“What’s up everybody, it’s your dude, David. I know a lot of you out there haven’t been feeling well so I wanted to put out another video for y’all to watch while you’re resting up. I’ve been in Manila the past three days and, man, is it boiling. But there’s so many cool things to see and do so come aboard the D-Train for another Travel Vlog!”
David Hanson stood in the middle of a busy Manila sidewalk. He looked into his travel camera and smiled. Passerby brushed past him, the occasional glance at his camera. They were used to these western bloggers recording themselves and hogging the sidewalks so most paid David no mind. Although there were noticeably fewer vloggers in the past few weeks.
David turned off his camera and looked around. Ever since the end of May, world governments had been attempting to act on the new virus that had been spreading. Its effects seemed comical yet concerning. Shrinking. Who would’ve thought. The alarming thing was that it only seemed to affect a specific subset of the population. Two of his vlogger friends had been affected. They documented their shrinkage on their channels until the videos stopped. David hadn’t been able to get in touch with either since. One of his best friends was last seen in Manila himself.
Regardless. He had videos to make. His parents and siblings laughed at him when he eschewed college to be a travel blogger, but things had worked out well. In the past 3 years, he had seen 60 countries and gathered nearly 3 million subscribers. Though quarantines had put in place in many countries, the Philippines included, David was able to work some favors to get into the country. He had no doubt that it would be good content.
As he walked through the streets and side alleys, David couldn’t help but notice the locals giving him looks. Many refused to even talk to him. It was like he was a leper. He stopped to inspect himself in the reflection of a shop window.
“Definitely don’t got anything on my face. Clothes seem slightly loser but probably just lost water weight from this heat.” He talked aloud to himself. He wore a yellow tshirt and khaki cargo shorts. His brown hair was cut short. He knew he was about 5’11 but couldn’t help comparing himself to many of the shorter locals as they walked by. He was used to feeling like he towered over them, but something felt different. He shook his head and looked for the next thing to film.
His eyes caught the sign for a Salon and Thai Massage shop.
“Oh perfect. ASMR content is always good for views.” He turned on his camera and walked toward the entrance.
David walked into the shop. His camera was in constant motion as it pointed to his own face and then around the shop. Around 6 or so workers were in the building with about 4 customers. They all turned and looked at him in practical unison. The gossip and conversation that was occurring the second before had stopped. Though he felt nervous, David put on his best friendly smile.
“Uhhh. You do massage?” He asked in his best dumbed-down English.
“Massage?” A short Filipina girl approached. If David had to guess, she was probably no taller than 5ft 5in. She was probably slightly older than him in her mid-20s. David did find her a bit cute.
“Um. Yes. Please.” He smiled awkwardly into the camera.
“You a foreigner?” She asked as if she didn’t already know. Her speech was accented, but David could tell she knew some of more subtleties of English.
This earned a small chuckle from David as he responded. “Yep. American.”
“Ohhh.” The girl replied. “Not sick?” she asked pensively as she looked him up and down.
“Nope. Healthy as a horse.” David hoped the phrase would translate well. He lifted his left arm and flexed to emphasize his point.
This earned a laugh from the woman. She gave him the universal sign for ‘1 moment’ as she held up her finger and yelled to the back. David had been trying to pick up the language in his few days in country so far but the rapid fire tagalog was too much for him to follow.
He turned the camera to the girl as she yelled to the back of the shop. An older woman emerged, probably in her 40s or 50s. She looked at David – he thought he saw her smirk slightly – and then to the younger woman.
They shouted back and forth. He noticed them pointing to a large terrarium tank back by the older woman and then laughter from the customers and the workers.
“Okay. You can come back. I give you a massage.” The girl smiled up at David.
“Thank you!” David turned the camera to his face and wiped his brow in an exaggerated manner.
As he was led in the back, he noticed one woman getting a pedicure but she seemed to looking at some sort of animals in a tank at her feet. He wondered if it was one of those fish pedicures.
He tried to stop to look at and record the terrarium but was shooed away by the older woman. He barely got to peek within the impressive glass structure. This startled him slightly, but he brushed it off – not everybody was keen to have a camera shoved everywhere.
“What’s your name?” The girl asked as she led David into a room with three massage beds. He placed his backpack under the table.
“David. You?” He asked as the girl prepped the table.
“Malaya.” She replied with a smile. Bright red lipstick on her lips and her black hair tied back into a bun. She wore a white v-neck shirt with a short yellow shorts. Cheap flip flops adorned her feet which were deep tan with purple painted toes.
“Well. Very nice to meet you.” He extended his hand.
The two shook hands and David made a note in his mind that something seemed off about his grip.
“Shirt off. And lie down on your face.” Malaya mimed what she wanted of David.
“Oh yeah. Sure thing.” David removed his shirt. His fit but somewhat flabby torso was bare to Malaya who motioned for him to lie on the table.
As David positioned himself, he could hear another set of footsteps enter the room. More Tagalog and laughter. The footsteps then left. He wondered what the camera would show later.
"How long you been in Phillipines?” Malaya asked as David felt her hands begin pushing into his back.
“3 Days.” He replied as Malay’s small but strong fingers pushed into his shoulders.
“Oh. You’re not scared?” She asked.
“Of what?” David replied.
“Virus.” Malay answered as she grabbed his right arm and began twisting and pulling.
David grunted. “No. I’ll be okay.” He chuckled slightly.
“Last client say that too.” Malay answered back.
“What?” David asked for clarification, but Malya moved the conversation forward.
They made the usual small talk between David’s grunts and groans. He had to admit that this was probably one of the best massages he ever had. No doubt it would make for great content.
They talked about him being from the USA. She liked that he was from California. He told her that he was 21 and learned that she was 25. They briefly talked about him being a vlogger which she seemed intrigued by. She talked about herself and how her aunt owned the parlor. She had 3 brothers and 4 sisters. She actually had family in San Jose that she visited as a kid which explained her passable English. She was from a small seaside village but moved to Manila for work and maybe to go to college one day. Eventually the small talk died down and David felt himself grow sleepy and dozed off.
He awoke to an empty room. He could hear Malay talking excitedly in another room. He groaned – this seemed to get her attention.
“Oh. David. Sorry I went to take small you break. You fell asleep.” Malay spoke with some giddiness in her voice.
David smacked his lips.
“All good.” He then went to stretch his arms out and noticed his camera was missing. “Hey where’s my camera?” He asked.
“Safe keeping.” Malay replied.
“What do you mean safe keeping!? And what about my other stuf-” David turned on the table and sat up quickly. He saw stars and nearly passed out.
Malay quickly rushed to his side and held him up. He could feel her hand covering nearly half his back. “Be very careful. You are sick.” she spoke with genuine concern.
He woozily looked into her face and then tried to get off the table to confront her.
“Give me...” He slurred as he swung his legs from the table and struggled to find the floor. He jumped onto the floor. “...back...my....” David got in position to tower over Malay but was met with an unforeseen sight.
He was face to face with the soft cotton of Malay’s tshirt. He slowly craned his neck upward to see Malay’s face. She wore an expression of concern and amusement.
“M-Malay?” David stumbled his words, unsure if this was the same girl who he had been talking to for the past hour.
“That is me.” She replied with a smile.
“How’d you get so big?” He asked.
This earned a small chuckle from Malay. “Just like your videos, you are funny.”
“You are the one who is the different size.” She reached down and poked his nose. “You lied to me. You are sick.” She put her hands on her hips and tapped her right foot in a disappointed manner.
David struggled to comprehend what she was saying. He was sure this was a trick to rob him.
“Look. I don’t know what kind of trick this is but give me back my Camera, my shirt, and my other shit or I’m going to the cops.” David threatened.
Another chuckle from Malay. “I do not think you would like to tell them that you broke quarantine. Though the borders with America are closed I am sure they would find room for you in a jail or prison.” Malay threatened.
David rolled his eyes. He had been threatened before that the local police would jail him. “Malay. Just get out of my way.” He attempted to push past the woman.
Within the blink of an eye, David found himself on his back. Malay stood above him and then lowered herself until she sat on his chest.
Her feet on either side of his head, David struggled to throw Malay off him but she didn’t budge. Her eyes looked down at him sternly. He could feel her Butt cheeks press into his sternum. David flailed some more but eventually gave up. Sandwiched between his masseuse’s butt and the cold linoleum tile, he looked up pleadingly.
“Malay. Please let me go.” He tried to beg.
The sound of footsteps scraping against the floor approached and the beaded door of the room was pushed aside. David looked at he and Malay’s guest. The older woman from before stood above the two.
“Oh, thank you. You must be her aunt. Look. Your niece here is trying to rob me and hold me hostage, please call the cops and -” David’s words to the woman were ignored as she spoke to Malay.
Rapid tagalog shot above David as the aunt motioned to him and Malay answered. She reached down and softly smacked David’s left cheek at one point which earned a laugh. Then the aunt looked stern and pointed out of the room and at David. Whatever she was saying, Malay seemed to agree with as the conversation ended with both women strongly nodding at one another.
“What was that about?” David asked.
“You want the good news or the better news?” Malay smiled from above.
“Let’s start with the good.” David grunted.
“She wants me to get off you. She doesn’t want to send you to the hospital.” Malay stood up and extended her hand. David reluctantly took it and continued to look up at Malay.
“What’s the better?” He asked.
“She wants to keep you.” Malya made a large smile.
David felt his stomach drop as Malay looked down at him pleasingly.
“Keep me!?” He screamed and attempted to buck off Malay, but she remained solid on his chest.
She reached down and smacked his face again, “Too big for you?” she teased.
“You can’t keep me!? I’m a person!” He screamed.
Malay smacked him once again. She could see the tears of frustration welling in his eyes. “Yes, we can. New law. It’s to prevent stray puti.” Malay’s eyes looked into his.
“Stray? Puti?” David asked confused.
“Oh. Puti is like. White Person...and stray means like dog with no owner.” Malay clarified.
David rolled his eyes. “I know what stray means...” he glanced toward Malay’s crotch near his chin. “...but you know I am not an animal, right?” He raised an eyebrow.
Malay chuckled, “Silly Puti. We will put you to work.” Another soft smack.
David's lip quivered as he tried to turn to his humor, “I’m useless at doing things. That’s why I became a vlogger.”
Malay laughed and ruffled David’s hair. “I like your jokes, David. I hope I can still hear you when you are very small.” She smiled.
David didn’t know what to do so he remained still under Malay. She gave him one more soft smack before standing up.
David remained on his back in fear until Malay extended her hand. He avoided it first.
Malay chucked, “Would you like to stay on the floor and kiss my feet, David? Other puti are very good at that.”
David was taken aback by the statement and quickly grabbed Malay’s hand. She pulled him up and then motioned for him to follow her.
They exited the room, and he was once more hurried past the Terrarium.
Malay eagerly introduced David to her coworkers; other Filipina ranging from a few inches shorter to a few inches taller than Malay. Though David was still in shock from his sudden transformation and new life, the girls seemed nonplussed – it was almost as if he wasn’t the first person, they’d seen like this. The few customers in the store all appeared equally unbothered.
David was suddenly aware and fearful of the virus he had been quick to put-off.
Malay was by far the best English speaker of the group, but the others were not shy to talk.
“New Puti?” One girl, around Malay’s height pointed to David as Malay held his wrist and pulled him behind her. A young man getting his hair cut by her looked at David with a smirk.
Malay nodded eargely and broke into rapid tagalog. David couldn’t help but blush as they spoke their native tongue to one another and ended nearly every sentence with a laugh. He had no doubt they were discussing him.
Malay spoke about David’s expected duties. Sweep the floors of hair, empty the foot soak tubs, wipe down the massage stations...
As Malay carried on excitedly, David couldn’t help but keep glancing at the terrarium.
“...will I need to clean the snake cage?” He asked. He hated snakes.
Malay stopped and stared at him with a look of confusion. “Snake cage?” She asked.
David pointed to the Terrarium in the darkness of the back wall. This caused Malay to smile.
“Ohh! That is not a snake cage. Silly.” She replied chipperly as if it was a known fact.
“What?” David paused.
Malay then nodded, “Yes. You will get smaller, and we need a safe place to keep you. With all the puti.” Malay waved for him to follow her. As they approached, David felt his stomach churn at the sight.
There was obviously some care put into the environment, but it was none the less humiliating for the inhabitants. Dozens, perhaps over 50, small humans were inside the glass case. They varied in size, but all were mere inches tall. It was modeled to look like a jungle village. Small mud huts dotted the surface of the terrarium with bowls of fruit and water laid out. It did look just like a cage for some sort of animal but living and breathing humans dwelled within. All with pale skin.
“Malay? What the fuck?” He asked.
Malay smiled and coo’d “They are adorable. Very hard workers. You will be too.” This made David shudder.
David peered into the case and struggled to make out the details of the faces within. He could tell there were some older men and women along with younger men and women.
David wanted to get his camera and run. He thought he stumbled upon some horrific discovery until Malay spoke again.
“Our shop only has a small amount but many others around here have hundreds of puti.”
“Is this your fucking plan with me?” David screamed. This earned the attention of Malay’s coworkers and her aunt. Malay smiled. “Let me show you.” Malay dragged him to a corner of the salon with 5 pedicure stations.
David wanted to escape, the fear to run was great but being manhandled by Malay again was enough of a deterrent.
“You stay.” Malay spoke to him as she took a seat in one of the large plush chairs. He watched as she dipped her feet into a bubbling tub and soaked. After about 15 minutes of sitting in the solution, her feet were carefully removed and placed upon a towel. The tub was drained of its water and carried away by one of Malay’s coworkers to the terrarium. He watched as she opened the top and reached her hand inside. The small people were tossed without care into the plastic tub. She returned with a smile. David’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw it contained about 10 tiny whites.
“Malay what the fuck?” He stared.
She rested silently as the tub was put on the ground. David could only watch as her tanned feet slowly lowered into the tub. The tiny white people attempted to make room, but most were sandwiched under the bottoms of Malay’s feet.
“You can’t do this to them!” David screamed but Malay held up a finger.
“Lunch-time” She replied.
Sure enough the small whites crawled between her toes and around her feet. David leaned in to watch. He gagged at the sight. It was like watching a zombie movie. The pitiful humans crawled around Malay’s feet, they gnawed and chewed at the soft and pruny skin. They acted like it was the best thing they had eaten. Some suckled the sweat and left over water trapped in Malay’s toe crevices.
“No fucking way am I ever doing that!” David screamed. He made a run for the wide-open door. He made it to the sidewalk outside and ran down the street, “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!” he shouted. He was stopped in his tracks as his ear was nearly ripped off.
David turned to see one of the other Salon girls smirking at him. His right ear was firmly between her fingers. She squeezed it with a stern look on her face.
David was humiliated as he was dragged back into the salon by a girl even shorter than Malay. He could see random people on the street pointing and laughing.
David was pulled back in time to witness the tub get carried away. The puti were returned to their prison and Malay wiggled her toes in satisfaction. She toweled off her feet and rose from the chair. David, his ear still being twisted, was helpless as Malay stood before him and raised her hand. A solid smack echoed out to the street – passersby stopped to peek in.
That night, David and Malay stayed at the salon. He was to be kept there until he finished shrinking, per Malay’s aunt. As such, Malay volunteered to babysit him. There was a cot in the back which Malay would sleep on until David was no longer able to fend for himself – not that he could now.
David’s face burned in shame. He followed a few steps behind Malay. Her longer legs gave her a quicker pace. She had decided to get dinner from a nearby 7/11. As she didn’t trust David to be left alone, she tied a rope around his neck and took him with her.
Shirtless and shoeless, David struggled to keep up. He held up his oversized cargo shorts with one hand. While he fought against Malay’s tugging. David was stared at and laughed at by countless locals and non-white tourists. Though it quickly became apparent there were other ‘puti’ in far worse situations – he witnessed one small person get kicked like a soccer ball – he still felt embarrassed.
As Malay went into 7/11, David attempted to escape once again but his neck was quickly yanked which earned a satisfying choke in Malay’s ears. He was led up and down the aisle while Malay looked for a suitable dinner – a store clerk came around one corner and briefly yelled at Malay in tagalong. She stepped aside and showed him David which earned a laugh and a wave of his hands.
Without David needing to ask, Malay informed him that the clerk thought he was a dog at first and he was telling her no pets were allowed. She simply explained that it was a puti and the clerk understood.
Satisfied with a mango soda, curry rice, and some fried chicken. Malay paid and led David from the store. His stomach rumbled as the smell of the chicken wafted back to him and he hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
“You are hungry?” Malay asked from in front of him.
“Y-yes.” He answered fearfully.
“That is good.” She simply replied and led him back to the Salon.
David received no mercy or pity from Malay. She sat upon his face and ate dinner – she did not want to sit on the cot. His tear-soaked eyes stared up at her for maybe a scrap of her food. She paid him no heed as she sucked down the food and sipped her drink while watching local dramas on the small television in the back room. He was forced to listen to the smack of her lips as she enjoyed her meal.
As Malay’s thighs rested on either side of his head, David thought back on his travels and back to the start of Summer. He wished he had heeded the signs. His family even begged him to stay home due to the large number of disappearances. He struggled to move or breath under Malay. The familiar linoleum stuck to his bare skin.
Malay finished the last of her curry and chicken and downed her soda. She sat up and David was grossed as she released a loud belch. She looked down and blew some in his face. She then stood up and stretched. The food in her stomach resettled. She looked down at David’s face staring up from between her feet and smiled. She lifted her right foot which caused David to flinch and her to laugh. She pushed her empty curry container to his face.
“You can have what’s left.” She smiled.
David seemed honestly thankful for Malay’s scraps but was grossed out as only chicken bones and a layer of curry residue remained. Still, he nibbled what meat was left from the bones and licked the plate clean.
The rest of the night was uneventful as Malay tied David to the cot. David eventually found rest on the cold, hard floor.
The sound of city traffic and the Salon’s main door opening stirred David awake. As he stirred awake, he felt something different. The rope around his neck was gone. A burst of adrenaline shot through him as he stood up. Now was his chance. Then...the world exploded.
A large object fell to his right – the ground shook his below. Then seconds later another to his left. Dust floated in the air as his ears rang.
“That was good curry!” Malay’s voice boomed from above.
David stared in, both terror and wonder. Her size was immense but then it hit him. She wasn’t immense, he was smaller!
Malay smirked down at the tiny man who not 24 hours earlier stood above her. Now he was like a potato chip between her feet...
David struggled to not pass out as Malay and her aunt prodded him.
Malay measured him against ruler as her aunt wrote down in a notebook. Other names and sizes were listed as well.
“10.35cm” Malay spoke to David, her warm breath washed over him.
David was speechless. He didn’t know how small 10.35cm was – he only knew inches. But he didn’t really care either, he stared at the terrarium and gulped.
Malay followed David’s gaze and spoke to her aunt. They both laughed and Malay stooped down to speak to David ‘face’-to-face.
“Okay. I have to get the Salon ready for the day. Auntie says to go ahead and put you in with the other Puti for now.” Malay spoke to David like a child.
“Malay! Please don’t do this! Take me to the embassy!” He screamed but Malay’s fingers gripped his torso and carried him to the Terrarium. He looked at the faces looking a back at him as Malay opened the top.
Malay’s fingers carefully placed him onto the packed dirt and lifted her hand from the glass enclosure. She closed the lid and waved to David with a smile.
“See you later!” Her muffled voice could barely be heard.
As David stood nude and shivering from adrenaline, he noticed the dozens of other people slowly surrounding him...
He was quickly introduced into the life of “Puti Village” as they jokingly called themselves. So many people with so many different stories.
There was Dan, the unofficial mayor – though they all knew Malay’s aunt was the final word on anything. 50 years old – slightly chubby with a thick grey beard and balding head. He was the first inhabitant back when it was just a fishbowl and before they became part of the Salon’s services. He lived in Manila with his Filipina wife until he shrunk then she sold him to the Salon to have her family move into their home.
Laura. 35. She had been an executive at one of the multinationals in the city. When she shrunk, one of her employees kept her for a week before selling her to the salon.
Jared and Kelly. A young couple who began shrinking at the start of a 6month tour of Asia. They had run to the Salon for help and that was the end of that...
Tyler, Allison, and Mark. All who had been part of the same study abroad group. They considered themselves lucky as many of their classmates were part of the first wave of ‘experimentation’.
And finally Blake.
“Oh my fucking god dude!”
“Dude!”
David and Blake had a tearful reunion as their naked bodies hugged.
David stepped back and looked at Blake’s face – his skin was terrible, and he had a patchy beard. His breath smelled horrendous.
“I saw you get tossed around by Mayla as well.” Blake teased his friend.
David felt embarrassed. “Don’t feel bad, I didn’t learn until 2 weeks ago that she’s a black belt in Jiu Jitsu. Probably could’ve kicked your ass at full size as well.” Blake slapped his friend on the back. This made David feel slightly better about having her sit upon him.
As the ‘community’ welcomed the newcomer. One of Malay’s coworkers approached the tank. She yelled back to Malay who simply nodded and gave her a thumbs up.
David jumped back as the hand reached into the case and pulled Blake skyward. It soon entered again and lifted a skinny blonde he had not yet met.
What was terrifying was that neither person screamed or fought. Instead, they seemed resigned to whatever fate awaited them.
David walked toward the glass wall and pressed up against it. He looked-on helplessly. As if Blake and the woman were accessories, the woman sat down in a salon chair and crossed her right leg over her left. She removed her flip flop and held it out. David watched as Blake was placed face up onto the flip flop. She slid it back onto her foot. The act was repeated with the Blonde. The woman then stood up, tested the fit, and then walked around as if she just didn’t use two humans as insoles.
“What the fuck?” David asked even though after what he witnessed with the tub yesterday, he wasn’t completely shocked.
“Welcome to Puti Village, kid.” Dan spoke from behind and wrapped his arm around David’s shoulder...
“How long has the world been like this?” David asked as he sat around a ‘campfire’ it was obviously from an aquarium set.
“Well. It’s hard to say. I first shrunk back in February. That’s when the virus was relatively unknown. My fucking wife sure hopped on the opportunity.” Dan laughed and shook his head.
“The Philippines passed their law in May. You didn’t check that before travelling here?” Laura informed David and then followed up with her question.
David played with the fake dirt and shrugged his shoulders, “I mean. I thought it wouldn’t work like that.”
“Oh it does and obviously did. You dumbass.” Laura spoke have teasing and half chastising. “Not that it really matters. From what I hear the world is now a ‘Puti Village’. “
“But now what?” David asked as if Laura or Dan were going to give him some answer about the future.
“As far as you’re concerned, your future went bye bye when Malay saw you shrink. You’re here until they go out of business, or you meet your maker...” Dan spoke with his straightforward tone.
As the group sat in silence. A shadow was cast over the inside of the tank. A loud THUNK THUNK followed.
David covered his ears in pain, “Fucking fuck that’s loud!” He screamed.
He and the others turned to see two new faces staring at them. A young couple. If David had to guess they were most likely Korean. The girl held a go-pro on a stick and excitedly moved it to the case. David stared into the lens with a sense of anger.
Malay stood to their side and pointed into the tank and made motions with her hands.
The girl of the couple excitedly hugged her boyfriend or husband’s arm and jumped up and down and nodded. Malay nodded as well and handed them a piece of paper. She stepped away briefly. The two peered excitedly into the case and marked onto the paper until Malay returned. She took the paper, inspected it, looked into the case and then smiled with a thumbs up. She waved to one of her coworkers to take the couple to the massage room.
Malay walked away once more and returned with a small metal case. Her hand reached into the terrarium and quickly snatched David.
“Ready to go on Camera once more?” Malay smiled to David as she placed him into the case. 3 others joined him. Jared and Kelly. And an unmet man probably around Dan’s age but in much better shape. Malay snapped the case closed.
David felt the world move around them and then muffled voices. Finally, it opened.
“Ooooh.” The voices of the young couple sang in unison.
David watched as the guy spoke into the camera in Korean the only words he recognized were “Puti Massage.”
The two laid on their respective tables, their clothes stripped. Towels covered their mid-sections.
The coworker who had twisted David’s ear the day prior stood over the girl and Malay over the guy. Malay grabbed David and Jared while Kelly and the other man were grabbed by her coworker.
Malay held David in Jared in her right hand as her left hand grabbed a bottle of massage oil. A small spurt and David screamed as he was blinded. The oil covered his body. Malay rubbed her hands together to warm the oil and set to work.
David’s body was pressed deep into the large guy’s skin. He gasped for air as Malay’s fingers manipulated him. He fought for breath.
Malay carefully worked the two little men. She used their bodies to reallocate oil and to press into tough areas. It reminded David of an Accupressure massage he received once, only this time he was the stick. Malay observed David as he continually tried to break free from her grip, but her fingers easily overpowered him.
Malay lifted the guy’s arm and curled it behind his back. She pressed the two men into the armpit which earned a moan of pain and pleasure from the man The act was repeated.
Even though he was covered in oil, David could feel the giant’s sweat from his time in the humid and hot Manila weather.
Malay thought the guy was good looking and smirked at forcing David to be his massage tool. She slowly pushed and maneuvered the men down the body. She could feel the girl had a good body. She pushed into his thighs.
David could feel his rips crack as Malay pushed upon him and then glided down the skin.
Finally, Malay reached the ankles and feet. She pushed the men deep into the instep which earned a satisfying groan. She then pressed on the ball of the foot to splay his toes. One by one, David’s head was poked between each toe and deep into the crevices. David’s eyes burned and spine cracked at the pressure.
One hour later, the massage was complete. The young couple seemed satisfied with the experience and the content they got. Malay bid them adieu and they stopped by the terrarium to get one final look at the whites and wave them goodbye.
David struggled to catch his breath. He was exhausted already...
An hour later, he watched as 4 girls around his age walked in. They looked filipino but slightly different. A bit taller.
Malay strode over giddily. The familiar tub in her hands. David's eyes went wide in terror. Malay’s hand quicky scooped him up.
As David stood among the 9 other Puti in the basin, he attempted to crawl out.
Malay looked down and noticed David’s escape attempt. She rolled her eyes and reached down with her right hand and pushed his forehead with her pinky finger. He slid down easily.
Malay spoke tagalog to the customers who spoke in return but once the tub was placed down, David was shocked at what he heard.
“This is so weird.” The voice from above spoke.
“Don’t knock it until you try it.” One came in reply. “I view it as feeding the less fortunate.”
David looked up at the girl seated above. She had to be American.
“Hey!” He tried to scream to get their attention.
“Do you seriously think they’ll allow this back in Colorado?” One of the girls asked.
“I hope so. Could you imagine having Becky Gunderson and Sierra Yates forced to eat the gunk off your feet?” The girl above David’s bin smiled. “Last I heard, they were each 3 feet tall.”
“That would be so amazing. Maybe make them do tricks.” Another girl replied.
“Could you imagine being so small and pitiful. Like, we must be like gods to them or something?” One girl spoke.
“Reyna’s size 10s must block out the sun.” One joked with laughter.
“So. Like, these people shrunk, and this Salon just thought of this idea?”
“It’s a good one. They should be honored to eat my toe jam.”
“I heard they go well in other places, too.” The group laughed.
“Hey! Help!” David jumped up and waved his arms. This appeared to work as the girl stopped her conversation and looked at him. She stared at him in confusion at first and then a light bulb appeared to go off.
“Oh my god. I think this is that one Vlogger...” She spoke. “Hold up.” She quickly tapped on her phone. David heard his own voice above.
“Sup Y’all. D-train is rolling through Bangkok today....”
“Oh my god. It is him!” She seemed slightly excited but then changed tone. “Let’s do our own vlog about this.” She smirked.
This left David a bit confused as she began recording. “Hey! What are you doing!?” He yelled but was ignored.
“Sup y’all this your girl Reyna living it up Manila...” this earned giggles from her friends. “...finna enjoy the Puti Pedi.”
The feet which had paused above began descending again. The warm, wrinkly soles pressed into the mass.
“No! Please don’t!” David tried to get the others in the basin with him to stop the peds but was ignored. They seemed so accepting of their new life.
The weight of the right foot soon rested upon him. The skin soft and warm from the pre-soak. He fought to pull himself up.
“Look at these little white people eating the gunk off my feet like it’s the best thing they ever ate.” The girl commented. “Look. Even D-train couldn’t resist. The camera focused on David’s small body pulling itself from under her foot.”
David stood on top of the foot just in time for it to tremble and send him back into the mass of bodies.
“Ha! Little dude thought he was going to escape.” She laughed. “You better get between my toes before I tell the owner you suck at your new career.” Reyna joked
15 minutes later the session was over.
David was humiliated after he gave in to his hunger and licked some of the salty sweat from between her toes.
“Great content little guy. I’ll be sure to come back if you get me some new subscribers.” She winked as the tub was carried away...
David settled into his new life
. Like the rest of the Puti he resigned himself to his fate. Malay was strict but kind enough – she never purposely killed anybody. Manila soon became famous for its Puti Pedis – tourists from all around the region would visit. David found himself in countless videos – the popular content creator now the content.
By fall, Malay and her coworkers had become amazed at how dutiful the whites were. They truly felt like a subspecies.
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Giantess World
