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Story Notes:

This is my first attempt at a GTS story. I have no formal background in writing, so I really appreciate any criticism- both good and bad. I plan to incorporate many themes of GTS in this story as time and ideas come to hand.

Author's Chapter Notes:

A bit of a slow start to build the story. More action to follow in future chapters.


Carrie opened the door to the outside of her house to be
immediately assaulted by the oppressive heat and humidity that seemed to be
commonplace these days. She quietly cursed the weather as she made her way to
the mailbox to collect another wave of disappointment: bills. While working as
a waitress at the local diner provided meager income, she could never get ahead
and travel the world as she dreamed. She was a hard-working 31-year-old with
soft blue eyes, and bright blonde hair. Though she was only 5’1”and 130 pounds,
she had a sizable bosom that frequently got in the way of her daily actions.
She stacked the multiple letters on the counter, grabbed her keys and headed to
work for another long day.

The diner was nothing to write home about. It was small,
smelled like burgers and old grease. There was an old radio in the corner that hummed
50’s music that always had a slight static crackle. The tile was black and
white checkerboard pattern that showed signs of wear and tear from years of
abuse. It was a place for locals primarily to remember yesteryear while
consuming foods that their doctors warned them about.

There was one thing that was different today: a new fellow
sitting in the corner booth with a milkshake and fries. He was focused on his
phone for almost his whole stay at the diner. He dressed differently than the
locals: wearing expensive jeans with a nice-fitted button down collared shirt.
Expensive branded glasses hung low over his eyes as he slurped the last bit of
his milkshake without even looking up from his phone. Carrie went to deliver
the receipt for the meal and noticed something small and black crawling near
the table. It was definitely a bug in her eyes- which wasn’t completely
uncommon in this particular diner.

“Ugh, gross” she thought to herself. Without even looking up
at the man in the corner, she lifted her foot up to exterminate the pest. She
was wearing her usual work uniform: a fitting t shirt with a picture of a
milkshake on it (that hung snugly to her breasts), some daisy duke jean shorts
that showed off her shapely legs, and a pair of old converse shoes that she
didn’t mind getting dirty at work. The bug seemed to stop on a dime as she made
the threatening gesture. She stomped her foot down on the helpless creature. An
audible crack indicated the creature’s fragile exoskeleton was crumpling under
her foot. Unconsciously, she pushed down on the ball of her foot, lifting her
heel, and slowly twisted back and forth- completely obliterating the tiny pest
in the process. She dragged her foot backwards leaving a smear of bug guts in
its trail. She looked up at the customer, who she expected to be focused on his
phone, but rather was staring down at her foot and the destruction it caused.

“I’m sorry you had to see that” Carrie says apologetically
trying to brush it off.

“No, its fine, these things happen at restaurants sometimes,
I used to work in the food industry years ago” he replied.

The two exchanged small talk and he gave her a $50 bill to
pay for his meal. She told him she was going to return with change, and he
simply told her to keep it. The tip was more than the meal itself, which
surprised Carrie. She blushed, thanked him, and he was on his way. She grabbed
a wad of napkins and cleaned up the crushed mess of the bug she has eliminated
prior.

Upon leaving work to her car, she noticed a note tucked
under her left windshield wiper. The note had a small business card in it with
a number on it. The note read:

“It was nice meeting you today. I am currently searching for
a model for various photo shoots, and I believe you are perfect for what my
clients are looking for. There will be compensation for each shoot you
complete. If you are interested, please contact me via the number provided in
the card. I will only be in town for one week”. -JT

She immediately dismissed the notion of modeling. She was
above average looks but couldn’t help but feel a little bit creeped out at the
manner in which he had approached her. She would never take a nude or scandalous
photo that could come back to haunt her- she thought to herself as she climbed
in her car. She inserted the key in the ignition of her car, and it roared to
life after a few strained attempts. She drove home to her humble house where
she saw the stack of bills waiting for her.

She sighed with contempt as she rifled through the bills,
each one with colorful and threatening red letters to signify their importance.
She reached in her purse to grab her checkbook and found the card with the note
from earlier. After going through her finances, she realized that she would be
short again this month. She sobbed quietly at the thought of the power going
off again and going through the process of collections. She glanced over at the
card, took out her cell phone and called the mysterious number. The phone rang two
times before someone picked up.

“Hello” she said shakenly. “I got your note on my car, and I’d
like more information.”

“Meet my team at 436 Everhollow road tomorrow to discuss
details tomorrow at 0800”

The phone hung up. That was it, no fanfare, no exciting
offer of a pyramid scheme to buy in. Just a meeting time and place. She
showered off the day and went to bed, unsure if she was going to go through with
the potential shoot.

Carrie awoke to her usual alarm, got dressed, and made her
way to the kitchen to have coffee and a bagel for breakfast. She was wearing
comfortable clothes as it was her day off. She donned a rock band tank top that
showed her generous bust, tight yoga pants, and was barefoot. Looking around,
she saw the picture of the Eiffel tower in France that served as her source of
motivation to keep at the grind. She always dreamed of breakfast at a café
overlooking the Eiffel tower since she was a little girl. She always told
herself that her time would come, and that she would one day get to actualize
those dreams, but something always came in the way. College expenses for a
degree that she would never use, car payments, repairs for the car, and rent
always kept her from reaching her dreams. She decided internally that she was
going to do one shoot to put some money aside so she could start saving for her
trip (after bills were paid of course). She grabbed her keys, slipped on her
favorite flip flops, and headed off to the address that she wrote down from her
phone call last night.

This house was on the other end of town and was surrounded
by a lush banquet of trees and foliage, complete with a long gravel driveway.
She quickly texted her friend Amanda to notify her of the address in case she
became on the missing persons list as she was getting more nervous the closer
she got to the house. She shut off the engine and walked up to the door,
ringing the doorbell. She was greeted by the same man as before who seemed glad
to see her. He gestured for her to come inside and the door quietly creaked
closed behind her.

 

There was nothing particularly off about the house. Standard
sofa and living room with a TV in the corner. Various pictures on the wall of
mountains, birds, and beaches. She followed the man to the dining room where
there was a couple of plastic containers sitting on the wooden table with
studio lighting.

“Thank you for coming” the man said. “Please have a seat”

Carrie sat in one of the wooden chairs at the head of the
table.

There were two others seated at the table beside the man
from earlier. A college aged girl who was wearing dark lipstick, black hair in
a ponytail with bangs, many piercings, and had arms covered in tattoos. She
smiled at Carrie as she took her seat.

“I’m Samantha, but you can just call me Sam” she said
excitedly. I run the cameras and lighting around here.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Carrie”

Sam asked, “Would you like some water before we get
started?”

“No thanks, I’m fine” Carrie replied.

The man from the diner finally introduced himself. “You can
call me JT and I’m sure you’re interested in some details. I make unique custom
videos for a variety of clients that are interested in interactions with a
shrunken person.”

Carrie did not expect those words to come out of his mouth
at all. She swallowed her spit and asked, “Shrunken person?”

“Yes” he replied. “It is safer for you to know that and nothing
more regarding the mechanisms of shrinking people”.

“Now, I know that is a lot to take in, but this is an area
that can be quite lucrative if you play your cards right.” He spoke. “I have a
client that is willing to pay you $500 to simply place the shrunken man in your
cleavage. Plenty more cash for more interactions.” With that he took out five 100-dollar
bills and placed them on the far end of the table.

The job seemed simple enough, place a shrunken man in her
cleavage, get $500. She hesitated to hold the pen but realized this was the
easiest money that she had ever gotten. She signed on the dotted line under
several pages of legal jargon.

“Splendid” JT said, “Sam, please ready your equipment and
when you’re ready, hand Carrie her first tiny. I’ll be over in the corner.”

Sam adjusted the brightness and turned on her equipment, all
while humming a familiar 90’s rock tune. She smiled at Carrie and picked up the
plastic box. She removed the lid and Carrie went pale with shock from what she
saw. In the corner of the box was about 10 shrunken men all huddled together
because of the downward angle Sam was holding the box. It was hard to
distinguish details as they all were about 1 inch in height, naked, and
screaming in terror. Carrie leaned back in her chair, her heart palpitating,
and was breathing heavily. She couldn’t believe what she saw.

Sam asked her to remove the tank top she was wearing as this
particular client requested her to only be wearing a bra. Carrie hesitated, but
then remembered the stack of cash sitting on the opposite end of the table. She
thought to herself “what could be so bad about this? Hell, this tiny guy will
probably love the softness of my breasts, and besides, I’ve been in photos
wearing just a bikini before”. With that, she removed her tank top and was left
in the bright lights in front of several cameras wearing nothing but a black bra
to cover her large breasts.

Sam reached in and plucked a tiny guy out of the crowd
between her thumb and forefinger. Carrie could see the tiny man struggling in
her fingers as she snapped the lid back on the container. It was only now that
she noticed that there were tiny holes cut in the lid, presumably to keep the
little guys alive. Sam gestured for Carrie to open her palms to hold the small
man. Sam smirked at Carrie and dropped the little guy only a few inches to
Carries awaiting cupped hands.

Carrie let out a surprised gasp as the man fell into her
hands. She felt him roll about as he settled. She marveled at how light and
fragile he was. A small smile crept on her face as she saw the man attempting
to gain footing on the soft pads of her hands. The little man eventually got on
his knees and was squeaking at her, almost begging her for something. He was a
white male, probably age 20-30 with an athletic build and brown hair. Carrie
took pity on him and it showed on her eyes. She felt horrible for the little
guy and could only imagine how terrifying she looked to him. She wanted to show
that she wasn’t going to hurt him and that he was safe with her.

“Don’t worry little guy, you’re safe with me, I got you.”
She said attempting to calm the terrified man.

Sam took her place behind the cameras and JT began walking
Carrie thorough the shoot.

“Ok pick him up and dangle him above your cleavage” JT
instructed.

Carrie used her forefinger and thumb to pick up the little man,
he struggled around in her palm and she was only able to grasp his leg so that
he dangled above her open palm. She brought him over her vast cleavage, barely
contained behind a bra that was a bit on the smaller end. There was a cacophony
of camera shutters and flashes as she did this. She gave a lame little smile
indicating that she was uncomfortable but continued the shoot anyways. The man
continued to scream and thrash about in terror between her fingers. After a
couple of poses, JT instructed her to place him between her breasts.

“Will he get hurt?” she asked timidly

“He won’t, I promise, we have done this many times before”
he said dryly

She sighed and slowly began to lower the diminutive man to
her ample bust. This renewed his strength, and he began to struggle harder than
he ever had. He managed to slip his leg out from between her fingers and began
to free fall towards the valley created by the soft breasts. He impacted on her
right breast and tumbled into the small space between them effectively getting
himself stuck in an awkward pose with his arms jutting out the top and his legs
folded under him.

Carrie rocked back with shock and immediately began to apologize
to the small man. This was met with many muffled squeaks that were drown out by
the clatter of camera shutters.

JT spoke up “Good, those are some great shots! Now put your
hands on the outside of your breasts like you’re going to squeeze him between
them.”

Carrie broke out of her state of shock and began mentally
questioning everything about the shoot. Yeah boobs were hot, but who the hell
gets off to this?? She thought to herself. Who would pay money to see a
shrunken man struggling around a woman’s breasts? She rolled her eyes and
carefully placed her hands on the sides of her breasts and looked down at the
pathetic man. There he was, a living human being, who probably had a job,
income, family, who knows, and now he is ensnared by her literal booby trap. This
is some weird shit right here.

During this time the small man was able to right himself and
was attempting pull himself out of her breasts soft embrace. She smiled down at
him and applied a slight bit of pressure on her breasts to keep him from
getting out which resulted in him struggling more.

Seeing him struggle made her chuckle, half nervously, which
caused her ponderous breasts to wobble slightly which took him off guard and he
slipped deeper into the cleavage so only his head was sticking out and his
right arm wailing above him. He still tried to scream but it was all muffled,
deep in girl flesh.

The cameras stopped flashing and JT walked over to the cash
that was on the other end of the table. Carrie looked over to him, awaiting
further instruction.

“Excellent work Carrie, not bad for your first shoot, you’re
a natural!” he exclaimed. “I have another client that is willing to compensate
you generously if you continue the shoot”

Carrie’s heart was still beating fast with nervous energy,
but overall, the shoot has not been too bad. She was getting paid for easy
work, making way more than she ever did as a waitress at the diner- and she
wasn’t even fully naked. She nodded her head and agreed to continue the shoot
smiling down at the shrunken man trapped in her breasts.

JT brought up a suitcase on the table and opened it up
facing it towards Carrie. It was of course filled with cash, just like in the
movies. Carrie was visibly stunned as she had never seen that much money in one
place before. “My next client is willing to pay you $5,000 for the next shoot
if you complete it as he requests.” Carrie felt her heart fluttering as this
would help her tremendously in her pursuit of her dreams. She nodded her head
anxiously.

“Please place your hands as they were before on the sides of
your breasts.” He asked

Carrie did this and was looking up at JT for the next step.

“Now squeeze your breasts together and crush him in your
cleavage” he said as if reading from a card.

Carrie paused, “Do what?” she asked surprised. Her eyes
widened knowing what he said but wanted him to clarify.

“Crush him, between your breasts. Sam come up a little, the
client wants multiple views.”

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed.

She warmed up to the notion of toying around with the little
man for money, which made her sick to her stomach come to think of it, but
killing him was a totally different thing. What kind of monster could do that
to a terrified shrunken person? The little man was helpless to her whims and
now she was being told to crush his little body for the pleasure of some
unknown client. She looked down at the little man, who was looking right up at
her. His eyes, almost pleading with her. She couldn’t do it, she started
tearing up slightly, shaking her head back and forth, and dropped her arms at
her sides.

“Carrie, I know it’s a lot to take in, but the cash is all
yours if you do this” JT said attempting to comfort the trembling woman.

Carrie tried to brush aside her feelings and stay focused on
the job at hand. She kept telling herself this is just another bug just like at
the diner, needing to be exterminated. She also knew that if she didn’t do it,
this little guy would still meet his demise, just with someone else in her
position. She could do it with at least a shred of empathy versus some other
heartless woman. She made up her mind and decided to proceed. She placed her
hands on her breasts and looked down at the little man. She began to apply
pressure to them. The little man was howling from her bust. He resumed his
quest to get out and began struggling violently. She kept steady pressure and
started to push in more. Her breasts were starting to swell up from her bra,
pinning the shrunken man so that he could no longer move. She kept pushing in
hoping it would all be over soon. She could see the little man’s face turn
bright red as he struggled to scream. She closed one eye and pushed even harder
until she felt a distinctive “pop” and “squelch” seeping between her breasts.
The little man was motionless, blood streaming from his eyes and mouth. Carrie
began to weep and was about to let off the pressure until she heard an order
from JT.

“Great work, now grind him out between your breasts”

Almost in a trance, she started to twist and grind her
breasts together, feeling the warm lubricant seep around her cleavage. She felt
several of his bones crushing and smushing around as she gored the remains of
his tiny body against her sensitive flesh.

“Nice, now let go and show the viewer the mess”

She released the pressure on her breasts and let them fall
back to their resting place. Where the tiny man once stood trapped, was a mess
of mangled organs and fractured bones. The shrunken man’s skull had exploded
from the pressure and grinding and there was brain matter sprinkled about the
mess. As her breasts parted a tiny rope like string connected the viscera
between her breasts. The smear was completely unrecognizable as a former human
being. A human with thoughts, memories, love, and hate. Completely reduced to a
smear by her simplest of actions. She only thought of her breasts as a way to
nourish and comfort babies, and to increase tips at work, but besides that they
were never considered a deadly part of her. 
Now she had brutally ended a life for some sicko’s pleasure using
nothing but her soft breasts. She began to feel faint and sunk back in the
wooden chair.

Sam ran over and started fanning Carrie and brought some wet
wipes. She apologized to Carrie for her intrusion but realized she had to
invade her privacy to help clean her up. Carrie looked down to see black
painted manicured nails attached to tattooed fingers clutching a wet wipe
sliding through her cleavage, cleaning up the mess that was left behind. She
did this several times until there was nothing left of the mess. All gone, like
a shrunken person had never met their end in between her breasts. Carrie sat
up, dazed at what just happened.

“Excellent work Carrie, the viewer has also sent a 500$ tip.
You just made $6,000 in one hour.”

Carrie softly whimpered “I’ll be right back” and ran to the
bathroom. She promptly threw up in the sink and looked at herself in the
mirror. There she was; arms clutching the white porcelain of the sink staring
back at the monster she was. Eyes sullen and defeated. Tears streaming down her
face and her hair falling all around her. She stood straight and stared at her
cleavage that was still a little moist from the cleanup efforts by Sam. She
regarded her bust, imagining in horror what the little man went through. The
round smooth pale skin supported by her black bra. Freckles and tiny invisible
hairs. All luxurious and tempting for any regular sized man. But for the tiny
shrunken man, these were the mechanisms of his demise. He was helpless as she
looked down and crushed his tiny body with unrelenting force. With her
breasts,
she thought and shuttered.

She fixed her hair up and splashed cold water on her face.
This had to be a dream- but it certainly was not. She checked her phone only to
see a meme from her friend Amanda. After replying with a laughing emoji she
opened the door to the hallway of the little house. There she saw Sam and JT
still in the dining room discussing shots and footage. They stopped immediately
upon her arrival and greeted her.

“Great work, I really got some great shots!” exclaimed Sam.

“Our client is very satisfied with your performance Carrie,
here is your money as promised. We are all done for the day, but can we expect
to see you again?” JT asked.

Carrie was emotionless as she took the briefcase full of the
cash she was promised and walked past the duo silently. She threw the briefcase
on the passenger seat and started up her car. She looked in the rear-view
mirror to see some of her makeup bleeding down from her eyes. She put the car
in reverse and drove home silently.

She pulled up to her house and dropped her keys before
opening the locked door. As she picked them up, she fumbled with the doorknob
until it finally opened. She stepped in her house and closed the door behind
her and sat on the ground with her head in her hands against the closed door.
She quietly sobbed, hating herself until she fell asleep right there on the
ground.

Chapter End Notes:

Thank you for reading! I plan to add more themes to this story as it grows. Please leave your criticism/ suggestions as this is my first attempt at a story. 

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