My fingers drum an anxious rhythm on the smooth glass surface of my desk as I scan the latest sales figures for Living Wear. The numbers are impressive, as always, but they blur before my eyes, overshadowed by the persistent ache in my heart.

Ten years. A decade since my father vanished without a trace, leaving me with a sprawling fashion empire and an emptiness that no amount of success can fill. I lean back in my chair, the supple leather cradling my body, and allow myself a moment to dwell on the mystery that haunts my every waking hour.

The intercom buzzes, jolting me from my reverie. "Ms. Wu, I have the reports you requested," my secretary's voice crackled through the speaker.

I sigh, my fingers stilling their restless tapping. "Bring them in, Reina."

The door swings open, and Reina strides in, her high heels clicking against the polished marble floor. She places a stack of folders on my desk, her gaze flickering to mine with a hint of trepidation.

"Any news on him?" I ask, my voice taut with barely restrained emotion.

Reina shakes her head, her perfectly coiffed hair swaying with the motion. "I'm sorry, Ms. Wu. We're still searching, but there's been no sign of him."

Frustration coils in my gut, mingling with the ever-present ache of loss. I wave a dismissive hand. "Keep looking. I want updates daily."

"Of course, Ms. Wu." Reina bows her head and retreats from the office, the click of the door echoing in the silence.

I turn back to the sales figures, but my mind rebels, drifting unbidden to memories of my father. His warm smile, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed.

And the terrible choice he faced, when his fortune crumbled at the same time a revolutionary new technology emerged. A technology that could shrink humans to microscopic sizes, opening up a world of possibilities - and unimaginable horrors.

My gaze falls to the exquisite lingerie draped over the corner of my desk, a sample from our latest collection. I reach out, my fingers grazing the impossibly fine fabric, and a shudder ripples through me.

Somewhere, woven into the delicate threads, are the shrunken forms of countless individuals. Their screams, their pleas, their very existence reduced to a mere whisper against my skin.

And among them, perhaps, my father. The thought sends a chill down my spine, a terrible mixture of hope and dread.

No, I’m sure Reina has already thoroughly scanned the fabric before sending it here. If my father was in there, she would have informed me.

I snatch my hand back, my heart pounding in my chest. The mystery of my father's disappearance looms larger than ever, a shadow that threatens to engulf me.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, steadying myself. When I open them again, my gaze is cold, determined. 

Yes, I built my empire on the suffering of the shrunken. But their pain secured my triumph. Now I am the most powerful woman in fashion, my name whispered in awe in the most exclusive circles.

And yet, with all my wealth and power, there is still a hole in my heart.

Even after becoming successful, my secretary Reina has failed time and again to find any trace of my father, no matter how forcefully I’ve impressed upon her the importance of this task.

I close my eyes, and the present fades away. Suddenly I'm back to 10 years ago at the height of my father's success. 

We're dining at the most exclusive restaurant in the city, celebrating my graduation. Dad smiles at me with such pride, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I was just 17 years old then, still my father’s little girl.

"Alicia, my daughter. My shining star," he says, raising his glass. "To your future, unbound and limitless."

I grin and clink my glass against his. We toast to possibilities, to my bright future, to our continued happiness.

Only a week later, everything changed. Dad calls me to his study, his face pale. His company is going under. Years of risky investments have finally caught up to him. 

He's lost everything. Our cars, our homes, our lavish lifestyle - all gone. 

I pace the study, mind racing. "Are we in debt now? What will we do?"

Dad takes my hands, steadying me. "You will endure this. You are strong, like your mother was." His voice catches on those last words. 

Then his eyes light up. "My friend proposed something to me. A clinical trial, to test the new shrinking technology. They will pay for your entire tuition and living expenses until you finish your studies, just that…I don’t know when I will be able to come back."

My eyes widened. "No. Dad, no."

He smiles gently. "For you, my dear, anything. My life's purpose is to ensure your happiness. And besides, if the trial goes well, they might let me go sooner than we expect! Then I’ll be able to make it for your next graduation!"

I throw my arms around him, tears flowing freely. We cling to each other, the world falling away. 

"There, there," he comforted me as he rubbed the back of my head tenderly. "I believe in you, sweetie. Go show the world what you’re made of."

I can only nod, words failing me.

I blink rapidly, disoriented. The world around me was hazy, blurred. I try to stand but find myself completely immobilized, pressed on all sides by an unseen force. 

As my vision finally adjusts, I see endless gargantuan threads crisscrossing above me, forming a web-like canopy. I struggle to move, but the threads constrict tighter, squeezing me. Looking to my sides, I realize that all four of my limbs were tightly bound to enormous nylon threads as thick as my torso.

I gasp in horror as the truth dawned on me. I was trapped within the weave of some kind of giant cloth.

The monstrous machine above me continued to weave relentlessly, binding nylon and other tinies into a sea of fabric. Relentless pressure bears down as the fabric is stretched and molded. I gasp for breath, the rigid nylon fibers digging into my flesh. I feel my whole body being pulled, yanked, molded as screams of my equally unfortunate neighbors rang out.

I can hear the whirring of machines, feel the heat as the textile is set. But louder than anything is the pounding of my heart, immeasurable panic rising within. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the movements stopped. The fabric holds its form. I lie exhausted, muscles aching. The air is stifling, no breeze penetrating the dense weave of nylon. I yearn to stretch, to breathe freely again. But I remained pinned, helpless.

Calm down, Devon, you can get through this.

Memories flood my mind as I desperately try to escape the horrific nightmare of reality. In my head, I saw Alicia as a little girl, giggling as she splashed me with water. Her smile as we walked hand-in-hand through the park. The pride shining in her eyes when she graduated high school a year early.

Remember why you did this. It was for her. I repeat Alicia’s name like a mantra, drawing strength from it.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. The sales figures blur in front of me as I rub my temples, frustration mounting. 

"Reina!" I call out, impatience creeping into my voice. My secretary appears in the doorway, her pink hair bouncing.

"Yes, Ms. Wu?" she asked politely.

"Any updates on locating my father?" I ask, though I already know the answer.

"You just asked an hour ago, Ms. Wu. He’s not going to appear out of thin air," she shook her head, her face showing annoyance.

Did I? I can’t remember.

“Okay, just make sure you check properly,” I tell her sternly.

“Sure thing, Ms. Wu,” Reina replies with a forced smile, before promptly exiting the room.

The deafening roar of the machines finally ceases. An eerie silence descends, broken only by the faint screams and pleas of those around me. I try to wiggle free, but the unyielding microfibers refuse to budge. 

A colossal hand suddenly enters my field of vision.

Fingertips the size of mountains delicately pinch the expansive landscape of cloth, lifting it effortlessly. I'm helpless as the giantess brings the fabric right up to her face. 

My heart pounds against my ribcage. This goddess holds the power of life and death over me. I'm but an insignificant speck to her. 

She peers at us closely. A wicked smile crosses her glossy lips as she takes in our futile struggles. Her large brown eyes are filled with cruel fascination, like a child toying with an insect. 

I'm enveloped by her hot breath, the floral scent of her perfume overpowering. She runs a finger along the weave, nudging against my body, relishing my panic. 

A pink curl falls across her forehead as she tilts her head. "So smooth, I wonder how many of you little ones are in there," she purrs in a musical voice. 

The giantess lets out an exaggerated sigh, her warm breath washing over me again. 

"Ugh, I can't believe Ms. Wu is making me inspect all these stupid stockings," she whines, annoyance creeping into her tone. "There’s no way he’s in there so what’s the point of even taking out the microscope. Let’s just skip the check this time, I’m already behind schedule on the product launch."

My heart stops. Stockings? Is that where I was? Turning my head left and right, it was unimaginable that such a vast plain of gargantuan fibers was really just that. A simple pair of stockings.

The giantess grumbles, "I mean, it's been like 10 years, he's obviously dead. I don't know why she thinks he'd be in our products. Such a waste of my time." 

She roughly tosses the stocking, tosses us, onto a nearby table, my body slamming against the unforgiving surface. I screech in pain, as do thousands of others around me, but the immense woman seems to take no notice.

The giantess mutters under her breath as she sorts through an assortment of random clothing articles, each one presumably also woven with thousands of miniscule men like me. She pauses to examine a particularly racy pair of panties, holding it up with a smirk. 

"Well, at least I get to have a little fun while I'm at it."

I watch in horror as she kicks off her own underwear and decisively puts on the pair in her hand. I can’t help but imagine the helpless struggles of those poor people as their bodies are smothered against the titanic woman’s privates.

“Oooh~ It really does feel different! Their tiny tantrums feel like a light massage!” She purred in satisfaction as her eyes indicated pure ecstasy. “Too bad I can’t afford any of these for real with my pathetic paycheck,” she grumbles, sliding the garments down her legs and placing it down right next to us.

From here, I could smell the scent of sex emanating from the colossal panties, a few hoarse voices still screaming out in terror. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. She barely wore it for a minute and it was already soaked through with her juices.

Our brief respite was over as the humongous girl finally finished putting her own pair of underwear back on. She turns her attention back to us, scooping the stockings into her arms along with the other clothing pieces.

The threads binding me shake vigorously as we ascended, the catastrophic vibrations ceasing abruptly when she pressed the bundle against her chest, smothering us against their monumental volume.

“Well, we can always have some more fun later. I have to take you all to Ms. Wu now.”

With that ominous statement, she turns and saunters out of the room, her heels clicking against the floor.

*Clack. Clack.*

The sound of her heels seemed to be the only thing that managed to break through the deafening silence, that and the faint whimpering of my fellow captives.

We were carried along for what felt like eternity, passing by rooms and offices, each bustling with activity. The air here smells different, colder and crisper. I couldn’t help but feel goosebumps crawling on my skin, shivering at the unknown.

Finally, she stopped in front of an enormous door. The grandiose entrance was adorned with a metallic plaque that read:

Alicia Wu

CEO

No way. It can’t be. Alicia Wu - could this really be my Alicia?

Before I can ponder further, the door swings open and we are carried inside. I'm immersed in darkness for a moment before the fabric falls away, revealing an expansive office space. We're dumped unceremoniously onto a smooth glass surface. 

"Ms. Wu, I brought you the samples you requested," the giantess announces. 

My eyes frantically search for the CEO. There, sitting at an enormous desk, is a striking woman with familiar features. It's her - my grown up little girl. Alicia looks just like her mother did at that age. Her gaze is piercing, full of determination.

She picks up the stocking, scrutinizing it closely. Her gentle grasp rattles my world, making me see stars. My head hurts and I can feel myself slowly blacking out. Even so I scream with all my might, desperate for her to notice me. But my voice is lost among the collective cries of the other captives.

The throbbing in my skull intensifies as the stocking turns, the boundless cloth effortlessly manipulated by the impossibly large hands of my daughter. With one final, raw shriek, I pass out.

I hold my breath as I gingerly lift the stockings, their impossibly fine fabric seeming to shimmer between my fingers. My heart rate climbs as I examine them more closely, torn between professional scrutiny and a deep-seated unease.

"They're...exquisite," I murmur, tracing a finger along the smooth material. "The texture is unlike anything I've felt before."

But as I turn them over in my hands, a chill runs down my spine. There's something unsettling about them, a faint vibration or whisper I can barely perceive. I swallow hard, trying to focus on their innovative design rather than my growing discomfort.

"This is brilliant," I say, my voice wavering slightly. "To be able to weave tinies into such fine material, this could revolutionize our entire product line."

Suddenly, unbidden, an image of my father flashes through my mind - his kind eyes, his encouraging smile. The constant ache of his absence washes over me anew. My fingers tighten reflexively on the stockings and I hastily set them back on the table, as if burned.

"A-Anyway," I stammer as I stand up, turning my gaze back towards Reina. My hands tremble as I smooth down my skirt, desperate for something to do. "Please, begin."

I take a deep breath to steady myself as Reina's eyes light up. She leans forward, her enthusiasm palpable.

"Ms. Wu, just imagine it - these stockings on the runway at our next show. The moment the models walk out, the room will erupt!" 

Her voice drips with passion as she continues her pitch, weaving visions of the stockings' potential. I listen intently, torn between intrigue and unease.

"The tinies are woven so seamlessly into the fabric, it's like they're part of the design. And when the light hits them just right..." She trails off, a smile playing on her lips.

My gaze is drawn back to the stockings, glimmering faintly on the table. In the silence, I swear I can almost hear soft cries and whispers emanating from within the delicate material. 

A chill runs through me and I rub my arms, suddenly feeling as if I'm being watched from a thousand tiny eyes. This technology is beyond anything I could have imagined, both wondrous and deeply unsettling.

Reina is still speaking, her words fading into the background. My thoughts drift as I imagine the tinies' perspective, their world reduced to the chaotic blur of the fabric surrounding them. I shudder, both thrilled and disturbed by the scale of it all.

The stockings seem to hum with life, innocuous yet brimming with unseen activity. What horrors have we wrought, I wonder, even as success beckons.

It’s best I don’t think about it too much.

The pink-haired titan’s booming voice rattles on in the distance as I try to regain my bearings. For a moment, the world is a kaleidoscope of blurred shapes and muffled sounds. I blink rapidly, willing my vision to focus within the undulating landscape.

Gradually, the chaos coalesces into a recognizable form - two colossal, shapely legs rising up from below the glass table. My eyes widen as I take in the sight, my brain struggling to comprehend the scale. 

Smooth, creamy flesh rises on all sides, disappearing into the sky like twin mountains. I crane my neck upwards, tracing along legs that seem to stretch for miles. At the peak, a skirt hem sways gently, draping downwards like a valley waterfall. 

Past the cascading fabric, I glimpse a fitted blouse tucked into a cinched waist. Higher still, an elegant neck gives way to a face of such immense beauty, it steals my breath even at this distance. 

Luscious lips, full and inviting, purse in concentration. Eyes of clearest jade focus intently, conveying sharp intelligence and poise. Dark hair spills over slender shoulders, contrasting with alabaster skin.

I know that face, though it now dwarfs my entire existence. Alicia, my beloved daughter. Her sheer mammoth scale is overwhelming, reducing me to less than an insect before her.

A potent mix of awe, longing and fear courses through me. My tiny voice cries out but remains trapped in the silken walls surrounding me. I can only stare up helplessly, willing her to notice me, to recognize me, her father.

How did things go so wrong? It was supposed to just be a simple clinical trial, the waiver I signed just a formality.

Back then, 10 years ago, it was unthinkable for humans to be treated so callously, like objects. I thought at the least my basic rights would be upheld even as I joined the first batch of test subjects to be reduced.

But now, it is all too easy to see my fatal error. I didn’t know just how small they were planning to make me. While I was only shrunken down to a couple inches initially, they always intended to aim far, far smaller. Their objective was to perfect their technology, after all.

And once I became truly microscopic, having any semblance of rights, of being treated as a person, quickly turned into a far-fetched fantasy.

"What do you think, Ms. Wu?" Reina asks as she concludes her presentation, "I truly believe this product will be a game-changer for Living Wear."

“I think the product is fantastic, we can start contacting our clientele and seeing if anybody wants to start making orders,” I reply, going into full CEO mode. “Such a fantastic piece should fetch at least a hundred million, but if the demand is there, we can jack up the price even further.”

“That’s great!” Reina claps her hands in celebration. “So? Will you wear this one for the product announcement?”

Uh-oh, she always has to ask this after every presentation.

"Reina, it's certainly innovative," I admit, my gaze still lingering on the beautiful stockings. "But I can't wear them myself."

"Ms. Wu, think of the impact," Reina pressed, her tone light but insistent. "You're the face of our company - if you personally endorse our new line, it could bring us unprecedented success."

I bite my lip, weighing her words against the unease gnawing at my gut. It's true; my image carries weight in the fashion world. But how can I willingly don something containing so many tinies when my father could very well be one of them?

I know it’s just a stupid thought, but this irrational fear has prevented me from wearing my own product for years. A part of me really wishes to just get over it already, but it’s still there even after so many years. If Reina can just find out where my father is, I will finally be able to put this whole issue behind me.

"Besides," Reina continues, "the comfort is unparalleled. Our testers have reported feeling like they're walking on air when wearing these stockings. Plus, they're incredibly durable despite their thin appearance."

Her persistence tugs at my resolve, tempting me to consider the possibility. The stockings are indeed appealing and innovative. As the CEO, I should personally promote them. My heart races as I weigh my professional duty against my personal fear, the memory of my father ever-present in my thoughts.

"Reina, I understand your enthusiasm, but I...I just can't," I whisper, a lump forming in my throat.

"Ms. Wu, I know it may seem daunting, but a lot of people have worked tirelessly to ensure this product is exceptional. All we need to ensure its success is exposure. And there is no better exposure than having you publicly wear it," Reina says urgently, her eyes fixed on mine.

Reina's words hang in the air as I glance at the stockings.

My hand trembles as I reach out, gingerly running a finger over the thin fabric. It's impossibly smooth, the tiny forms within barely discernible among the translucent threads. I gasp as their collective warmth seeps into my skin, both unnerving and strangely exciting.

In my mind's eye, I see my father toiling endlessly in his office, driven by his dreams of establishing a business empire. If I refuse this opportunity, would I be failing him and his legacy?

Alicia's casual brush sends shockwaves through my miniature world, the immense pressure reverberating through every fiber of my being. I'm enveloped in warmth as her fingertip glides over me, the vast ridges of her skin scraping against my body. 

Each sensation is magnified a thousand fold in my shrunken state, her simple caress almost crushing in its intensity. I'm utterly helpless, at the mercy of my own daughter's exploratory touches. 

My heart aches, longing for her to recognize me amidst the sea of anonymous tinies and nylon. I yearn for her to know that I'm here, to free me from my cruel bindings. 

But another part of me recoils, terrified of what awaits should she discover my presence. Was she still the same Alicia I knew? The conversation between my titanic daughter and her secretary brought many things to light that showed just how different things are now.

Alicia was now the CEO of a company that outright tortures and exploits tinies, using us as materials to adorn women’s wear. Would she embrace me, or regard me as just another afterthought, a disposable tool to be utilized for her company's gain? 

No, my Alicia isn’t like that. Surely she will save me, she just needs to find me first. My fate rests in her hands now, though she remains oblivious to the power she wields over me.

“Please just consider it, Ms.Wu,” my daughter’s colossal secretary boomed, her tone growing impatient.

Alicia hesitates, her immense finger hovering over us.

"I need more time, maybe for the next launch," she replies weakly, but the loudness still overpowers my eardrums. 

Reina frowns, then changes her approach. "Your father would want you to succeed, you know." 

Alicia gets visibly shaken by Reina’s statement, her titanic digit drumming nervously against the glass surface, rocking my entire world with each absentminded tap.

“No!” I desperately scream within the enormous nylons, thrashing against the suffocating fibers. “Please Alicia, you don't have to do this! Do not wear the stockings!”

My muffled cries go unheard, drowned out by the two titans conversing above. I'm powerless, reduced to an irrelevant pawn in my own daughter's destiny.

Alicia takes a deep breath, steadying herself. With a hesitant glint in her eyes, she reaches for the stockings, for me, once more.