullied by 6-inch Tracy and 5-inch Hailey. The other boys all were placed at 4-inches while Regina and Lauren were the tallest at 7-inches. Needless to say, the boys were outmatched in any struggle; Brittany had already decided the hierarchy.

As Tracy smacked Damien around, Brittany’s shadow paused the action. All the shrinkees looked up toward their owner.

Brittany laughed as Tracy gave Damien one last punch to the gut before turned to face her.

“Good afternoon, my little toys. I see you’re all probably ready for lunch?”

They all nodded eagerly.

“First. You notice anything different?”

At their miniature size, it was difficult to distinguish the differences of anybody above 6feet, but Chad quickly piped up.

“You got a promotion!” His genuine excitement for Brittany made her blush slightly.

“That’s right! You’re a very observant boy!” Brittany leaned down and kissed the glass.

This earned an audible grown from all of Brittany’s other captives as Chad’s penis grew in excitement.

“Oh, we can’t go having that.” With a quick tap of her ear, a shock ran through Chad and his dick wilted. This earned snickering from Chad’s female cohorts and a cringe of sympathy from his male cohorts.

“Y’all are looking at the new and improved Brittany Dunham. 7 feet of Power, Prettiness, and…most of all, Pettiness.” Brittany smirked at those in the cage, hands on her hips, feet wide apart. A power stance if there ever was one. “I think this calls for a celebration party.” With this Brittany pressed another spot on her ear and the airtight lid of her trophies’ cage opened. Without another word, both of Brittany’s hand reached in and scooped all 9 people without a problem.

Brittany gripped her fingers around the individuals in each hand. Their squirming bodies nothing more than masses of flesh which she could squish like grapes. The thought ran through her mind briefly as she admired her black fingernails curled like talons. She stared briefly out the window, her own reflection staring back. A new outfit provided by Vilecio. She went with a casual look for today. A pair of blue jeans and black low-cut blouse accentuated her new muscles and curves.

“Let’s get y’all somewhere comfy.” Brittany spoke to her hands. She didn’t care if her shrinkees could hear her.

“Get your ass out my face!” Damien screamed from within his Ex’s grasp. He didn’t know who’s it was in the tangle of bodies, but he didn’t appreciate it. Regina stifled a giggle as she could feel Damien’s mouth on her left check. Brittany’s close grip quickly ended any happiness she felt, however, as the air was squeezed from all those within the giant grasp.

The sound of her heels clacking against her office’s marbled floor filled the room. Brittany’s giant form strolled casually to her favorite spot – a leather chaise pressed against the window with a perfect view of the French Quarter. Brittany threw herself on the plush surface, her body landed with a soft bounce. She lay back into the back rest and swung her legs up on the chair.

“Really glad I sprung for the extra-large” At 10 feet long, the chaise lounge would only last a few more promotions. Brittany leaned forward, nearly touching her toes, and opened both hands simultaneously. All 9 trophies fell onto the surface with a nearly inaudible plop.

Roger screamed as he fell from Brittany’s hand. The rough landing, he expected, however, was not what he go. He felt a soft surface beneath him. “Get off me, runt.” Lauren barked angrily as Roger’s arm lay across her breasts.  “Oh, sorry Lauren.” Roger blushed sheepishly as he realized Lauren’s larger body had cushioned his fall. As Lauren, Roger, and their cohorts rose to their full, miniscule, heights. They all couldn’t help but take in the full breadth of Brittany’s body.

Brittany watched as her little slaves stared in awe. They all clumped together by her left ankle. “Beautiful, ain’t I?” she teased.

As he stood in Lauren’s shadow, Roger couldn’t believe how insignificant he felt. Lauren already towered over him and she was only a half-foot high. Brittany may as well have been an entire skyscraper. His eyes tried to take in each inch before him, but it was overwhelming. “Harvard never prepared me for this.” He muttered.

Hearing Roger’s small joke, Brittany chuckled. “Y’all really should’ve been learning callous care 101!” Brittany joked back, reminding Roger that she was practically omniscient as far as they were concerned.

“Now how about y’all remove them heels and do what big ole Britt wants y’all to do.” Brittany loved hamming up her Southern accent whenever Roger brought up Harvard. She loved lording the fact that he ‘lost’ to a ‘hick’ as he put it.

Turning their heads, the group stared up at the blood-red chunky heels adoring Brittany’s, now, size 21 feet. At about 22 inches long, they stood more than 3 times taller than the groups tallest members.

Brittany tapped her shoes together “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.” She began “Oh wait. That won’t work. This is my fairy tale that y’all live in it. So, if you don’t want to end up like the wicked witch, get to moving.”

Brittany stretched out a little as she lifted her arms and rested them on either side of her on top of the chaise.

Roger’s staring was stopped as he was pushed forward. He turned to see Lauren with her leg lifted; her foot having pushed him forward. “All you twerps can get to work on this.” Lauren ordered, earning agreement from the other girls.

Brittany smiled as she watched the smaller women take charge. The 4 girls quickly getting the boys to do the work.

“Great management, girls.” Brittany teased. She didn’t care how the work got done. And besides, this was more humiliating for the guys, which was her only concern in the end.

Stepping up to the first heel, the 5 guys worked in tandem to unbuckle the primary strap. Brittany watched in admiration at the teamwork.

Within 5 minutes, the left heel had been unbuckled from Brittany’s ankle.  

“Lemme give y’all a little help.” Brittany wiggled her foot enough so that her toes slid from the footwear the heel fell to the side.

“Timber!” Tanner yelled half-joking, half-serious, as Brittany’s shoe tumbled toward the scattering group.

Brittany sighed with pleasure as her left foot was no free. Her sole enjoying the cool air. “Y’all would not believe how intense the growing process is. Well, Lyle, you may remember. I bet you can guess how sweaty I got.”

Sure enough, in the wind cast by the falling shoe, the group caught a whiff of what had been developing between Brittany’s massive sole and the leather insole of the shoe.

Hailey struggled not to gag at the smell of the younger woman’s feet, but it was no use. Her retching was soon heard by Brittany.

“Aw. Hails don’t be so dramatic. It ain’t that bad.” Brittany teased as Hailey continued to gag. “Let me help you out.”

The group watched in horror and awe as Brittany leaned forward and plucked Hailey skyward. It was so effortless.

At her larger size, Brittany had to be more careful not to lose grip of her tiny pets, but she carefully maneuvered Hailey so that the smaller girl was held between her left thumb and forefinger.

Hailey’s vision was blurred by tears and, thus, she was blind to where Brittany was taken her. The rest of the group watched with disgust as Brittany spread her toes and began dragging the smaller woman between each one.

“There we go! This smell ain’t nothing a little flossing can’t help with.” Brittany laughed as she felt Hailey’s tiny body work into each crevice and groove between her toes. The day’s accumulated sweat rubbing onto the tiny girl.

“Oh god.” Lauren spoke aloud, feeling sorry for Hailey.

“That’s oh Goddess!” Brittany replied maniacally.

Finally, after minutes of being rubbed all over Brittany’s foot, Hailey was tossed back to the surface. She curled into a ball, sobbing, and broken. Her hair a matted mess.

Brittany leaned back, “That was pleasant. Y’all get that next shoe done and I’ll decide who gets the pleasure of doing that one.”

The group remained still.

“NOW!” Brittany yelled and kicked the chair so that the group bounced.

As if beckoned by Athena herself, the 8 remaining members scurried to Brittany’s right side and, once again at the girls’ direction, removed Brittany’s other heel.

“Dang. That feels nice.” Brittany expressed now that both feet were free. She loudly popped her toes.

“Now which one of y’all want to be my toe floss this time?” Brittany asked.

“Chad?” She teased, but only delivered another shock to the boy.

“How about you toe jam?” She asked Damien.

Damien looked around at the rest of the group who stepped back. “I-it would be an honor.” He tried to appease his giant Ex.

“Good answer.” She replied. “Actually. I know just the man for the job.” This caused the girls all to breath a sigh of a relief.

“Mr. Ivy League.”

Roger’s stomach fell.

“I got an interesting task for you. Since you know all the fancy words, I want you to help me out. As they say, ‘a rose by any other name would smell as sweet’. And I think my feet would smell sweet regardless.”

Roger stood motionless as Brittany’s monologue continued.

“I want your nose deep in there and I want to hear you sniffing. Then I want you to think of nice synonyms to use to describe them. That sound good?”

Defeated, Roger could only reply in an affirmative, “Of course, Britt.”

Without another word, Brittany repeated the act with Roger as she did Hailey. His inhales playing like music in her ears.

“Peaches!” He screamed, a globule of sweat entering his mouth.

“Christmas!” He yelled again.

“Delicious Barbeque!” He shouted as his mouth was used to scrape the underside of Brittany’s nails.

“Mint!” When his face was squished by her pinky toe.

Once more, after another 5 minutes, Brittany was finished. But instead of dropping Roger like she did Hailey, she brought him toward her face. “Well, that was just the nicest things anybody has ever said about my feet.” Her hot breath smelling like her lunch of Oysters blew upon him. “In fact, I think you earned a reward.”

The group didn’t know what to expect.

“Miss Francesca gave me a new toy to play with in honor of my promotion.” With this, Brittany pulled a small case from her jeans. It looked similar to the kind used for earbuds, only when she popped it open there were twelve small silver cuffs. Carefully pulling a set from the case, she applied them to Roger’s wrist and ankles.

“Watch this y’all.” Brittany spoke to her trophies before tapping her ear. Roger began to scream in pain as his body pulled forward until his wrists and ankles met. He formed a circular shape so that his face and chest acted as the inside of the circle.

Brittany lifted Roger into the air and twirled him in her finger. She admired how solid he felt and how perfectly round he became. She had muted Roger’s screams seconds prior. She reached down to her left foot and maneuvered Roger around her second toe.

“Let’s see how well you fit, little guy.”

She slowly slid him down onto the digit. Her fingers slowly twisting and turning his deformed body onto  her toe. Roger’s screams became muffled against her skin. Finally, she leaned back and wiggled her toes. The Sun struck Roger’s cuffs perfectly.

“How’s he look, y’all?”

All her trophies looked in horror at Brittany’s new living body ornament.

“What? Y’all worried? Don’t be. I’m going for a run later and he’ll have enough sweat to keep him hydrated for days.”

Brittany stared at Roger in awe. The power she felt as the squirming man was wrapped around her toe and powerless to do anything about it. She thought about all the other possibilities in store for herself this year.

“Ya’ll think Damien would be big enough to go around my pinky toe?” She quipped.