This morning I awoke with Clayton draped across my stomach. He was barely a foot tall, and oh so cute in his sleep.

I picked him up with one hand and moved him aside as I stretched and stood to get ready for the day. At over ten feet tall, with the world's largest breasts and most devastating ass, I felt more like a queen than ever before. Moving my ever-growing body in any manner brought me a feeling of power, simply knowing how massive and intimidating I was to the rest of the world.

I stood straight and admired myself in the mirror, turning and posing with my chest out and my arms on my hips. I loved the way I looked.

Judging by the attentive stare I caught watching me throughsee x the reflection, Clayton also loved the way I looked.

"Good morning, sunshine," I called to him.

He walked carefully to the edge of my bed, as close to me as he could get without falling down, and watched me obsessively. I laughed and began taking off my clothes, making sure to toss them in his direction with article I removed. My negligee ended up over him like a translucent tent, and my panties nailed him right in the torso, knocking him onto his back.

A little moan escaped me as he surrendered another few centimeters of his height to me, likely driven by the scent of my panties now pinning him down. Feeling generous, I went to scoop him up from my bed and carry him with me to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and allowed him to follow me inside.

As we stood within the custom-built shower and let the water flow over my beautiful behemoth of a body, I could feel Clayton's dedicated gaze upon me. I looked down and poured a dollop of my shampoo on him, causing him to lose his footing and fall onto his backside.

Being covered in shampoo caused him to slide about on the floor helplessly. I observed him slipping about while I washed my hair until he came to settle directly underneath me. He was lying on his back, staring straight up at my naked body from between my ankles.

Another inch of his height was relinquished to me. As he'd long-since shrunken out of his clothes, Clayton's little erection was visible, though it took some squinting on my part to properly identify it.

"Why thank you," I chuckled. Rinsing my hair and body and watching him flail about in the barrage of bubbles flowing down me provided another bout of entertainment.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. I was having so much fun tormenting my little Clayton on my own, why not share this joy with my consumer base?

While I finished up with my shower, I was sure to trip up dear Clayton each time he attempted to stand. Seeing him toppled so easily by a mere twitch of my ankle or a sweep of my toes was inspiring, to say the least.

And each time he fell, he scrambled back to his feet to stare dutifully up at me, admiring me, as if he had become obsessed.

Perhaps he has?

We exited the shower, and I had to dry his little body with a hand towel. He quietly touched my hands and fingers as I worked, mesmerized, it seemed.

My amusement with his helpless little mannerisms and infatuated ways was a lingering reminder to set up our livestreaming video project.

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For our first vlog together, I did a fashion tutorial targeted to women like me; those who are "on the rise", so to speak. It would also serve as an announcement for my soon to be fashion line, which I'd lovingly named Empowered by Sasha.

We began in my bedroom. Clayton was wearing only a t-shirt, one which I would soon have to replace, as he watched me longingly from the bed top. I wore one of the expansion - withstanding underwear sets from my premiere fashion collection for our growing women, and stood between my bed and closet door.

As I began to try on the clothes, I explained to the audience that the outfits were chosen by me, and that they'd be available in stores and online within a matter of days. I modeled them each proudly, crediting the designers and emphasizing what I liked most about their styles.

Meanwhile, I was working towards another goal. While speaking about the clothes, I would casually turn to Clayton and ask him what he thought of various traits.

"Does this make my ass look even larger? How about this bathing suit? Do you like the bustline?" I would ask, running my hands along whichever area I wanted to lead his gaze toward.

Predictably, and exactly to my intention, each of these attempts resulted in centimeters to inches being exchanged between us, thus enabling me to demonstrate the expansion - withstanding abilities of my specially - engineered fabric.

With every outfit change I made, I would idly, though not accidentally, toss the previously worn choice onto Clayton on the bed. It entertained me, and my dear audience, to watch him struggle to resurface. He was a little smaller each time, and I could see ladies in the comments laughing about how much more difficult his labor was becoming.

"What a weak little douche!"

"Is that your ex? He used to be huge! Wow! He's such a little guy now!"

"Careful you don't sit on him! He might not make it!"

Once Empowered hit the shops, my net worth skyrocketed.

I feel like the biggest thing the world has seen yet.

Pleased with how my first steps into the world of vlogging had gone, I soon hosted another stream.

This time, I sat at my desk, with Clayton standing on the desktop at six inches in height. I announced that we'd be doing a make up tutorial, along with some tips on living with our tiny charges.

As I spoke about the joys of having my little admirer around at all times, I had Clayton paint my nails for me. He had to hold the brush between both of his hands, something I and those in the comments found quite adorable. His work was a little sloppy, but he did look so cute doing it!

It took some time for my nails to dry afterwards, but the livestream continued, and so I ordered Clayton to put a necklace on me. Under my direction, he pawed compliantly through my jewelry until I gave the word. Then came the difficult part. Well, for him.

I unabashedly rested my enormous bosom on my desktop and ordered him to climb up to put the chain and clasp around my neck. Clayton gulped at the task before him, clutching the chain to his chest, as intimidated as he was drawn to the sight.

Then, he began to climb.

I moaned a little as his ascent started with him clamoring up the front of my bust. He clung to the fabric until he reached my bare chest, and promptly hopped onto the round of my right breast. There, he froze.

Another moan escaped me as the rush of euphoria hit and I grew, as he shrank, another inch. Clayton was face down on my breast, nuzzling his face into my flesh and holding on with all he had.

The video comments erupted.

"Get some, little guy!"

"You're gonna need a better camera, Sasha! Soon we won't be able to see him!"

"I have that shirt! #Empowered"

Unable to use my hands, as my nails were still wet, I had to use my wrists to rouse and jiggle my breasts to get Clayton's attention. He clung more to my skin and looked up at me. I blew him a kiss, and was granted another few centimeters in response.

Laughing, I thanked him and told him to get back to work.

He carefully continued on his way up to my neck and began trying to loop the chain around. At his size, however, his arms just weren't long enough to connect the clasp. Try as he might, all Clayton could do was hug at my neck with increasing exhaustion until he whimpered and collapsed against my chest, too tired to go on.

Ladies in the comments took pity.

"Aw, poor thing!"

"He's just too little!"

"He did his best!"

An idea came to mind and I tilted myself forward, causing Clayton to go sliding down my chest. He slipped down into my cleavage with the necklace, and began wriggling to disentangle himself from the chain and my breasts around him.

I watched his struggle and blew on my nails to quicken their drying; I had another idea.

Soon, my nails were dry, so that I could lift the chain of the necklace up from my cleavage, and Clayton with it. He was wrapped up and tangled so that he almost resembled a necklace himself!

"Perhaps I should just wear you around my neck," I mused as he dangled helplessly before me. He'd shrunk right out of his shirt, and I'd yet to provide him with any new clothes, so his little erection went exposed to the world.

On a whim, I blew at Clayton's body, causing him to twirl around, dangling from my fingertips, and suddenly shrinking even more. I gained another inch of his height and he slipped free of the chain to fall directly back into my cleavage.

I heard him moaning as he bounced down between my breasts and became pinned further down in their grasp. I thought for a moment that he might slip right under one of them and shrink away into nothing.

He's been rapidly shrinking, approaching a height that would be more difficult to keep track of. It's time to make special preparations for my little guy.

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My livestreams of Clayton's ongoing humiliation and enslavement continued as I worked off-camera to prepare for his imminent microscopic state.

It happened during another vlog creation, actually, one wherein I had decided to challenge Clayton to a playful wrestling competition. I used one of my hands to toss him around and pin him down atop my desk. Once I had him pinned, I would poke and prod at his little body until he managed to squirm away.

Centimeters continued escaping him, until I pinned him down by pressing my whole hand against his body. He couldn't move a bit under my resting palm. Perhaps it was the scent of my sweat or the feeling of submission, but he shivered and shrank further so that I had to lift my hand to be sure I wouldn't crush him with the weight of it.

"Helpless little bug.. Don't worry, I'll take care of you," I cooed down to him as I picked him up gently between two fingertips. "Until you dwindle down, down, away into nothing.."

I had become everything to Clayton, taking up the whole of his perception and attention. When I wasn't holding him, he stood at the edges of surfaces or against the walls of containers, pining openly for me like a lonely puppy.

All the while, he continued to shrink, and I continued to flourish.

I'm now nearly eleven and a half feet tall, the largest woman on the planet, the head of my own multi-billion dollar company, not to mention budding fashion mogul, and I've recently poured a great deal of my resources into developing the strongest possible microscopic cameras known to man.

Today, I moved Clayton into the petri dish which will become his final home. He's so small now that I can scoop him up easily with one fingernail, but soon that might be too risky.

I'll miss handling him with my bare fingers.

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I could still see Clayton with my eyes alone for another day or so after his move into the petri dish. All the while, whenever I was near, he continued to watch me as well as he could. It was as if his size and the rest of the world around him didn't matter anymore; I had become the subject of every ounce of focus he could muster.

He'd given me his mass, his cognizance, his ultimate devotion. I couldn't be more flattered.

This morning, however, may have been my final encounter with him. My brand new microscope, the strongest in existence, had been brought into my private lab so that I could get a better look at my nanoscale ex-boyfriend. He didn't seem to try to move or speak anymore at this point, he only continued to stare up in my direction, obsessing and seeking me.

I consulted my monitoring device.

"Less than a micron.. Why Clayton, you're even smaller now than last night," I commented, curious as to whether or not he could even understand my words at his scale. "I thought my bra was feeling just a little tighter today."

It's possible that he had understood, or perhaps it's just my wishful thinking, but a mere moment after the words left my mouth, little Clayton shrank right out of view, and possibly even out of existence.

I toasted to him silently with my glass of wine at dinner.

Cheers to you, dear Clayton. Thanks to you, my bank account and my bra cups will always be full to the brim.