The fit and toned man struggled and resisted but his strength was nothing compared to Riley’s. An entire life of elite military training down the drain all because he fell for some Rich Bratty Bitch.

Riley easily held the muscled body in her left hand. Her long fingers wrapped around the man and felt all over his torso and limbs. She took in his tattoos, though they were much more difficult to make out clearly at the man’s 7-inch height.

They had met in a Budapest Ruin Bar. He had seen her dancing on one of the floors, her body painted in flashing RGB lights. Her size immediately attracted him. He, himself, was 6ft 3in so seeing a woman taller than him was rare. Seeing one as good looking as Riley was even rarer.

Most men may have been intimidated by her. He wasn’t. 10 years of special forces service had filled him with confidence. When one saw the things he saw, they cowered a very few things in their lives. As Riley handled him with ease, he wished he would have been more cautious.

At 28, he was on his way out to the civilian world. He was enjoying his last summer before going to be a ‘drone’ as he had put it. He remembered how Riley laughed when he told her this. She told him who she was.

He was familiar with her name, often seeing it in news articles and tabloids, but he didn’t fully appreciate who Riley Jones was. After all, when one spends the last 8 years of your life being shipped around the world to kill others; you’re not too worried about what 22-year-old heiresses are doing with their lives. Unfortunately for him, he became introduced to Riley's life all too quickly.

The rest of the summer, Paparazzi snapped pictures of Riley with her latest ‘fling’. He remembered seeing himself in a newspaper in London - “Who is Mark Manfried?” the article was titled. Mark was surprised at how much the paper knew about him.

During their time together, Mark witnessed Riley’s cruel side. He had used some shrinking weapons in the military but seeing them used so casually by the rich was much more frightening to him. He remembered the first time being introduced to the ‘Bamazons’; he still couldn’t get over how stupid the name was. The girls’ casualness at shrinking and abusing other humans filled him with a sense of unease – it also made him question if this was the country he had dedicated his young life to.

“Hold these.” Riley’s voice rang clearly in his memory.

Mark was confused at the request but held out his hands. He remembered nearly jumping out of his skin as two miniature men were placed into his awaiting palm. Their bodies were covered in sweat, he wasn’t sure if it was more Riley’s or theirs, and dirt. They looked exhausted and dehydrated. Mark remembered watching as Riley switched from a pair of heels to a pair of tennis shoes and she wordlessly grabbed them men from him and stuffed them into her footwear. She informed him that they were two ex-boyfriends.

During their 3 months together, Mark was witness to many more acts of inhumanity from Riley and her friends. They easily kept and tortured tiny people. They must have ‘owned’ hundreds of small people each. Mark remembered during his military service that any shrunken enemies were to be carefully packaged and sent back stateside for processing. They were not to be abused or degraded in any manner. In comparison, the Bamazons committed war crimes by the second. And it wasn’t just them.

Mark got to attend parties with Riley and Bamazons. Other rich and famous individuals acted with the same attitudes. He witnessed so many acts of cruelty. Other humans worn as jewelry or insoles. Some eaten as a delicacy. Many used as tiny slaves and forced to humiliate themselves to struggle with tasks that would take their owners mere seconds. This is where hias and Riley’s relationship started to unravel...

“Oh my good. You’re not some tiny rights activist are you?” Riley stood above Mark with her hands on her hips. Two small women dangled from her ears – their bodies trapped in gold cages.

Mark couldn’t help but admire Riley’s beauty even in this moment. An open doorway let in a breeze from the Mediterranean into their Istanbul apartment. Her white dress seemed to paint over her curves.

“N-no.” Mark stumbled with his words. “It’s just. That. It kind of ruins the intimacy.” Mark’s eyes stared down to Riley’s feet. Four faces poked from between her toes – all ex lovers, he had learned.

“In what way?” Riley tapped her left foot, much to the consternation of her prisoners. Mark watched their faces contort with pain.

“I mean,” Mark began, “You are absolutely gorgeous and stunning and I consider every day I’m with you to be a gift...”

Riley smiled as Mark’s words pumped her ego.

“But...like. For example, watching as you made Kevin eat your toe jam during the dinner the other day was a bit gross and took away from you and I.”

Riley rolled her eyes, “You’re just intimidated.”

“What? No.” Mark immediately stepped forward to his girlfriend, “All I’m saying is that. Maybe. It could just be you and me doing more things?” He watched as Riley’s thoughts bubbled.

“So. Like. What you’re saying is that you want to be closer to me?” Riley asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I guess you could put it that way.” Mark answered.

“I...I think I understand.” He watched as Riley’s face looked slightly saddened.

“Riles...Don’t be sad. All I’m asking is that -” Before Mark could finish, Riley told him to get showered while she finished dressing.

15 minutes later, Mark stepped from the shower into the steam-filled bathroom. He toweled off and ran a towel through his dirty-blond hair, ruffling it slightly. He briefly admired himself in the mirror before he opened the door and stepped out to the bedroom. As soon as he opened the door, warmth hit him.

Mark nearly pissed himself. Riley now towered above him. Her white painted toes, which he was practically eye level with, wiggled in her white heels He could see up her dress up to her white panties.

“Riley!? What the Fuck!?” He screamed; his voice noticeably higher.

“I’m just getting us closer together” Riley smirked above.

“This isn’t what I meaannNNTNNT!” Mark screamed as she squatted down and grabbed him in her left hand.

Mark struggled as his back sunk into the pillowy palm. Riley’s warmth and Honey Vanilla scented lotion surrounded him.

“Oh Markie,” Riley coo’d as she moved her thumb over his mouth to muffle his screams and shouts. “We could’ve had something. We could have gotten married, and you could have shared in the Riley Jones life.”

Mark struggled but was pinned to the large palm as Riley’s fingers wrapped around his body like pythons. He looked around for any route of escape, but he was powerless. His eyes were wide with terror as he looked into Riley’s focused pupils.

“Don’t struggle. It’ll only make things worse for you. Soon you’ll be begging like Kevin...” Mark’s muffled screams pushed into the skin of Riley’s thumb.

Riley watched herself in the mirror as she hiked her dress and maneuvered her hand. Marks’ tiny body was soon in her panties and pressed into her mound. She softly patted Mark’s back and secured him against her pussy.

Mark screamed and thrashed as he was pressed into Riley’s crotch. Her smell assaulted him as the cloth of her panties let in the last light from the setting sun. The last time Riley would consider him a man.

That night, Riley and the other Bamazons enjoyed parties at various clubs dotting the greek islands. Their yacht hopped from island-to-island well into the morning. Mark struggled to keep track of time. Riley’s sweat built up as the girl danced non-stop. Mike thought back to when they first met, and he wondered if another man was in his place that night. He attempted to find a way free, but it was no use. The fabric's pliability kept him from moving too far. All the years of training invested into him by the military and his undoing was a rich bitch. He grimaced as he wondered what future lay ahead for him.

The next few days, Riley wasted no time getting Mark introduced to her stable. She had already moved past her and Mark’s summer fling. The minute she held him in her hand he had become just another piece of property.

Mark was at odds with himself. As shitty as he felt for being shrunk and abused by the girl, he couldn’t help but feel deep inside that it felt a little right. Riley, after all, wasn’t just a ditzy heiress. She put her money to good use and had found success. He, meanwhile, only joined the military under some misguided duty and he had no other recourse in life. He couldn’t get into any college, and he came from a poor background.

Though he had a literal killer instinct, without the military he felt utterly rudderless. Something about Riley now controlling his life felt good. He sunk deep under Riley’s control.

“Hey, Foot Simp.” Riley used the name she had legally changed for him.

Mark quickly answered, ‘Yes miss Jones.”

Riley smiled at his obedient voice in her ear.

“I need my soles rubbed down good and the toes gotten between. Got a date tonight.” She spoke as she lay on a poolside.

“Happily.” He answered, which earned a laugh from Riley. “Oh my god. You are such a loser. I can’t believe I let you fuck me. Just do a good job and anything you find, feel free to eat.” She turned to her right.

Morgan sat beside Riley. Her own feet bare and enjoyed the cool air. Both girls were soaked with sweat.

“Ugh. He sounds so obedient. I wish I could get this one to comply.” Morgan rolled her eyes.

Riley looked down to see the naked guy who looked a lot like Morgan begging for mercy.

“Morgs! Please. You can’t do this to your own brother!” He screamed.

“You should’ve thought about that before you squandered your inheritance and had little sis bail you out. I’m gonna make you work off that debt.” Morgan quickly lowered her right foot until her brother was sandwiched between her sole and the wooden Adirondack chair on which she rested. A small squelch signaled that he was vacuumed against his sister’s-soaked skin.

Morgan and Riley had just completed a few rounds of Tennis and were enjoying their post-match rub downs.

Mark approached the soles which towered over him. They were around twice his height. He had become well acquainted with Riley’s shoe size in the months of his duty. He stared at the right sole is at reflected sunlight back at him. It’s creamy colour and wrinkles teased him. He took a deep breath and readied himself. He knew he’d be sunburnt by the time he was done.

Riley felt herself sweat as Mark worked her sole. She hummed to herself and chatted with Morgan.

The two made small talk and discussed their latest investments. Morgan’s portfolio was up 300% since the start of the year while Riley’s was similar. Both girls were set to add extra hundreds of millions to their net worth.

“May I get between your toes.” Mark’s voice in Riley’s earbuds interrupted her music.

Without a word, Riley adjusted her foot and splayed her toes for Mark to get between.

Morgan raised her foot off her brother, ‘You hear that? Maybe you should be more like Mark.”

“Oh please. Don’t encourage him to be a kiss ass...” Riley began but then paused herself, “Or do...” She left her words hang in the air.

Morgan’s brother’s eyes widened in terror at what the words could imply.

“Morg! No-no no no. I’ll kiss your feet in front of the entire board just don’t put me near your butt!” The small man screamed.

Morgan placed her finger on her lips and cocked her eyes to the side, “Hmmm. That does sound enticing. Let’s set up a meeting for Monday for you to just that.” She smiled. “For now. How about you get some of that peppermint lotion and rub sissie’s soles.”

“O-of course.” Morgan’s brother got to work.

“So, I take it that The Journal will have an article about you winning the Hawthorne sibling rivalry?” Riley asked.

“Already got PR on it.” Morgan smiled and leaned back. Her toes wiggled as her brother was covered in her sweat.

“What about you?” Morgan nodded to Mark with his face between Riley’s toes. “Going to talk about how you’re employing veterans?”

Both girls laughed at this.

“Come on. He’s doing what he loves.” Riley added and softly squeezed Mark’s face with her toes.

“I’ll say.” Morgan motioned her head to Mark’s dick which was full mast (though still barely perceptible at his size).

“Oh god.” Riley’s face went red. “Hey perv. Worry about pleasing me first.” she curled her toes and held Mark’s face into the webbing until his cock deflated.

Mark gasped for air once Riley’s toes uncurled, “S-sorry” he panted, “Sorry miss Jones.” His hands went back to work rubbing peppermint lotion into the large crevice.

45 minutes later, Riley and Morgan were both done catching up and ready to head their own ways.

Riley watched as Morgan lifted her brother by his left foot and held him above one of her socks. The screaming writhing man tried to break free, but it was no use as Morgan’s fingers released and he fell into the soaked cotton of his sister’s sock which she summarily slid her foot into.

Mark, on the other hand, was shoved into Riley’s right skirt pocket as she was running late to her date.

Back at Riley’s San Diego apartment, Mark sat with Riley’s other trophies inside their glass cage on a window sill. A few old pairs of Riley’s socks and panties were in various corners of the habitat. They all watched hypnotized as Riley changed into her date clothes.

A sleek red dress covered Riley’s body. Her toned arms were on full display. She grabbed a pair of red strappy sandals and approached the glass case. Mark felt his heartrate increase as he watched Riley’s hips sashay and her usual smirk on her face. Her lips were coloured in a near identical red to her dress.

Which of you lucky tinies would like to be my chaperones tonight? Mark watched from the corner of his eye as some of the 14 other prisoners tried to hide into the background.

Riley rolled her eyes as the miniature men and women showed fear. “What a bunch of wimps. Simp, you down?”

Riley laughed as he nodded eagerly.

“Okay. And...how about you...and you....and youuu...” Riley’s hand swooped down like a hawk. Mark and 3 other of Riley’s little pets were soon held together in her hand

Riley sat on the side of her bed and placed the shoes on the floor. One by one, she positioned each of the 4 onto the sandals’ insoles.

Mark remained still as he looked up at Riley. He couldn’t get over how gorgeous she looked and how lucky he was to find her. He imagined if this was a military situation, he would be blamed for having Stockholm Syndrome. He smiled as he watched Riley’s right foot lift above him and slowly lower down. Her sole, freshly lotioned and smooth, descended upon him.

Riley smiled as she positioned her feet and the four faces stared up at her from between her toes. She carefully buckled her peds into the footwear and squeezed her toes; this signaled to Mark and the others that it was show time.

The confidence and ease with which Riley moved was something otherworldly. To Mark, it was like watching a movie – though he was quite dizzy, he remained focused on his former fling, current owner. From her car ride to the restaurant to her movement through the crowds to finally meeting her date for that night. Mark was in awe.

Mark could feel the heat and weight of Riley’s sole as it rested on his body. He couldn’t help but be somewhat sleepy from a combination of her body warmth and her weight shortening his breaths. On top of it, he had to time his breathing to her footfalls. If he tried to breathe in when her foot landed down, his lungs would be compressed. He was somewhat thankful for not being as built as he used to be, it made situations like this much easier.

Mark watched the evening play out above. Riley flirted with her date. The two laughed and joked. Apparently, he was from a successful Venture Capital lineage – though his net worth was only a fraction that of Riley’s, it was still more than 99% of the world. Mark could tell Riley liked the man, it was the same way she acted when they first met. Mark simply inhaled the scent of Riley’s foot and was content. His arms and legs pinned under her weight; he smiled as she enjoyed the night.

 It was 2AM by the time Riley went home. Her new friend in tow.

The next day, Mark clipped Riley’s toenails as she and the other Bamazons congregated at The Ruf. She shared the details of her night.

“And, oh my god. Did he know all the right spots to get. Definitely better than this one was.” Riley patted Mark’s head with her right big toe.

Mark could feel a layer of perspiration soak into his overgrown hair. He felt slightly embarrassed from Riley’s comment, but he paid attention to the task at hand.

The Bamazons all watched silently as Mark’s small body maneuvered the nail clippers on Riley’s left ring toe. He carefully positioned it and pressed down with his body weight. His skin grew red from the effort.

Mark smiled as a satisfying SNAP rang out and the nail flew on the floor at his feet.

“Be sure to file as well. I don’t want them smooth and rounded. You’ll be stripping off the paint and applying a fresh black.” Riley snapped her fingers at Mark.

“Absolutely, Miss Jones.” Mark answered as he moved to the pinky toe.

“So how have things been going with y’all?” Riley asked around the room.

“Oh. Absolutely wonderful.” Morgan answered first. “I’m sure you all saw, but just in case not, I brought some copies.”

Riley leaned forward and grabbed a copy of a magazine from Morgan. The latest issue of Women’s Business World. Bold letters read “SIBLING RIVALRIES: WHY SISTER KNOWS BEST”

A picture of Morgan dressed in a black suit with her arms crossed graced the cover. She stood with her left leg hovering over her miniature brother dressed in a dark blue janitor jumpsuit. Her barefoot cast him in her shadow.

“Oh my god! I love it Morgs!” Amanda shouted.

“Same!” Brittany added.

Morgan then returned to her plush red leather recliner. She looked down at her brother embedded the seat and waved to him before her ass covered him. His screams muffled into her cheeks.

“So did he ever tell you how many men he killed?” Brittany asked Riley as she turned the conversation back to Mark.

While he and Riley dated, Brittany seemed infatuated with his military service, she was always trying to get a number out of him.

“Best I ever got out of him was more than 25.” Riley looked down to the floor at the, still fit, but much thinner Mark.

“Psh. That’s nothing. I’ve killed at least 30.” Amanda spat out.

“Shrinking is cheating!” Brittany yelled.

“But it’s also more fun!” Amanda retorted.

Brittany conceded the point.

Mark briefly glanced at Amanda’s size 16s and shuddered as her bare toes wiggled and flexed. Even as infatuated as he was with Riley’s feet, his stomach sank at the thought of being crushed under them.

Amanda caught Mark’s glance and laughed.

“OH. I don’t think you have anything to worry about, little guy. I mean, until she grows tired of you...” Amanda’s words hung in the air.

Mark paused and stared up at Riley. Her face hung above him with a toothy grid. Her perfect skin blue-green eyes and recently died pink-blonde hair hung hung on her shoulder.

“Oh don’t worry. Keep being a good little simp and licking between my toes and you won’t be crushed between them.” She teased.

This earned laughter from all the Bamazons.

Mark wasn’t the first-person head over heels for one of them, nor would he be the last. Just 7 months earlier one of Brittany’s business partners – an influencer a year younger than herself had confessed his adoration of her. She took advantage of him by shrinking him and taking over his channel. His content went from cheap ‘pranks’ and promoting questionable products to him giving foot care advice as Riley sent him to a new ‘fan’ every week.

Mark finished clipping the nails and worked at stripping the paint from them as Riley and the girls chatted.

Amanda had acquired yet another restaurant. This one in Charleston, South Carolina. It quickly became popular with local politicians. An Olivia Grace was a common visitor – Amanda talked about how she was rising to power in the state and would often inquire about acquiring some shrinking chambers.

Morgan talked about acquiring NBA team her brother had stupidly bought.

“I mean. Honestly. Who thought basketball was fit for Calgary? I guess it isn’t all bad though. I got to change the name.”

The new name was the Calgary Crushers – formerly the Plainsmen. Their logo was a stylized image of her foot coming down upon a miniature man.

Brittany talked about her investments in Weapons Manufacturers. Her family had manufactured the first successful shrink ray and sold it for an extraordinary amount to the government. This led to her getting into a lot of political circles. She would often tell stories of Politicians who espoused that a wife should be loyal and obedient, calling her and begging her to shrink and abuse them for a weekend. She had obliged more than once.

Mark couldn’t believe all the information he was now privy to; not that it mattered as he had nobody to tell. Riley was right, if only he would’ve stayed quiet, they may have gotten married, and he never would have had to work another day in his life. Instead, he now dreamt of new ways to pamper her feet and hungered for a taste of them. The woman who he would’ve called a spoiled brat mere months prior had his heart and mind firmly under heel.

“So I guess the pheromone worked well?” Brittany asked as Mark hungrily licked at Riley’s sole which was presented to him.

The room went silent as Mark paused and then looked up at Riley.

“Oh god. I guess the secret’s out now. Thanks, Brit.” Riley leaned forward and placed her elbows on her knees. Mark stared up at her toned body.

“Yeah. Sorry, Mark. So, the past few months may have just been a favor for a friend.” She smiled. “Brittany really wanted to test a new weapon one of her companies was developing but we needed an experienced soldier to test it on. Long story short, we did some background digging saw that you were freshly out. I flew out to Budapest. A few months of spiked drinks later and you were slobbering at my feet. I mean. I never would date somebody of your...class.” Riley flung her nose in the air.

“B-but. Your comment about getting married and our fight and...” Mark spiraled.

“All carefully put together.” Brittany spoke up.

“So. I’m not some psychotic foot freak?” Mark asked.

“Well. You weren’t. I think if you were to stop being my little simp now, you’d die of withdrawals.” Riley added.

“You fucking, bitches! You tricked me!” Mark felt himself try to get angry. “You’re nothing but girls who care only about money and yours-” Mark was cut off.

“Be a good boy and get back to licking between my toes.” Riley lowered her foot with her toes splayed and fresh perspiration wafted into Mark’s face.

“No! Fuc-” Mark wanted to fight it, but felt his knees grow week. He could only think about burying his face into Riley’s skin and giving himself up to her. “--Yes Miss Jones.” He answered and got on his hands knees.

Riley and the Bamazons laughed as they watched Mark practically make love to the webbing between her toes.

“Awesome. I guess I can continue with the next phase. Got a few rival CEOs on my list and you girls want to add anybody?” Brittany asked.

By the end of the meeting, it was decided who would be next on the Bamazon’s list.

Morgan stood up and picked her brother up from the groove her butt had made in the soft leather. He screamed as she spritzed him with a small bottle of pheromone. He fought and cussed at first but thanks to his small size and the pheromone’s concentration, Morgan watched his attitude completely change.

“You fucking bitch! You can’t treat your brother like this. If I ever get big I’m going to....” he tried to shake his head clear, “I’m going...to...”

“Yes?” Morgan held her breath in anticipation.

“I’m going to worship you.” Morgan’s brother answered.

“Are you?” She asked in excitement.

“Y-ye, NO!...” he tried to fight the pheremones, “NO!...Y-yes. YES!”

“And how might you do that?” Morgan asked with a raised eyebrow to her brother in her fist.

“I’ll massage your feet after your bootcamp class.” He spoke hypnotically.

“Hmm. I don’t know, bro. They’ll be really funky and you’re small and worthless.” Morgan nearly laughed.

“Please! Morgan! Please let me try! I’ll do good! I Promise!” Her brother screamed.

Morgan stifled her laughter. It reminded her of when they were in school and she would practice her karate on him.

“Okay. But you got to do really good. Maybe you can sleep in my shoe?” She pushed the envelope.

“Yes please!” He shouted ecstastically.

The Bamazons laughed as Morgan left with her brainwashed brother in hand.

Riley, meanwhile, looked down at Mark who also had been hit with a fresh spritz of Pheremones.

He was laid flat on her dirt covered leather flip flop. Something she had bought on a vacation in Bali and had traveled the world with.

“Please step on me, Miss Jones.” He begged.

“Should I step on him, girls?” She asked Amanda and Brittany teasingly.

“Hmm. Maybe he should beg some more.” Brittany smiled.

“PLEASE! PLEASE! I NEED YOU TO BE ON TOP OF ME!” Mark screamed.

“Ookay. Since you said please.” Riley winked.

Mark’s last image was Riley’s sole descending upon him. His body was nestled perfectly into her instep...