Well, that was a good movie.

Ronnie walked out the film relaxed. He had finished off the bag of popcorn, but the Nerds had only been lightly skimmed. Ronnie was prone to binging on his favorite candy, but prior experience was a cruel teacher about the immense discomfort to be found from overindulging.

Ronnie made another quick detour to the bathroom where he cleaned his hands of the grease and salt and sugar, then darted into the stall to relieve himself, then washed his hands again. It was while he was wiping his hands off on his sweatshirt that he finally stepped into the movie theater lobby and noticed the vendor at a far wall of the theater. She was wearing a puffy white coat over her uniform and was tangling with a large stand-up vacuum, trying to stuff it into a closet with pronounced effort and only barely winning.

Giving up hope of a more elegant solution, she propped it up just long enough to close the door. Sure, it would fall on the next individual to open the closet, but so long as it wasn’t her, that would be someone else’s problem. She wiped her hands and turned back to the rest of the lobby; here, her eyes met Ronnie’s.

The vendor brightened, and she waved him over. Without really thinking about it, he acquiesced. “What’s up?” Ronnie asked.

“Sooooo how was the movie?” Her eyes were glowing as she leaned over the side of the counter. It seemed to be a genuine inquiry.

“It was… good?” Ronnie didn’t know quite what to say. “It looked beautiful. Music was great. I… enjoyed myself.”

“Cool!” She started to zip up her coat. “Well, you appear to have the distinction of being the last patron of this theater during open hours, so congratulations to you. Nobody was behind you, right? Workers, other customers?”

Workers…

Workers.

Shit. Ronnie had actually forgotten about that.

He curled his toes in his shoes and was suddenly thankful he was still wearing his mask; he was sure if it were off, his scarlet exterior would be a dead giveaway he knew something she didn’t. “Nope. Nobody.”

“Got it!” She turned to the closet for a moment and stuffed a key inside the knob, locking it. “To be honest with you, I’m not super-duper used to locking up. Usually that’s my boss’s job. But for some reason, for the first time in her entire career, she appears to have left early.” Her annoyance was seeping through. “Guess I’ll just have to have that conversation about overtime when she gets back.”

Hearing this woman speak so nonchalantly about a woman who was currently stewing in the bottom of his show made a cocktail of lurid emotions swirl up within him. His body was twitching with every beat of his heart, and no shortage of panic-induced sweat was leaking out of most of his perspiration glands, something he was sure Linda wouldn’t take to kindly. If she was alive that is. She had been so obediently immobile that Ronnie truly forgot she was there; had she given up? Had he inadvertently crushed her in his spellbound toe-tapping within the theater?

“Well, once you leave, I’ll go ahead and turn off the lights and everything. So just to cross my I’s and dot my T’s, you didn’t want another pack of Nerds or anything, did you?”

Ronnie thought for a moment as he looked in her eyes. She had chestnut colored skin, and curly brown hair that escaped gloriously from the back of her uniform red visor. She flashed a smile as she pulled the last bit of her zipper up; her khaki pants, white coat, and brown face gave her the vague appearance of a vanilla ice-cream cone with a cookie shard planted on the top.

Ronnie was awestruck for a moment, realizing how pretty she was. Maybe he had judged her too harshly earlier. But the window for a reasonable response time was running out, and Ronnie had to make a move. But what?

The vendor raised an eyebrow awkwardly before chuckling. “Guess not, huh? It’s no big deal; trust me, I know better than anyone how bad these prices are.”

Then she started walking away.

Ronnie wanted to call after her, but his voice never reached past his mask. Defeated, he simply walked toward the door, every dejected step of his shoes sending another wave of pressure from the shrunken woman through the sole of his feet and into his body.

Outside in the chilly autumn air, Ronnie took a moment to breathe in. Letting the breath out, he pulled his phone from his pocket and examined the home page. Uber had indeed downloaded right next to the app.

Ronnie checked the settings, searching for the name of it.

“The Control App…” Ronnie had assumed it was some sort of universal remote-control thing… but this was a bit different. There was no metadata related to the app, no version number, no storage, no cache. By all accounts, it didn’t exist on his phone.

Ronnie opened the app up again.

“CREDIT RECHARGED. YOU HAVE CREDIT.”

Agh, that stupid voice blared again! He thought he muted the phone… Well, whatever. Ronnie raised the phone up and glared through the white void. Around him, tiny minuscule red dots zoomed over the horizon. Cars and people. None so close that the pop-up appeared though. Ronnie turned and saw an even closer red figure on the surface. Back through the movie theater doors, she was turned away. She never even noticed Ronnie as he stood outside for almost a minute, wondering. Her red afterimage on his phone was more than visible, yet still not close enough. He could… he could walk up to her. The theater was empty. Nobody would know…

But Ronnie decided against it. He didn’t know what this app was or how it worked. But he did know that two women disappearing from the same theater would be suspicious no matter where you’re from. Besides… Linda deserved it at least. What had the concession worker done to deserve anything…?

Ronnie shook his head and turned to go back home. No more using it for now. He still had plenty of business to attend to with the first one.

***

Ronnie unlocked the back door and slipped into an abyssal space of shapes and furniture that under normal circumstances would be known as a “kitchen”. He planted his arm against the wall, hands and fingers prowling for the switch. He found the wall plate, then shifted two switches to the left for the proper one that controlled the lights.

Ronnie flipped it, and his vision was restored. He sighed gratefully and closed the door behind him.

Ronnie elected to walk home that night. Sure, it added an extra thirty-five minutes of travel, but Ronnie enjoyed the night air. Sure, it could put him at risk of running into shady individuals, but Ronnie wasn’t exactly the sort who was overly concerned for his safety either. Simply put, he wasn’t in the correct headspace to place the responsibility of his safe arrival home in the hands of someone else. Ronnie was still reeling from his dalliance with breaking the laws of physics; a part of him even wondered that if he sat still too long, he could sink straight through the Earth’s crust, never to be found again.

Ronnie would usually take of his shoes at this point, but instead he bounded up the stairs and headed straight for his room. He pushed open a cracked door, and it felt as though crossing the threshold was stepping into his own personal world. Immediately, a tinge of his scent caressed his face, the result of spending upwards of 80% of all his free time in the confined dorm. Now he could relax, finally in his own element. Ronnie didn’t stop, immediately pulling off his sweatshirt without even unzipping the zipper, and he threw it aside where it melted into the background radiation of several weeks’ worth of unwashed laundry. Exhaling a sigh of relief he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, Ronnie made a beeline to his desk in the darkness. He passed peeling posters, empty game disc boxes, drained soda cans, loose socks, and a dresser lined with half-cocked, overflowing drawers stuffed with any combination of clean and dirty clothing. With the precognitive reflexes of a pirouette performer, Ronnie deftly avoided a potato chip wrapper he’d been planning to pick up for a few days, only to crunch a plastic Solo cop he’d forgotten was there since yesterday. Ronnie grunted, decided it was tomorrow’s problem, and plopped into his office chair before reaching his arm through a forest of immobile anime figurines to press the power button on his massive, hulking PC.

As he waited for the machine to activate, Ronnie finally returned his attention to his shoes. He scooted from the desk to give himself space before reaching down and detaching the shoe from his foot. A light pop noise made him smile as the suction finally allowed air to breach the interior of the capsule. His black socked foot was thankful to be free in the aerated room, and Ronnie brandished the shoe like a chalice in his hands before overturning it. He shook it upside down, and when nothing came out, he started to get worried.

“Where’d you go?” Ronnie asked aloud, glaring down the mouth of the shoe and getting a sideways whiff of the lemony scent of his foot until – oh yeah. It was the other one.

Ronnie took off his other shoe; this time, the pebble-like growth peeling away from the sole of his foot as he lifted it out was apparent and cathartic. When he overturned the sneaker, a greyish-tan mound fell out.

Hitting the desk was a bit of a shock to her, and this provided an immediate jolt of the energy necessary for her to come to her senses, no matter how much she didn’t want to. Linda had been forced to turn inward and hibernate, guard herself from the encompassing reality of this boy’s foot for nigh three hours at this point. It not only took its toll on Linda’s body, soiled and ripped her clothes, battered and bruised he skin… it also took a toll on Linda’s spirit and very understanding of the world in which she persisted. Shrinking was not real. It couldn’t be. It defied reason.

This reason was now staring down at her. And that reason was a rather short, young… boy. The Dell logo splashed him with light as the monitor loaded. From this close, Linda could properly examine his facial features and body type, and despite the twilight she was more or less certain that he was a boy this time. How on Earth had she gotten it wrong earlier?

Trapped in the young man’s shoe, she had to adapt. Now free, Linda tried to take a full breath of air but coughed in the attempt, clearing out her lungs of the pungent, raw smell of the child’s foot. She tried to crawl away through the inky black of the dark room but was suddenly plucked from the desktop by a nigh-invisible force. She had a yelping fit and tried to break free, but this was impossible; no matter how much force she exerted, she could not pry herself out of these clutches. So instead, she was brought face-to-face with the shadowy visage of a young boy who now stared at her with a morbid fascination.

“Holy shit… holy shit! My own girl!”

Linda was taken aback at this excited declaration. Ronnie didn’t give her a moment to process, and he continued. “I bet you’re feeling pretty stupid now, huh. I bet you’re wishing you just let me the fuck inside, aren’t you?” The scent of his foot still rolled off her body in dollops, and Ronnie loved it.

Linda did not. She wanted to scream at him but could only manage a croak. “How did you… how did you do this…?”

Ronnie raised his eyebrows. His globular orbs caught and reflected just enough light from the screen for Linda to make out his expression. “Oh!” It was an excited yelp, one that hurt Linda’s ears. He dropped her on the table, ignoring her cries of fear as she thumped the surface. Ronnie dug his phone out from his pant pocket; he booted up the app and shone it in Linda’s face. Her eyes hadn’t yet adjusted, and she cringed from the bright light of the endless white void.

Ronnie responded with an uninhibited glee, as though he were showing a schoolyard buddy the new Yu-Gi-Oh cards he just got, “I don’t know how it does it. But somehow this app can shrink people! Pretty cool, I think.” He scooped her up again and prodded her even closer to the phone screen, as if she hadn’t understood the first time.

Linda hung from her nape; the fight had been drained out of her. She had… she had no idea if this child was lying or telling the truth. The idea that a simple phone app had the power to do this, to steal her height from her… it just defied all standards of belief.

“You still there?” Ronnie nudged her hanging form gently. “Like, I know I was a bit rough with you in my shoe during the movie… and the walk home… and all…”

“Please… please… just turn me back.” Linda could only whimper. She tried to look up at Ronnie’s face, but she let out a slight gasp and gazed downward again. “Just turn me back… please…”

“Now that is a good question.” Ronnie set Linda back on the desk next to his keyboard. He rolled up closer to the table and logged into the PC. Moments later, his Nezuko wallpaper greeted him. It was now the only light source in the room, and it cast everything in a dim, violet glow. Shadows lengthened. Shadows that could literally eclipse Linda thousandfold. “But I’m not so sure. Why would I ever grow you back? Why should I?”

“I… I…” Linda grabbed onto the plastic frame of the keyboard. “You… you can’t do this…”

“Don’t start crawling up there,” Ronnie warned icily. “I don’t want you fucking with my settings.”

Suddenly, the plastic felt like ice to Linda, and she removed her hands posthaste. Her faint dregs of confidence dipped, but she continued.

“I’m a person!” Linda tried hard to stop it, but she couldn’t prevent the sob from coming out. “Please, n-nobody deserves this… you can’t just shrink me… lock me up… take me –”

“Whoa, whoa whoa… who said anything about locking you up? Oh, did you know there are over 400 species of bird in this state alone?” Ronnie informed her after a brief Google search.

“I… I… what?”

Ronnie turned back to Linda. He leaned his cheek on his palm; some of the baby-soft fibers of his hair were caught between face and hand as he fixed his glare on Linda’s form. “You can leave right now. If you want. You know.”

Linda already knew Ronnie’s game, and she wasn’t buying it. She looked past him to the dark window that foretold an overcast, starless night. “N-no. I’m not going out there. You need to take me –”

“Oh, so now you’re trusting me to go outside without my mommy? I seem to remember… not that long ago…” Ronnie put a finger to his chin as he faked a lapse in memory. Linda simply looked at him horrified. “Hm… it escapes me… ah, oh yes! Yeah, I’ve got it now! I think it was you who said that I needed to get a permission slip to go into the theater. So, according to your logic, I can’t go anywhere by myself.”

“I… I-I-I-I was –”

SLAM!

Ronnie’s fist smashed down next to Linda as he snaked his head closer, really examining his captive as she cowered in abject terror.

“You, on the other hand, are the ‘adult’. The ‘grown-up’. The ‘elder’. You get to decide whatever you want. So clearly, you should be able to handle yourself out there. But not me, of course. Frankly, I find it shameful you would even suggest putting a child like me in harm’s way like that.”

Linda felt her hopes for being freed drop within her chest. She could only croak as the frog in her throat clawed its way up her esophagus.

“So! I’ll tell you what I have in mind for your punishment… in a bit.” Ronnie was navigating his PC as he talked. He was clicking with a robotic precision, summoning a series of tabs and webpages in a precise order, rehearsed over many years of his adolescence. He typed in a few keys and clicked ahead again. The bright lights hurt Linda’s eyes, but as she adjusted, she realized exactly what sort of website this demented teenager had visited.

Ronnie’s eyes were glazed over in his focus, only brightening as he was greeted by GIFs of scantily clad anime girls undergoing a litany of sexual humiliations that were taboo even for hentai standards. Dozens of videos now beckoned toward him, each one vying for his attention more and more. And Ronnie felt the pressure in his pants grow. Beneath the warm fabric of the woolen cloth, a stiff member was rising, and fast. It had nowhere to go, and it caused a paradoxical painful pleasure as Ronnie ran his hand against the stretched seams.

Linda turned to Ronnie, and she became even paler. She prepared to turn tail and run once again – maybe she could hide in a crack in the wall, wait for Ronnie to go to sleep, take her chances with finding someone else. It was a long shot, but it could work – but Ronnie crossed one eye to her tiny frame on his desk.

“If you even think about moving… I’ll… I’ll crush you… I’ll…” Ronnie’s threat was interspersed with a series of groans, and sometimes silence. His mind was in two places: Linda, and on his masturbation. He hadn’t even selected a video yet, but the minor stimulation from the porn site’s webpage combined with the knowledge he held Linda’s fate in his hands made him unspeakably horny.

Linda didn’t know if she should take the chance or not. On one hand, it didn’t look as though Ronnie was giving her his full attention… and frankly, observing the masturbating boy made her knees weak. He was so small at her full size, yet now his every movement and ministration creaked the chair and shook the table. He was giving into primal feelings of release, and Linda felt unsafe in the presence of such a force of nature.

But if she got caught… Linda hadn’t forgotten the callous threat of crushing her. And considering she just spent the evening in the boy’s shoe, that didn’t seem far-fetched. If she tried to escape and failed… the punishment would be–

Linda didn’t have time to ruminate over the consequences. Ronnie’s hand slammed atop her, dragging her into his clumsy, slender talons. Linda shouted and seethed, leg and arm slipping through the gaps in Ronnie’s fingers. “L-LET ME GO! Let me go, please, please! Stop! P-p…p…”

Ronnie lifted Linda in front of his face. He managed to catch a dribble of drool just in time before it slipped out the corner of his mouth, and he smiled. Ronnie saw the fear in this woman’s eyes. And he loved it. Ronnie had never made anyone afraid before. It was a new feeling. A novelty that provided him a high that was unique and unlike anything he’d felt before. It drove him out of his mind and heightened the arousing spire in his pants into a full-throttle throb. It was causing him physical discomfort to ignore his impulses for this long. The time for release had arrived.

Ronnie removed his hand from his computer mouse, and with one motion he undid the knot that bound the anterior of his sweatpants. The tent underneath became a bungalow. Linda stared downwards as Ronnie’s right hand did this work, silent except for her hoarse whimpering. She let out a slight shriek as Ronnie pulled his pants down, and his cock sprang up. Its massive, milky, bulbous head was slathered in precum that exacerbated its shine against the low light.

Linda went slack as she witnessed the cock directly below her. She didn’t have a proper idea of its length from this vantage point, but she did have an idea of its girth. The thickness was more than Linda expected, a sentiment she’d probably maintain had she been normal-sized. Ronnie was gently dragging his fingers up and down the lower roots, just barely nibbling at the hood. And with each repetition, the cock let out a pulse, a heartbeat. It was an animal unto itself, alive and hungry for more of this new addictive drug. Blood was filtering through the veins along the shaft so thick and so fast, Linda could almost see it through his translucent skin. The scent of the evaporating biological lube the tip secreted was already filling Linda’s nostrils, and she hated herself for not finding it completely repulsive. The fact was, at this size, her olfactory senses were being overloaded with each passing moment. Linda was hardwired from a biological standpoint to be attracted to this vision of masculinity, even if – or perhaps because – her brain was blaring out a fight-or-flight response that was impossible to ignore.

“So… how about I prove to you… that I’m a real man, huh?” Ronnie’s voice was husky, and the dangling grip he had on Linda’s body loosened. “That even in the face of my dick… a grown woman like you is nothing compared to it? And maybe… if you can satisfy me… I’ll grow you back?”

And Linda fell.

The sounds of hentai actresses moaning in response to tentacular violation phased into the back of Linda’s mind as the game began in earnest. Her flailing body flopped against Ronnie’s outspread balls. The flabs of skin were tight, and Linda bounced against them like a waterbed. She tried to close her mouth to prevent the secreting musk from invading her own orifices, but she was suddenly slammed against the hardening shaft as Ronnie clutched both her and the base of his own dick at once. Linda was now hugging the cock while Ronnie provided himself a massage, not quite stroking yet, but just enough to provide stimulation.

“And, come to think of it… it’s probably time to get these off…”

Linda could barely speak, and she definitely didn’t understand what Ronnie said in between the muffling. She only realized once Ronnie grabbed her nape and tore her tattered polo shirt away from her body with one aggressive tug that the child was disrobing her.

“ACH!!” Linda felt the burn as her clothes snapped against her, the thick threads breaking apart and inflicting her with a chafe as they were torn away. It was quick, and now Linda was clad in a bra and pants. But it wasn’t long until her pants too were ripped off her legs, and she belted out an even more severe scream.

“That’ll have to do… soft…” Ronnie whispered, and he began to rub her against his cock again, this time with gusto.

Linda wanted to scream again, but the repetitive motions stole her breath away at every attempt, leaving her grunting helplessly, suffocated against the stiff flesh of Ronnie’s mast. The precum was beginning to drip steadily down the sides, something which Ronnie anticipated excitedly as he dragged his hand further up, planting Linda’s head square in the middle of a thick gooey droplet just a tad larger than her own skull. Linda was dunked in, and her coughing fit began but was again stolen from her as Ronnie continued rubbing her within the viscous soup and then dragging her back down, a maneuver that drew a few hard throbs out from the cock as it drooled out a couple more of dollops of precum. She used her as a rag, spreading her body all around every inch of the member and painting it in a glistening glaze.

Linda was beaten, humiliated, exposed, and terrified. She was in shock, and the worst part was that every motion she made to fight this situation quite literally played into Ronnie’s hands. She could not struggle without providing this child with an extra bit of stimulation that was necessary to elicit more of the drowning torrent of sticky syrupy precum. It invaded her mouth, her eyes, her nose. It had already saturated her body in a shiny layer of film, completely dominating every sense from tactile to taste. Linda’s entire form vibrated painfully each time she had to make the disgusting choice to swallow the fluid that entered her mouth rather than choke on it, which was often. Her eyes stung with tears and irritants. This was hellish. This was simply hellish.

Ronnie on the other hand was glowing. He had never reached this level of hardness, and though it was difficult to keep from blowing his load too early, he was determined to try. His focus was split between the porn videos and quick glances at his hand, where the rubbery little woman had already been slathered in his dominating pre-seed. Her face was hidden at most times, either from his fingers or from the massive size of his five-and-a-half-inch cock that towered above Linda, superior to her in every way. God, just the thought that even his cock outclassed the itty-bitty woman… it was enough to drive him over the edge…

No! thought Ronnie. Not yet… but, ah, the pleasure. It was mounting. He could feel the swelling within his tightening balls. He hadn’t even gotten the tissues out! He was going to make a mess.

But Ronnie didn’t care. It had been scarcely a minute, but his churning balls were ready to unleash the most powerful orgasm of his life. Ronnie’s rubs sped up, taking Linda along for the ride as their frequency hit multiple strokes a second, each slide liberally lubed up by his precum. Ronnie could make out a limb here or there, but in the rush he simply didn’t care about her anymore. He was ready to unleash, to explode. His body filled with euphoria, and then pooled all of it into his core as Ronnie curled his toes, a moan passing through his lips as a pained grunt, and he hit the climax.

The volcanic eruption began as a small spritz that burst through the tip, landing on the desk. Then the torrent came out in earnest, sending multiple ropes up into the air, each landing on either the computer keyboard, the wall, or on Ronnie himself, some reaching as high as his cheek. From then, the eruption became a pyroclastic flow, dribbling down all sides of his cock in a milky white landslide flood that flowed over Ronnie’s still-pumping fingers, getting all into the nooks and crevices. It was only as Ronnie finally began to catch his breath did he loosen his grip, and Linda was swept up in the snowy mudslide, completely overtaken in Ronnie’s cum, collecting in a pool on the edge of his seat between his chubby thighs.

Ronnie took another deep breath. His eyes were glazed. He angled them downward slightly and saw that this dick had went flaccid, yet even now it was ejecting a few misfired volleys of semen, rolling down into the growing puddle of fluid that had yet to absorb into the fabric of his chair. Somewhere in that pile was a human woman.

Well, no, thought Ronnie.

She wasn’t a woman anymore. Not after that.

She wasn’t even a bug. That would imply agency on her part, something she had none of.

She… it… was a thing. And it belonged to no one in this world, except Ronnie.

There was a stir in the mix. A mound was forming. Linda’s form was trying to stand. Between the cum dripping off the edge and the uncertain cushiony fabric of the seat, she was having a rough time of it. Once she made it to her knees, she still barely looked like a human, and looked more like a golem made of foam. She tried to scrape off the cum that had collected into an armor-like layer on every bit of her body, but tripped and fell into the pile again, completely overtaken. This time it did not come back up.

Ronnie sighed. He had to do everything himself.

He reached his sticky hand toward where it fell and he dug into the mess, clutching his thumb and forefinger around its body. At first they slipped, and he picked up nothing. Ronnie tried again, lifting it up by a limp arm out of the muck and in front of his face.

From here, the cum was slipping off through gravity, enough to again reveal Linda’s face. Her hair was slicked against her neck, and her eyes were simple slits. She was still shaking, but it looked as though she had lost all feeling.

Ronnie bared his fangs, and he opened his mouth, licking her body from the bottom to the top. His cum was salty and not entirely something Ronnie was used to, but he had sampled it before. Even if it was an acquired taste, somehow Ronnie didn’t really mind. Especially after seeing the effect the lick had on her, jolting her awake, the capstone on him making his ownership clear to her.

“You’re mine, aren’t you…”

Linda was silent. Her mind had been battered and broken. She couldn’t muster a word, a movement, anything.

“And just so you know,” Ronnie said as he planted Linda on the desktop, next to a small pile of cum that still retained its surface tension. “I lied earlier about letting you go. I don’t even know how to work the app, much less if it can grow you back. But that’s life, isn’t it?”

Ronnie got up from his seat, pants still hanging around his waist. Drips of cum fell from his dick to the floor as he waddled to a nearby dresser, pulling from it a pack of tissues. He took out a few and cleaned off his dick somewhat, eventually abandoning his pants altogether.

When he got back to his desk, he noticed Linda had curled into a tight ball, and she was clutching her head. Ronnie slid into his desk, observing her for a few moments. He gently tapped her, and the ball only got tighter like a roly poly.

Ronnie huffed. Then he noticed that seeing something about the sheer terror he had instilled in her… it was making his heart pound again.

Did Ronnie have it in him to take another go? Usually not. But now that she was here… anything was possible.

So, Ronnie grabbed at her again. He plucked her up, and her form flailed. “Ready for round two?”

“NO, NONONONONONONONONON–”

Ronnie ignored her, and he plunked her down against his quickly stiffening cock once again. Ronnie felt a cruel smile come to his face as the gentle warmth her sobbing body provided spread into him. And he wondered…

If this was the fun he could get from owning one woman…

Why not two?