Anthony opened his eyes, the sound of a finger snapping jolting him awake.

"Hey," a calm, but authoritative voice sounded off. "Wakey wakey, little boy."

It seemed that all he could see around him was pure grey, before he looked to his left and saw a giant woman's eyes peering through steel bars.

He was in a cage.

"W-what's going on? What are you planning to do me? I don't... I was just on the street a second ago!" Anthony sounded off, as he backed away as far as possible from the woman's face.

"Your confusion is understandable, and I want to let you know that you're safe. You're in a Parvus center, and I'm Margaret, your Parvus Wellness Manager."

"Oh, Jesus... Oh no..." He curled up in a ball in the corner and started silently weeping.

"Anthony, I know this situation seems frustrating," Margaret started, "I hear you, and I see you. My job is to get you out of here as soon as possible so that we can find you a new home. Will you let me do that, Anthony?"

"I... I was doing fine, I was alright, why did you-"

"I'm not so sure about that, Anthony. The streets are dangerous. What if a wild animal found you, or if you had starved? I'm here to make sure that can't happen, little guy," she stepped back from the cage, giving Anthony a better view of her face. Her long, brown hair managed to shine even in the dull light of the facility, and she looked like she was in her early 30s. A loud, industrial noise sounded off as she unlocked the cage, reaching her hand in.

"Let's get started, Anthony. Climb in my hand."

Anthony, after wiping his tears on his arm, got up to follow her order, before he realized he was naked. He let out a small yelp as he did his best to cover his genitals. He couldn't remember the last proper interaction he had had with a woman.

Margaret laughed in a kind of friendly way. "It's okay, Anthony. I've seen my fair share of nudity working here, you've got nothing to be worried about."

Anthony was hesitant, but he worked up the courage to uncover himself, and to get into the giant hand in front of him. As the digits wrapped around him, he couldn't help but wonder if he had just signed away his freedom. He had heard too many stories about what the Giants did with people his size, but this Margaret lady was the first one he had interacted with that didn't try to spit or step on him. She didn't have any look of disgust in her eyes when she looked at him. He had to trust her.

As he was lifted out into the world of the facility, he got a look at his cage from the outside. He quickly noticed that he had just been in one of a whole wall of cages just like his, most of them full with unconscious occupants.

He took a look at Margaret as she held him in her hand, taking note of how her curves were on full display in her business casual clothing. She gently set him in her breast pocket, right above a nametag that read "Margaret Olsen". Her boobs jumped up and down below him as she walked, and Anthony held on for dear life.

"So, this will be Day One of your Parvus Orientation," Margaret spoke down to him as she set him down on a table in another room. This one felt more like an office, with a coffee machine and computer at the ready, tacky corporate art lining the walls. "It's my job to comfortably transition you into a new home within 30 days. I know that seems like a short amount of time, but we have a lot of work to do. First, before we can match you with a customer, we-"

"I can't believe this... I'm going to be sold..." Anthony spoke.

"Disbelief is a common reaction among our population," Margaret responded quickly. "The Orientation process was set up in the first place to ensure you won't feel lost or misguided when you are placed in your new home. Trust me, I will help you figure all of this out, okay?" 

Anthony felt angry inside, but at the same time, he couldn't help but want to trust this beautiful woman. 

"Can... Can you at least tell me what day it is, first? Before we get into all of the training?" Anthony asked.

"We prefer the term "Orientation", and it is..." Margaret looked down at her watch. "Monday, January 9th, 2023". 

"Jesus," the tiny man couldn't believe it. He must have been out on the street, scavenging and running, for an entire year. He was somewhat emaciated from the experience, but he sure as hell knew it was better than being somebody's pet. 

He looked up at Margaret, the look in her eyes signifying genuine compassion. 

Maybe it was time to accept his new place in society. He didn't know if his dignity was worth trading for a roof over his head, but at the same time, he knew well that had Parvus not nabbed him, his life on the outside wouldn't have lasted much longer.

"Do you need a moment?" Margaret asked him kindly.

"No, no, I'm fine. Let's get started, Margaret," Anthony said, holding his head up high.

"Oookay, so..." Margaret pulled out a clipboard and started writing on it. "Parvus surveyed its customers to find out what exactly they most enjoy doing with their shrunken people, and we're going to spend some time going over these basic exercises to make sure you know them well by the time we match you up."

Anthony heard the woman's shoes drop below him. She propped her feet up on the table in front of him, giving him a perfect glimpse of her gargantuan soles. 

"Let's start with the foot massage," Margaret began. "This is going to be a little different than it might have been at your original size," she continued, flexing her soles.

As she instructed him to pound his fists against her soles and push himself as hard as possible into them, he found himself tiring quickly. 

"That's it..." Margaret seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself. "Now push a little bit harder."

After just a few minutes of this, Anthony fell to his knees, gasping for air.

"Hmm... Six minutes and twenty seconds," she stopped a timer on her phone. "This is something we'll have to work on. Do you think you can get to ten minutes tomorrow?"

And so it went - Anthony spent the next two weeks waking up every morning to massage this beautiful woman's soles, building his time up every day until he was able to do it for half an hour while barely breaking a sweat. He also started to train in lifting small articles of clothing, and in collaborating with other tinies in washing dishes and cleaning different surfaces. 

--

"Okay, that's enough, Anthony."

The doll-sized man subsided, backing away from Margaret's feet and sitting down as he awaited his reward: a small piece of her sandwich, and a bottle cap's worth of water.

"What do you say when you're rewarded, little boy?" Margaret asked, rhetorically. 

"Thank you, mistress," he responded warmly. Once he finished his food, she locked the door to her office. 

"I have to be honest with you, Anthony," Margaret said. "This is by far my favorite part. This exercise tends to appeal to our female customer base."

Anthony gasped as she unbuttoned her dress pants, letting them fall to the floor. Her titanic thighs and wide hips were on display, the curvature of her shapely bottom showing even from the front. 

"Uhm, I-" Anthony was speechless.

"I see that little thing of yours getting hard, don't deny it..." Margaret spoke sensually, wrapping him up in her hand as she brought him close. Setting him between her thighs, she parted her panties to reveal her wet pussy.

"This one's actually pretty easy, as long as you don't mind getting wet~" she opened her pussy lips, inviting him to crawl inside. As Anthony became wrapped up in the lips, he found himself slipping into it further, before her fingers guided his body, rubbing him all over her vagina, her heartbeat increasing in volume and intensity above.

He had to be careful to hold his breath and avoid drowning whenever he was pushed deep inside of her, but otherwise, he was in heaven. He had spent the last two weeks falling in love with this Giantess, learning to love to serve her, and he was thankful for the opportunity to pleasure her inbetween her thick thighs. Margaret began to moan softly above, and before he knew it, Anthony had helped her to orgasm several times.

--

"Well, little guy, it looks like this is it," Margaret said, the slightest hint of regret evident in her voice. "You did a fantastic job in your Orientation, and now you've been matched with a household." 

"M-Margaret?" Anthony nervously spoke from inside of his cage.

"Yes?"

"Is there any way you could, um... Maybe take me yourself?"

"Aww.." Margaret looked down to the floor. "You're not the first little tiny to ask me that, you know. Good luck to you, Anthony." She blew him a kiss before walking away.