Tom was dumbfounded. Of all the people he might have expected to break into his assistant’s apartment at this late hour, Sarah had to be the last. She knows how to pick locks? he wondered to himself. Her resourcefulness had never ceased to amaze him. Remembering suddenly that it was Sarah he had to thank for his present situation, he resolved not to be caught marveling over his giantess ex-girlfriend’s talents while she hunted him down.
And she was here for him. He was sure of that. What other explanation could there be? As improbable as the reality that she had tracked him down to this random apartment halfway across the city was, it has to be the case. Aside from Rosa and whatever friend Sarah had gotten the damn shrinking solution from in the first place, she was the only other person alive who knew what a vulnerable state he was in.
And that left Tom terrified. This crazy bitch, who only a few months ago had been the closest person in his life, had devolved into a vindictive vixen who’d only managed to keep him invested in their relationship for as long as she had by ramping us the intense energy of their lovemaking. She had conspired with another crazy friend of hers, probably stolen an incredibly rare and secret chemical from a major pharmaceutical company, and made him its first human test subject. For all she’d known, it might have killed him.
But then, she wouldn’t be here if she had thought he was dead, he figured. She was smart, vicious when she wanted to be, and most of all, determined. After arranging the little gift scenario in his office, she must have decided later on that she wasn’t content to let her revenge stop there. Or maybe it had been her plan the whole time. If so, this little detour with Rosa didn’t seem to have dissuaded her.
Tom had ducked into one of the heels on instinct as she had first crept inside and shut the door silently behind her, and so now he had to make the dangerous choice of peeking his tiny head out beyond the leather that surrounded him on all sides. She had removed her windbreaker, apparently content that no one was in the living room with her and that her entrance hadn’t woken anyone up.
Looking her over across the room, his heart beating nearly out of his chest with fear, he couldn’t help but think about his luck as he took in her beauty. Even before his amazing adventures with Rosa, he had been blessed with this headstrong beauty in his former life.
Sarah was tall and slender, not so much that she didn’t still have a wonderful womanly curve to her figure, but she cut a distinctive silhouette that made her a shining example of her Scandinavian genes. With her striking blue eyes, pale white face, high cheekbones, and cascading locks of naturally golden blonde hair, goddess was a term that he had always felt comfortable applying to her even at his normal size. Ever the stylish young girl, she’d dressed herself for her home invasion in a stunning royal blue belted dress that ended just above her knees. He imagined for a second what it might be like to stand between those dainty feet of hers and stare up the open air between her legs.
She held her purse out in front of her and unzipped it, drawing what looked like a small, nondescript bottle from it and setting it on the counter amongst some clutter near the stove, laughing to herself almost silently as she did it. She moved down the counter a ways and then produced a pen flashlight from her purse as well. Yep, she was definitely here to hunt for him, he concluded. Next he saw her produce what looked like a small bottle He definitely didn’t intend to make that easy for her. Rosa’s apartment was nothing huge, but at his size he figured he could probably find several places to hide while she wasted her efforts searching in the obvious spots like under the couch.
No sooner had he begun to formulate a strategy in his mind, however, than he lost his balance attempting to slip out of the heel he was hiding in, sending the whole shoe crashing onto it’s side with a dull thud against the carpet. To him the sound was deafening against the silence in the room. To her, it was nowhere near as loud…but just loud enough to draw her gaze and her flashlight over in the direction of the shoes.
He found himself blinded almost instantly by the huge beam of light that swiveled in his direction, and his instinct to run was overcome by the horrible pain in his eyes that forced him to his knees. While he rubbed his eyelids sorely he could hear—and feel—the soft footfalls of the giantess approaching him against the carpet. Before he could open his eyes up again, he felt a new pair of gigantic fingers pinching around his midsection, decidedly rougher than he would have preferred to be held.
“Well well, if it isn’t just the prize I came here for.” Her voice, so sing-songy in her sweeter days, had a venomous quality to it now, even as she grinned toothily while the words left her lips. His eyelids opened into slits and then gradually further apart as his sight came back to him. There was nothing he wanted to be forced to stare at less than her giant face, normally an object of serene beauty, now the home to two huge eyes that were fixed on him like a hawk’s and a mouth full of huge, sharp teeth. If he took a trip past those lips, he wasn’t quite sure he’d ever make it back out again.
“Thanks for making it so easy to find you Tom. You know how I love it when we can just get right down to business with things,” she cackled softly and seductively. “And I’ve got plenty in store for you. Time to get going”
Tom had never felt so dumb. If only he’d been more careful in that damn shoe. He could have hidden from her easily! While she held him there, he figured he might as well speak up.
“Sarah, what the hell is wrong with you! How could you do this to me? Are you psychotic? What kind of a person—” His screams were silenced abruptly as she brought he free hand up beneath him and gave his manhood a swift flick. It was a tiny exertion for her, but it sent him into one of the most agonizing fit of convulsions he’d ever experienced. She went about laughing to herself and reclining back on the couch while she set him down on the coffee table. He rolled over on to his side, clutching his crotch and writhing in pain, his mind reeling at what this monster had just done to him.
“As fun as manhandling your tiny little prick might have been in the moment, I really didn’t want to do that to you Tom. You just have to understand—You don’t talk to me like that, ever.” He could hear the icy seriousness in her voice as she uttered that last part. “You’re lucky that I’m gonna leave it too. Do you think I don’t still have some of the solution I got from my friend? Do you really think that if you piss me off again, that I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment to use it on that Puerto Rican whore in her sleep, and then shove her up my ass or swallow her whole like a fucking grape?”
He had regained enough of his composure to get back on his feet by this point, but he was shocked and terrified by her words. He’d never heard her be so raw or vulgar like this before. But he knew she was telling the truth, that’s why she’d set that bottle out on the counter. He was at a loss for words.
“Then again, you might find yourself wanting a way out like that, after what I’m envisioning the rest of your life being like from this point on. Anyhow, the main bullet point? You’re mine now, and you’re going to do everything and anything I say, because your worthless fucking life is in my hands. Do you understand?” He nodded timidly. “Now if you want her to sleep the rest of the night away and be none the wiser while we take off, then you’ll start obeying me. And I’ve got something I’ve been waiting very patiently to do to you since you had the nerve to walk out on me. I don’t imagine you’re going to like it very much, but then it’s not really for your pleasure. But who knows, you might turn out to be a sick enough freak that you’ll grow to enjoy it.”
He hadn’t the faintest idea what she was talking about, but he pieced it together fast as he saw her reach for him with one hand and the shoe on her right food with the other. She slipped the flat off, laid it on the floor, and began lowering him toward the grimy looking insole of it as he struggled with what strength he had remaining against her impossibly tight grip. She pinned him down effortlessly with a single index finger pressing down on his chest. She brought her head down to stare directly into his face as she gave him his last words before sealing him up,
“Better get used to things being like this Tom, because I’m going to make a habit out showing you your place in life after leaving me. You know what you’re fit for now? Worshipping my perfect body, and nothing else. Enjoy the ride.” She snickered to herself as she drew her finger away and slipped her foot over him into the flat. She made sure to make it agonizingly slow, drawing out the torture as she crept up his body, practically drinking in his screams the whole time. Even her dainty foot dwarfed his tiny form, and she took extra care to snare his head between her two biggest toes, letting him gag for a second on the buildup between them. She couldn’t help but savor the moment.
At last she let her foot snake all the way into the flat and overtake his whole form. Rising from the couch, she took her first step forward with the tiny man trapped beneath the arch of her sweaty foot and let out a soft, low moan. Now this is where he belongs, she thought to herself.
She was interrupted from her reverie for a moment when she thought she heard a noise from somewhere in the apartment. Suddenly deathly afraid of getting caught in the midst of this lovely power trip she was enjoying, she rushed to snatch up her things as quickly as she could and made a beeline for the door. An unbelievable rush of sexual exhilaration filled her whole body and she slipped out into the hallway and then off into the night, her tiny captive safely beneath her his vengeful goddess’ foot the whole time.