Amanda released a deep yawn as she stretched her arms and
legs to their limits. Her first-class seat provided ample room for her to move
as needed. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and pressed a button on her armrest
to raise the window-blind to her left. The mid-morning sun shined brightly over
the British Isles. A perfect sunny day welcoming her for the next 3 days.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed your flight. We
will be landing in approximately 45 minutes. Please stow away all….” Amanda
tuned out the overhead announcement as she worked to get her things sorted.

Her outfit from the earlier night completely, Amanda’s legs stretched
in front of her. Her toes splayed as she continued to moan with pleasure from
her morning stretch.

“Good morning, wee ones.” She spoke with a fake English
accent to her feet. 5 heads looked back from between her spread toes (Paisley
having been discarded somewhere between New York and Iceland). “I didn’t snore
too loudly, did I?” the 5 heads confirmed in the negative in near unison. This
earned a bubbly chuckle form Amanda.

With its exclusion from the European Union, the United
Kingdom was much more lenient on a person holding shrinks. If it was for government
condoned business, and all the paperwork was in order, British authorities
would turn a blind eye. And, luckily for Amanda, all her forged documents were
of the highest quality.

Amanda turned on her phone and checked for messages. A message
from Lily had arrived between her time falling-asleep and now. Among the location
of the hotel Amanda would be staying at, the message also contained one of Lily’s
patented personalizations.

“Hope you don’t grow bored of the board! 😉”

Amanda smiled and looked back to her feet. She scrunched her
toes and watched as the five faces squished and deformed against her skin. The
little faces completely at the whims of her digits.

“Oh, Lil. I don’t think I’ll be getting bored anytime soon.”
Amanda whispered to herself and played with her toys a few more moments before
finally slipping on a pair of pink Pumas. Her captives cast into the darkness
of her sneakers, Amanda leaned back and awaited for the plane to touchdown. She
felt Lenny’s struggles against her crotch and squeezed her thighs closer
together as she watched the English countryside take up more of the view.

With her usual backpack in tow, Amanda took in the sights of
the airport. Though not as large as some of the city’s more established airports,
Amanda loved flying into London City. It always made for an easy commute, and
she felt it represented more of the local flavour.

As she headed toward the connected rail line, Amanda took in
the sights and sounds around her. Others coming and going, the hustle and
bustle of their daily lives, but the thing that stood out the most was the rise
in the presence in shrinks. Lily International had perfected personal shrinking
technology only five years prior. Before this, shrinking tech had only existed
for military and scientific use. Now, with the increase in law enforcement
usage and those such as herself, shrinks had grown as property and pets to
millions of civilians. It was highly suspected that upwards of 40% of shrinks
were illegally required, but with so many being introduced to the supply
annually, it was difficult for governments to control the licensing of the poor
people.

Amanda walked past one boarding area and saw that it was
headed toward Mumbai. “Long flight.” She thought to herself as she noticed an Indian
woman in her 40s, on a chain between the woman’s breasts hung a thrashing pale brunette.
This caused Amanda pause at first, but then she noticed the diplomatic paperwork
in the larger woman’s hand. Amanda shrugged and moved on.

Amanda was soon on the train heading toward Kensington.
Amanda greatly appreciated this as it gave her a chance to scratch her museum
itch while working on this mission.

Once in her hotel room, Amanda repeated the familiar act of placing
her wardrobe. She then began to strip from her clothes.

Unlacing her Pumas, she pulled them off sighed. After spending
nearly 8 hours cooped on a plane and then cramped against others on a train, it
was nice to stretch out and unwind in her own space.

Though it was late August and the weather was starting to
change toward fall; the humidity was still high and Amanda perspired
accordingly.

She took a seat on the edge of her mattress and crossed her
left leg over her right. The freshly freed foot dangled in the air. Her eyes
took in the sight of her own sole, slightly reddened from the walking she had
done. She observed the specks of dirt and dust from her shoe and then stared at
the backside of her captives. Their heads snuggled into the gaps between her
toes, their backs were covered by the Kinesiology Tape she had used to secure
them into place.

Amanda grabbed one edge of the tap and pulled slowly. One by
one, the tiny bodies were pulled form her foot. The heads freed from the vices
of her toes.

Amanda dangled the tape in front of her face and laughed at
the bodies stuck to it like flies to flypaper. 2 tiny men and a woman stared
back at Amanda as they dangled in the air.

“Good to finally have some fresh air, huh?” She teased.

All three shrinks suddenly burst into tears and screams, no
doubt begging for their freedom or promising to not tell the authorities. Unfortunately,
it was too late as Amanda would have buyers for them all by the end of her time
here.

Amanda placed the trio face down onto her bed, muffling the high-pitched
squeaks. She repeated the act with her other foot and pulled Paisley’s
remaining companions loose. Their strip of tape rested next to their
counterparts’.

Amanda then stripped from her t-shirt and blue jeans leaving
only a pair of rainbow panties. She slowly stripped in-front of a full-length mirror
in the corner of the room and smiled at the sight. Her nude body completely
filling the mirror, Lenny’s face stuck out from her vagina. An adjustment made
after taking care of Paisley. Her red stubble surrounding the man’s face, it
reminded her of something created by a renaissance painter. A doomed man attempting
to escape from hell.

“Hints of Caravaggio or am I crazy?” Amanda stood triumphantly
with her fists on her hips, her body slightly leaning to one side and head tilting
the other. The pose emphasized the firmness and tones of her svelte form. A
body she had spent her entire life building and maintained religiously.

“Okay. Enough of admiring me, dude.” Amanda teased as Lenny
really had no other option. “Time to shower really quick then off to the museums
and tea!”

Amanda hummed softly as she showered. Her fingers running over
skin, rubbing in exfoliating body wash. She made sure to scrub Lenny’s face
with a pinky- full of the stuff.

Freshly washed, Amanda returned to her bed and sat down. A
fresh pair of blue jeans and a blouse printed with the flag of the United
Kingdom now adorned her body. She crossed her legs and reversed the prior act.
Reusing the tape, she placed the board members back into their prior grooves.
Their faces fit almost as if they were made for Amanda’s feet.

Amanda checked out her outfit in the mirror, then with a
bounce a smile headed out to do some sight-seeing.

Amanda walked with purpose. Her soft shoes were carefully planted
on each inch of ground which Amanda covered. With each footfall, Amanda could
feel the board members press into the undersides of her feet. They reminded of
stepping on her brother’s action figures as a kid, though much squishier.

Amanda’s first stop was Kensington Palace. She spent over 2
hours trekking the grounds. As she passed through the halls, she couldn’t help
but admire the artwork and architecture; Lily popped to her mind. Amanda
imagined her living like a modern-day monarch.

After Kensington Palace, Amanda checked her phone.

“1PM. Lunch?” She spoke aloud as if to ask her captives
their opinions. Amanda waited a few seconds before smiling and answering
herself “Lunch!”

“I know it’s touristy, but I really couldn’t resist.” Once
more, Amanda spoke to her voiceless captives. Her head tilted to the sign above
the door which read “Miss Tettleton’s Tea House”.

“Hello Miss.” A chipper hostess greeted Amanda who struggled
to contain her giddiness. “Tea for 1?” the hostess asked.

“Yes please.” Amanda beamed to the hostess who returned the
smile.

Amanda passed by other tourists and some locals enjoying
their meals as she was led to garden area behind the building.

“Will outside work alright?” the hostess asked.

“Absolutely!” Amanda replied in her American chipperness.

Amanda couldn’t help but notice the hostess wore a golden
necklace which dipped below her neckline. Amanda though she saw the silhouette
of a small person pressed into the fabric. Amanda took a seat a waited to place
her order.

10 minutes later Amanda was happily sipping a mandarin orange
black tea and munching on cucumber sandwiches. She squealed with delight at the
coziness of the situation. Her toes wiggled playfully in her shoes. This
resulted in the board members having the morning’s accumulated toejam shoved
over and into their faces.

After 45 minutes of relaxation, Amanda finished off her tea
pot and a remaining scone. After paying her bill, Amanda stopped by to thank
the hostess for her friendliness.

“Oh..” Amanda added one more thing, “I adore your necklace.”

This earned a blush from hostess who replied “A former boyfriend
who I now hold close to my heart, miss.”

Amanda laughed, gave a wink, and was back on her way traipsing
about the city.

A stop at the Natural History and Science Museums found
Amanda on her feet for another 4 hours. She devoured every placard and exhibit
with hunger. One of the reason Lily mentioned she liked her was that Amanda was
always craving new knowledge, regardless how insignificant.

When she came upon an exhibit explaining evolution, Amanda
pondered what new path shrinking technology would send humanity down. Would a
new upper class of those who can afford to have and utilize the technology rise
while a lower class toiled, literally, below. Amanda stood and fantasized at
the thought of ruling over dozens or hundreds of tiny people forced to do her
bidding.

“Uh. Miss” A tap on Amanda’s shoulder pulled her from her fantasy
world. “You mind moving?”

Amanda turned to meet the face of a man who smiled at her. “Oh
yes. Sorry.” Amanda stepped back nervously.

“S’alright” the man replied as he stood and read the
exhibit.

“I’m sorry, are you all by yourself?” Amanda asked, feeling
herself still moist from her fantasizing.

“Uh,” the man began hesitantly, “Yeah. Just thought I’d take
a day from work. Got nothing else to do and nobody else to be with, so I
thought I’d get a bit of history.”

“Oh, no girlfriend or anything?” Amanda moved closer, her
mind already churning with a night ahead.

“Unfortunately not since Uni.” The man attempted to refocus
on the placards before him.

“How’d you like to show me around. As you can probably tell.
I’m not local.” Amanda let out a cheeky giggle.

This earned a smile in return from the man who extended his hand.
“Mark.” He spoke.

“Hailey.” Amanda replied and shook his hand back.

Thus, the two began inseparable. Unfortunately for Mark, ‘Hailey’
did not have is best interest in mind. Capping their night at a Pub chosen by
Amanda to avoid running into anybody which Mark may have known. For poor Lenny
and the board members, the misery would not end. The shrinks were near 12 hours
trapped under and in Amanda’s body before she and Mark found their ways to her hotel
room.

Amanda was quick to strip Mark naked and push him onto her
bed.

“A frisky yank tonight!” Mark yelled.

Amanda bit her bottom lip stared into Mark’s eyes as she
stood at the foot of the bed.

Mark watched eagerly as Amanda reached down and grabbed the
bottom of her shirt. His dick stood at full mast. Slowly Amanda pulled her
shirt upward to reveal her toned stomach. A few inches more and the holster with
her Reductress came into view.

“Hold on. What’s that!?” Mark propped up on his elbows and
stared with some fear in his eyes.

“Oh this?” Amanda completed the remove of her short. “This
is my fun gun.” She pulled the Reductress from its holster and placed her thumb
against it to unlock the trigger and initiate the default settings.

“Hold on. I don’t know what kind of laws they have over in
the states, but…”

Amanda was too giddy to let Mark finish, she pulled the
trigger. She let Mark’s miniature form writhe on the comforter as she slipped
out of her jeans and underwear. She slowly crawled onto the bed until she was
straddling Mark’s body between her knees.

The little man attempted to stand but kept falling thanks to
Amanda’s movements as she kneeled above him.

Amanda bit her bottom lip and played with her breast as she
watched Mark struggle below.

Mark stared up at his kidnapper in terror. A day of playing hooky
had turned into a night from hell. His eyes settled upon Amanda’s glistening
pussy lips, a days worth of thoughts ready to erupt forth. To his horror, Lenny
also stared at him from between the lips.

“Who the fuck are you!?” he screamed at Lenny

“Run, guy!” Lenny screamed in his Jersey accent

Mark struggled to get to his feet, but eventually rose and
turned from Amanda’s titanic form. His legs sunk into the comforter as if they
were in Jello. This threw off his balance, causing him to fall after only a few
strides.

“No use running my little limey.” Amanda boomed from above. “You
can’t escape fate.”

Amanda’s hand swooped down like a lion leaping on a fallen
gazelle. Mark was soon fighting against her right hand as her left hand reached
down to her crotch. She soon fell to the mattress and rolled onto her back. She
maneuvered Mark so that his upper torso poked from the top of her hand. Her
left hand continuing to work her vagina, Amanda’s lips hung open, wordlessly
she watched as Mark squirmed in grasp as her breathing increased.

Mark struggled and fought, but it was no use as he was
forced stare at this woman who was now masturbating to the sight of his tiny
form.

“How you feel about a threesome?” Amanda asked, her face
flushed.

Mark’s eyes grew in horror as he thought about what ‘Hailey’
meant.

Soon, Amanda’s left and right hands were working her vagina.
Poor Lenny and Mark were becoming well acquainted as their bodies were pressed together
in Amanda’s grasp. Her fluids covered both men, muffling their screams and
burning their eyes.

Meanwhile, the board members were forced into voyeurism from
between Amanda’s toes. The watched as the two men were helpless against Amanda’s
strength literally bent to her will and wherever her fingers desired them. Their
faces were suddenly pushed into the webbing between Amanda’s toes as the digits
curled in exhilaration. An orgasm travelled through her body.

A sweat soaked bed lay moist against Amanda’s skin as she
worked to catch her breath. This had been the most fun she had in one night in
a while. Though it was fun to get those who Lily paid her to get, the real joy
came from completely snatching a victim’s life from them. To force them to live
in fear to treat her like a goddess, “Worship me.” She boomed to Lenny and Mark’s
beaten bodies which she had discarded onto her stomach when done.

The two men struggled to move as Amanda’s dried fluids adhered
their skin to hers.

“I said,” Amanda reached down and plucked Mark and Lenny
skyward and brought them to her face. “WORSHIP ME.”

Mark was sure he was now deaf as Amanda screamed into his
face. Her breath smelled like Red Ale.

Amanda placed the, now woken, men between her legs once more.
Their tiny bodies soon doing their best for Amanda to feel.

“You as well.” She spoke to the faces staring from between
her toes who responded with their teeth and tongues working against her skin.

Amanda lay in bliss as the London night moved outside. A ping
came to her phone. She rolled over to grab it, which caused Mark and Lenny to
tumble upon one another onto the mattress. Amanda sighed as she read the
message.

“Target on the move.” It read

“Well, Mark, I hope you like travelling.” She spoke and stared
into her trembling date’s eyes.