Hunter was utterly and completely defeated. Though he hadn’t fallen like Sandra into a love of serving of Olivia; he had grown acclimated to it. His mind was constantly filled with his own voice calling him a loser and a failure and how he deserved whatever Olivia had in store for him.

Olivia, on the other hand, believed she was nothing, but a winner and reality was not proving her wrong. Her debt service organization had grown to be publicly listed making her billionaire twice over and her Sole-Mates and Athletic wear had exploded; cities all over the world carried her products.

“Yes…it all started with a small loan of $20 Million.” Olivia spoke into the camera which transmitter her image worldwide for her CNN interview. “I really had to grind and work my way up to what I am today…”

The anchor woman’s voice betrayed how gross she felt, “Wow. What an amazing story. And now you’re hoping to become the Governor of a state at age 28 with your newest campaign announcement?”

Olivia struggled not to smile, “That’s right. My family has worked so hard to benefit the great state of South Carolina and I only thought it would be appropriate to dedicate a part of my life serving the people of the place I call home.” Olivia smiled some more as she awaited the next question. Hunter’s body, dressed in a gold-flake bodysuit, dangled from a thin chain around her neck.

“And what are your thoughts about the Miniaturization rights protests taking place across the country? Do you feel that people should have the ability to reduce other people to nothing more than objects? If that’s anything your necklace is to go by, at least…” The anchor’s voice came into Olivia’s earpiece.

Olivia rolled her eyes, “First of all, my ‘necklace’ as you so eloquently put it, is former Charleston politician Hunter Keller. Hunter and his wife Sandra agreed, like all grown adults should, to the terms placed before them and to all resulting actions. Isn’t that right, Hunter?” Olivia shot back

Though he couldn’t see the screen, Hunter knew the camera had zoomed in on him. His body was now seen by millions globally. He nodded; his hands chained behind his back.

“And, actually, how about I send you a pair of shoes?” Olivia added, catching the Anchorwoman off guard.

“Uh. Wha?” the voice in Olivia’s ear stumbled.

“Yeah! That’s what us ladies should do for each other. Instead of dragging one-another down, I’ll send you a pair of our finest shoes. They’ll make you feel great…” Olivia continued until the Anchorwoman cut her off

“Uh, we thank you for your time, Ms. Grace, but now we must move on to our next interview…” Olivia could tell the voice interviewing her was flustered.

“And that’s a wrap!” Jen screamed from behind the camera – as Olivia’s campaign manager, she had grown used to joining her friend for interviews and other travels. “How the hell do you do it?” she asked.

“Do what?” Olivia replied.

“Do you!” Jen screamed, “The way you threw that interviewer off balance. Masterful.”

“When you grew up in a family like mine, you learn how to deflect with the best of ‘em” Olivia beamed.

In the 7 months since Hunter and Sandra’s shrinking, Olivia had grown her menagerie of miniatures to include two current students – shrunk by a court for threatening to bomb one of her businesses. And a former small-town strip club owner. Olivia had bought his businesses out from under him and provided all the girls will fully paid scholarships after one of the girls wrote to her saying how much of an inspiration she was. Hunter, however, remained at the bottom of the pack with all other tinies towering over his 2-inch body.

Jen, meanwhile, had begun to grow her own stable with being on Olivia’s payroll. Not only was Sandra firmly under her thumb, but she had at least 2 boyfriends shrank, and a Starbucks employee who had gotten he drink wrong. All thanks to Olivia’s connections.

“So you still haven’t forgiven her for the Caramel Macchiato incident? Wasn’t that over two weeks ago?” Olivia nodded to a small brunette picking lint from between Jen’s toes.

“Looks it’s not what she did, hit’s how she handled it.” Jen scoffed down to the tiny woman who wept.

“Please. I just was trying to pay off my Art School loans!” Her frazzled hair and tear-stained face looked up to Jen who showed no mercy.

“Ohhh An art school grad? We can put that to use tonight on a fresh coat of paint. Now finish getting that lint so I can put on my new Very Privés.” Jen leaned back and sipped form her coffee cup and left the crying woman to her work.

“So how are the polls looking?” Olivia asked.

“You know, you may not believe this, but that appears to have helped you. Most recent numbers show you up by 13 points.” Jen tapped on a phone in her hand. “If this keeps up, South Cackilacky may be looking at Governor Olivia Grace in 3 months”

Hunter’s stomach churned. The idea that people would willingly vote for Olivia and her corrupt family drove him insane.

Olivia reached up and grabbed Hunter’s little body between her fingers, “Oh, Huntie. All that hard work you did to upend me and you’re nothing but a piece of jewelry now. Literally called a ‘necklace’. Imagine if you and Jen would have stayed together. It could’ve been you in that campaign manager chair now.”

Hunter looked at Jen who sipped from her cup with a smirk with one leg crossed over another. Her skirt revealed her toned legs and just ever-so-much more.  

Hunter hung his head, “I’m sorry.” He spoke, which silenced Olivia.

“What was that?” Olivia looked at Jen with a smile.

“I’m sorry.” He reiterated. “I should’ve learned my role. I never would have succeeded against you…with or without Jen…”

Jen recalled back to when he ended their engagement saying she was purposely sabotaging his success against Olivia.

“I deserve to be nothing more than a trophy to your success. I’ve already lost my wife to you, might as well give myself as well.” His voice shook with each word as he realized he was giving Olivia her final victory over him.

“Ok.” Was all Olivia replied with.

“What?” Hunter asked, a bit surprised.

“What did you think I would say, Huntie?” Olivia nearly laughed, “OH I FINALLY HAVE YOU UNDER MY COMPLETE CONTROL!” She said this in her best villainess voice.

Hunter felt himself grow embarrassed.

“I’m not a cartoon villain. I mean, who cares what you think. Look at you, you’re dangling above my boobs wearing a little leotard that I slipped you into this morning. I can make you do anything I want.” Olivia continued to berate Hunter. “That’s so typical of you. Thinking you haven’t been beaten because you didn’t admit it. No. You lost the minute you and Sandie stepped into my office. This isn’t a war where I need you to admit defeat, this is a conquest where I already have you underfoot.”

Jen raised her cup to Olivia, “Now that’s a speech.”

“And now I need a hot bath.” Olivia rubbed her temples.

“Let’s go, girl!” Jen waved motioned to her friend rose to her full height. Hunter watched as she used her left foot to push the little barista into an awaiting flat.

Olivia and Jen hopped in awaiting Maybach and headed toward the apartment which Olivia owned in Midtown Manhattan. Olivia was in New York to promote the opening of the flagship store of her Athletic brand, ‘Graced’…

Hunter felt dehydrated as sweat poured down his forehead. The gold leotard which he wore was soaked in sweat and humidity. His arms and legs burned as he still dangled from the necklace around Olivia’s neck even while the rest of her was naked. He stared down into the steamy water only to see Olivia’s bare breasts beneath the surface. His own feet dipped just below the water as well.  

Olivia sat in a jacuzzi tub overlooking the East River and into Brooklyn from 44 floors up. The sky was dark and overcast from a recent early-Fall storm. A small table attached to the side of the tub held a glass of deep-red Egri Bikavér wine and a beautifully constructed charcuterie board. Out of Time by The Weeknd played softly from speakers located all around the large bathroom.

Olivia shimmied her shoulders to the music and reached over the charcuterie board with her right hand. Her hand hovered over Sandra and Tiffany who stood at perfect attention; she eventually stopped over a cube of Comté cheese and some slices of Jamon Iberico.

Sandra couldn’t help but look into Olivia’s blue eyes which paid her no mind as they perused the selection of the charcuterie. She watched as Olivia’s burgundy painted from the nails descended and delicately plucked the cheese from the board and back into the sky. Though her own stomach rumbled hungrily, Sandra watched with glee as Olivia’s fingers floated before her mouth and carefully placed the morsels between the giant lips; Sandra felt herself shiver with pleasure.

Olivia sucked the grease from her fingers and continued to hum along and shimmy to the music. The water in the tub splashing to her movements, much to Hunter’s displeasure. Olivia reached once again over the tub-side table and carefully grabbed the large glass of wine and raised it to her lips. With a hearty sip, she let herself sink into the tub. The back of her head rested on an Ostrich Leather headrest.

Hunter screamed as the water encroached upward. His leotard quickly soaked, he fought to not sink under the surface. Luckily, he was buoyant enough to float on his back. He gasped for air as he was forced to look upward to Olivia’s face. Her hums vibrated her body and the surround water. He watched as she sipped from the large glass of wine.

Her body in a relaxed stretch, Olivia lifted her feet from the water onto a leather footrest on the opposite side of the tub. Connor, Mikayla, Melissa, and Steve were waiting for various tools and quickly took to their tasks.

Her toenails were bare as that night they were to get a new colour. Now, however, Connor worked a clipper against her toenails, a satisfying snap answered each of his efforts. Melissa and Steve followed with a file while Mikayla rubbed lotion into the skin.

Olivia let herself sink further into the water to give her feet more leverage. The sound of thunder rumbled outside as another storm began to roll in. She took another sip of wine and closed her eyes as the warm water cocooned her. There was no better life than that of Olivia Grace.

Olivia emerged from the bathroom in a Burgundy bathrobe, her blonde hair tied into a tight knot above her head, the robe was left untied. Her C-cup breasts and toned core left bare, peaked through as the robe moved with her gait. Hunter still dangled form her neck and swayed side-to-side. His, now soaked, leotard quickly cooled, and he now shivered. Olivia’s body heat was the only warmth provided to him.

The music which played in the bathroom flowed through the entire apartment which was larger than many houses. The entire 45th and 44th floor of the building were owned by Olivia. She walked past a room dedicated to just her shoes and stopped. Her former student and the strip club owners were working diligently to polish a pair of Alligator Leather flats. She smiled as the younger men and older man were obviously exhausted.

“Keep it up, boys.” She teased “Those are looking great, and I want the other 40 pairs to all shine the same!”

Olivia made her way to one of the apartment’s kitchens and reached into the robe’s pockets. Her hands pulled out Mikayla, Sandra, and Tiffany from one pocket and Connor and the Yantz’s from another. She placed the sextuplet on one of the Italian Marble counter-tops.

“I’m going to go put on some clothes. If y’all would be so kind, I’d like a hot cup of black tea waiting when I come back. Jen and I are going to the opening of the Time Square store tonight and I would like to be my best.” Olivia ordered her tinies who all quickly tended to their tasks to prepare her tea.

She walked from the kitchen with Hunter still around her neck and into her master bedroom. She closed the door and pressed a button on a nearby wall. The floor to ceiling windows surrounding the room in the corner of the building’s floor tinted dark and soft lighting turned on.  Dark Horse by Katy Perry now played.

“Oh I love this song!” Olivia spoke aloud and then ordered her home system to turn of the volume.

Hunter’s exhausted body hung loosely from the necklace as Olivia sung the song and moved around the room.

“I knew you were. You were gonna come to me. And here you are…” Olivia stripped from her robe and moved toward a walk-in closet which was adorned with wall-to-wall mirrors.

Surrounded by mirrors, Hunter was forced to look at the sight of himself. His wrists and ankles, both well past numb, held by gold chains to the larger chain around Olivia’s neck.

“So you wanna play with magic? Boy, you should know whatcha falling for. Baby, do you dare to do this?
'Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse…” Olivia sang softly and carefully browsed her many dozens of dresses.

Hunter, along for the ride, watched as Olivia’s handled rifled through the man dresses and finally settled on a dark purple, silk, Bodycon dress.

Olivia walked from the closet still singing to herself, “Are you ready for, ready for. A perfect storm, a perfect storm?. 'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine…”

Olivia reached and touched Hunter at this point.

“…There's no going back”

Olivia’s fingers squeezed Hunter softly with this line and then lowered from him. He felt his dick betray him with Olivia’s touch, the small outline of his penis soon appeared in his tight outfit.

Olivia continued to sing as she got changed. Finally, she stood in the mirror. The purple dress clung to her tightly. The outlines of her fit body were perfectly accentuated. A pair of black sling-back heels were on her size 11 feet. And, finally, Hunter dangled above her breasts.

“Let’s go have some tea, shall we?” She spoke to herself and Hunter in the mirror and turned..

Sandra put the final touches on her Mistress’ tea. The clack of Olivia’s heels against the marble floors announced her arrival. Sandra had to stop her jaw from dropping.

Olivia always looked stunning, but tonight she looked gorgeous. Her hair put up in a Chignon Bun and then her fit body hugged by the purple dress and then her feet adorned with the dark-black heels. Sandra couldn’t help but be a bit surprised by the nude nails which her owner wore, but was not shocked. She was honestly jealous of Hunter for getting to be so close to this perfect woman.

“The tea looks great, y’all.” Olivia reached down and grabbed the porcelain saucer and cup. A few soft sips followed with Olivia voicing her approval, “Mmmm. Y’all know just how I like this. A little honey. Small bit of lemon and a dab of mint leaf.”

The peaceful moment was disturbed as the speaker system played a ringing phone.

“ANSWER!” Olivia shouted with a sigh.

‘Uh, h-hello?” The voice of an older man came on the phone.

“Oh. Hi Mayor Mcheese…” Oliva smiled as her purposeful bastardization of the man’s name, “Mayor McCleaf..”

“Oh yeah. Miss Grace!” The mayor replied not even recognizing that he was being made fun of, “I just wanted to make sure all was still set for the opening of your store tonight and if you needed anything else form the city?”

Olivia smiled at how the Mayor of one of the world’s largest cities personally called her with fear in his voice. Even before her recent financial success, she had given millions to his campaign.

“I mean, if you really want to help me out, you could offer to become a Sole-Mate. Supply is damn low.” Olivia spoke.

“Uh. I uh. Well…” The mayor stumbled over his words.

“Relax! We’re all good tonight. Thanks for your concern.” Olivia answered back.

“Okay. Good to hear. Just wanted to make sure after the recent bomb threat.” The Mayor replied.

“Oh, we’re all good. Those little assholes now know more about women’s’ shoes then they ever did about bombs. Fucking incels.” Olivia replied as she peeked into the other room to watch the young men polishing a new pair of shoes.

“Glad to hear. Pl-please don’t hesitate to reach out if you need any-“

Olivia hung up on the mayor mid-sentence. She finished her tea and then left the apartment with only Hunter in tow. The rest were left clean-up and tend to other tasks around her apartment.

Sandra sighed as she watched Olivia leave.

Olivia reached the bottom of the building and exited to awaiting paparazzi and fans. She put on a pair of sunglasses and walked out to the rainy weather.

“Miss Grace! How much more are you going to abuse your wealth!” A paparazzi attempted to catch her off guard.

“I love your shoes!” Another voice from the crowd screamed.

“Haters gonna hate. Lovers gonna love.” Olivia though to herself and approached the awaiting limo.

Olivia entered to be greeted by Jen who was taking full advantage of the amenities offered. She lied in a recliner with her legs elevated. Her bare feet were propped up and being tended to by two 10 inch men.

“Who’re they?” Olivia asked as the door closed behind her with a camera flash.

“Overnighted from Austin. Natalie’s doing a great job.” Jen answered with a smile on her face.

“Damn. What did they did do to deserve that? Also why so…big?” Olivia asked as she settled into her seat.

“Natalie wanted to test it out, said that she received feedback from other customers. Small enough so they know their place, but large enough to be a bit more useful. Speaking of; Paul I’m going to need you to put more effort into it, my instep really needs a good stretch…”

Olivia watched as one of the men, probably in his early 40s, but still fit and with a touch-of-grey pushed his shoulder into instep of Jen’s right foot.

“As for what they did. Took out a $2 Mil loan with no attention of paying back. Wound up having to pay some authorities in Eastern Europe for their whereabouts. They were living in a mansion in Romania attempting to hide out. Natalie was able to work a deal to get them back. As punishment she sent them up our way to be my insoles for tonight.”

Hunter stared down at the men who tended to his Ex’s feet. Though he didn’t envy them, he was slightly jealous that they got to be so much larger than himself.

“What about him?” Jen pointed to Hunter.

“Only one I brought tonight. I didn’t want him to be overshadowed by anything. Looking forward to seeing our photos in the Tabloids tomorrow.” Olivia reached up and touched Hunter once again. Hunter’s body shivered against his will.

After a 30 minute drive, the limo arrived at it’s destination.

“Alrighty. Paul. Jeremy. In you go.” Jen leaned forward and grabbed the men one by one and shoved them into her Very Privés. Jen’s size 10 feet just barely covered each man.

Paul screamed as Jen’s foot entered the shoe and her warm sole enveloped him. A week prior he had been drinking cocktails on the Black Sea coast. Now, his face was nestled into the space under Jens’ big and second toes, the smell of the lotion which he had just recently applied nearly suffocated him.

The door opened and Jen stepped out first into the awaiting crowd. Olivia followed.

Hunter was blinded, not only by the paparazzi, but by the size and scope of the store. In true Times Square fashion, it the façade was overly gaudy. Large LED screens adorned the outside showing models with Graced athletic ware. An image of Grace towering over New York flashed occasionally.

Olivia smiled as she walked the red carpet to the front of the store. The day’s rain had left a slight chill in the air, but also left it feeling fresh. She stopped and posed every few feet.

Jen, meanwhile, followed her employer and friend. An emerald green mermaid style dress adorned her and her brunette hair was let loose. With each step, she felt Paul and Jeremy were pressed into her soles. It almost felt like a small pressure message witch each step. She could feel their faces pushed into her toes’ undersides.

Both women reached the front of the store. A bright sign in white reading GRACED shined brightly above them. A pink ribbon stretched across the doors.

From his first-person perspective, Hunter powerlessly watched as Olivia’s hands grabbed a giant pair of gold scissors from New York’s mayor who briefly locked eyes with Hunter and blushed; it was apparent that he meant to peek at Olivia’s cleavage.

Olivia stood proudly before the crowd, “With these scissors, I pronounced the store…” Hunter watched as her well kept hands worked the scissors “…OPEN!” the scissor clamped down with a satisfying snip and the ribbon was cut.

The doors were opened by over 50 employees wearing Graced shirts with all 30 of the current locations listed. Everywhere from New York. To New Orleans. To Vegas. To LA.

From that point, the night was chaos for Hunter. Olivia stood giving autographs with fans. Many selfies and photos ops were taken with Hunter featured prominently. Eventually Olivia gave interviews to the various gathered reporters.

Much to Hunter’s chagrin, the New York Times’ reporter, a young black woman, seemed more interested in him than the store.

“…so yeah. He is contractually obligated to obey everything I say. He and his wife have been loyal customers….” Olivia answered the reporter’s questions.

Hunter watched on in horror as the Sole-Mates were sold by the hundreds. Many were pre-booked as the Sole-Mate’s need to be specially fitted and modified, but the large number of women in the building shocked him.

“And who are you being fitted with?” Olivia asked as a blonde wearing an NYU hoodie.

“Oh! Miss Grace! I’m a big fan…” The girl’s bare toes were painted pink and wiggled above a pair of shoes. “…so, Natasha and Nicole are, well I guess were, two of my sorority sisters. They fell on hard times after being expelled for cheating, so my family wanted to surprise me for my 21st birthday. Daddy said it took a lot, but their families eventually signed them over.”

Olivia watched as two miniature blondes, almost carbon copies of the girl, were placed into the insoles of the shoes and the girl slipped her feet in.

“Miss Grace! These are sooooo comfortable!” The girl wore a smile on her face and bounced to her feet.

Olivia laughed as the girl took large strides around the store.

The night finished with a private cocktail party including Olivia, Jen, and VIP guests. Hunter was forced to watch firsthand as Paul and Jeremy were used as entertainment along with other small men. At one point, the two men were surrounded by 5 women with Jen barking orders.

“You mean to tell me, he used to be your boss?” Jen asked as a redhead leaned back into a chair with her hands behind her head while a small man chewed her heels.

“Yep! Actually, he was promoted over me straight out of college, though I had been there for 5 years already. He was a horny bastard and got himself in hot water with HR and I sued his ass. Won a huge settlement which he couldn’t pay, so they gave me the next best thing.”

Hunter watched as the woman leaned forward and flicked the tiny man’s dick. He quickly crumpled in pain.

“Oh. Get up. It wasn’t that bad.” The redhead ordered in a Bronx accent.

Champagne flowed freely and eventually women were sharing and passing their prizes to each other. Hunter found himself back in Jen’s clutches as she traded Paul and Jeremy to Olivia.

“From toe ring to necklace. What will you be next? I think you’d look good on the end of a butt-plug.” Jen teased Hunter, her breath heavy with alcohol.

She found a secluded section of the room and sat on a chair.

“How much things change in five years.” Jen carefully rolled Hunter in her fingers; his body completely malleable to her. He was unchained from the necklace, but he felt this was worse.

“Remember when we first met and how you joked how successful you’d be. How I’d be getting you coffee one day?” Jen continued to contort Hunter’s tiny body. “Even when we dated, you still thought you were better than me. Always proclaiming I was wrong and you were right…”

Hunter felt the air get squeezed out of him as Jen’s fingers applied pressure.

“But in the end, here you are, being rolled up like a booger. I could flick you out this window if I wanted to…” Jen held her hand toward a nearby open window and pantomimed flicking Hunter.

“…but that’s not as enjoyable as watching you be owned by the woman you hated the most. The woman who has taken your life and wife. You ran your big mouth so much, and all its used for now is saying ‘yes ma’am’ and licking up grime…”

“That’s what you look like.” Jen motioned across the room to Paul and Jeremy with their heads between Olivia’s toes while she talked, uncaring, with other women. “Half the time she isn’t even paying attention to you. Yet, like a good little boy, you do as you’ve been trained. As you said earlier, you should’ve known your place from the beginning. Imagine, instead of being a bug between my fingers, you could’ve been getting me coffee. Imagine how much easier foot rubs would have been…” Jen smiled as she pictured Hunter scurrying around to set her meetings and listen to her beck-and-call.

Hunter stared up into Jen’s face, her nose directly above.

“You’re nothing now. Hardly worth the air coming from my lungs. But remember what could’ve been…”
Jen slipped off a heel and dropped Hunter into the toe section and replaced her foot.

Hunter sweltered between his ex’s toes for the remainder of the night…