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Sorry I've taken a while to update. I've had the idea for the chapter for a while but didn't know how to do it. Hope you enjoy and as always, keep leaving reviews!

‘You wait in here and get some rest. After my shower I have some errands to run so just stay here and recuperate.’

 

She opened up the jar and dropped me in, letting me fall all the way to the glass bottom. I was still dazed from my ordeal in her shoe and now even more so as I made contact with the bottom of the jar. She carried me across the room and I watched through the glass as she briefly rummaged through her laundry hamper. She picked up a light blue sock which had a dirty black footprint imprinted on it. She pulled it to her nose and grimaced, then cocked her head slightly and moved it towards me. I saw her briefly wink before my field of vision was overcome by her sock coming in on top of me. I tried to scoot myself back as much as I could to the side of the jar but I was far too tired and she was much too quick. The sock landed on me and I could feel her pushing down, forcing it all the way in. I was almost plastered to the side and turned myself to look out. I swayed back and forth as she made her way over to her bedside table and set me down. She bent over and looked in at me, her nose almost touching the jar just above me. Jesus Christ, I thought. She’s so fucking big. I felt like a curiosity, confined to my glass cage while onlookers came and went, taking a little time to look at me before moving on with their lives, while I was stuck in here unable to escape. I wondered how Beth’s ex-husband felt. His cage was much smaller than mine and he really had no chance of ever leaving. Come to think of it, I wondered if he felt anything at all anymore. With a smile, Beth puckered her lips and kissed the side of the jar right in front of where I had found myself, leaving a gigantic mark on the glass. With that, she turned and walked into her bathroom then shut the door behind her.

 

I found myself alone again. I ran my fingers through my hair. It felt so disgusting, still completely drenched with sweat. My whole body was still covered, now that I thought about it. Maybe some of it was mine but I had no doubt that the lion’s share came from Beth’s foot. At my size, there was a different consistency to the sweat of a normal person. It had a much higher viscosity, like slime or molasses. She was right, too, I really did stink. I could smell her everywhere on me and the addition of her sock only served to ensure that there was no escape from her odour.

 

The cool air had been so refreshing when I was first released from her shoe. Now though, I was starting to freeze. The sweat had yet to fully dry and I hoped to God that it would happen soon. I decided to climb up on her sock and try to make myself comfortable. At least it would keep me warmer than the glass. I grabbed on and started to pull myself up. It’s confusing trying to find your way up a sock, I found. Since it had just been shoved down on top of me, there was no coherence to it. A lot of the time I would pull the fabric down to me rather than pulling myself up to it, so while I tried to navigate through the wrinkles as best I could, most of my ascent consisted of dragging myself upwards whichever way I was able. I finally found a comfortable part where a slight wrinkle provided me with a space where I could both lie down on the sock and pull another part over me while getting a 360 degree view of the room. I lay down and closed my eyes.

 

The smell. It was all around me. My skin, my hair, my makeshift bed, everything smelled like her. I started to get hard again and became furious with myself. Why was this still turning me on? She had used and abused me, then just put me away when she was done. She got to carry on with her life on the outside world and I just had to wait here until she felt like taking me out again. And still, I couldn’t help but get aroused at this prospect. Fuck it, I thought. I’m not doing anything else in here. I took my cock in my hands and started to jerk off. I closed my eyes and inhaled her scent. All that she had put me through, all that she would put me through in the future, it drove me crazy. My mind was going a mile a minute, thinking of all the ways in which she could use my tiny body to satisfy her. I didn’t last long. I came hard, all over her old sock. I lay there trying to catch my breath and come down from my reverie.

 

What was I?

 

My mind felt broken. I couldn’t believe what I was becoming, what she was turning me into. But I couldn’t bring myself to hate her. I hated what she had done to me. I hated that she had spent years preparing me for this life. More than anything, though, I hated that I enjoyed it so much. Would I eventually break? I had already given over all control to her, was there any way that I could get it back? Would she ever let me?

 

I was torn from my thoughts by Beth re-entering the bedroom, clean and fully dressed. Her deep, booming steps shook the jar slightly and I felt myself moving around on top of the sock. I prepared myself to once again be removed from the jar and toyed with until she had to leave. Maybe then she’d let me rest. However, she pulled up her chair and sat down at her desk, looking in the mirror as she applied makeup. She was so beautiful already, she didn’t need to put anything extra on her face. I did like when she wore lipstick, though. Maybe some time she might put some on just for me? I could even offer to apply it for her, or I could –

 

No! I had to stop thinking like that. I needed to think of a way to get out this mess. I had a life to get back to, I couldn’t spend the rest of my days as some tiny plaything, living in a jar or a shoe or wherever Beth decided to put me. I needed to focus. I had to escape.

 

Beth finished with her makeup and left the room without even saying goodbye, turning off the light as she left. The curtains were still drawn from this morning so there wasn’t much light, only what little daylight managed to filter through them. I didn’t know why she hadn’t at least looked over at me on the way out and to be honest I was a little hurt by it. I hoped she wasn’t annoyed by how easily I had become tired. No, stop thinking like that. I had to make a plan, to escape and get back to normal. My eyes were starting to glaze over though. I’d think about that later. Right now, I had to sleep.

 

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I woke up, the sound of Beth’s footsteps dragging me from my slumber. She must have come straight for me as I hadn’t even had time to get my bearings before I was dragged upwards. I saw her face coming into view as she spun the jar around looking for me. Our eyes met and she flashed me a huge smile before lowering me to waist height and twisting the lid off my glass prison. She removed the sock causing me to come up with it, before I slammed into the glass just under the rim and crashed back down to the bottom. I felt 2 enormous fingers grip me by my sides and after feeling the all too familiar sensation of being hauled upwards at tremendous speed, I was finally deposited in Beth’s palm.

 

‘Hello, little guy! Did you have a nice rest?’ I nodded, still slightly disoriented. At my size, her voice sounded much deeper than normal, which really scared me. I felt like I was being pulled away further and further from my old life, unable to interact with a normal-sized person without being constantly aware of how much power she held over me. I was slightly reassured, though, by the fact that even though her voice was a constant reminder of how small I was, it was still recognisably aunt Beth. I asked her what time it was to try to gauge how long I had been asleep, wondering what my voice must have sounded like to her, but immediately regretted it. ‘Are you trying to say something, sweetie? Hehe, one second.’ She moved me so that I was looking directly into her ear. I took a deep breath and repeated my question, this time shouting as loud as I could. She giggled, returning me to face her. She raised her index finger and wiggled it up and down in front of me. ‘Your voice is so cute! Like a little chipmunk!’ My face went red, embarrassed that shouting directly into her ear only served to make her giggle. ‘It’s 6 o’clock, sweetie.’ Well at least she could still hear me, I guess. ‘Now, I have some work to do, and so do you. Want to see what you’ll be doing?’ I didn’t have time to respond as I saw her fingers closing around me, sealing me in the darkness of her hand. I must have been starting to get used to the swaying motion as she walked because I didn’t feel like throwing up this time. I was deposited on her lap, looking up at her as she sat at her desk fumbling around with something. She leaned over and pressed me into her lap with her stomach, emptying the air from my lungs. Sitting up straight again, she picked me up and dropped me on the ground in front of her toes. There were 2 pots beside them, one filled with a white liquid and one black with what appeared to be 2 small brushes. They looked to be quite fine paint brushes with most of the handle removed. They were still pretty big for me, but it looked like I could hold them fairly comfortably with 2 hands. I had read enough stories online to see where this was going but her nails looked like they were already freshly pedicured, what did she want me to do with them?

 

‘So, my tiny little guy, I was looking at my nails today and I think they’re pretty boring. I don’t have time to redo them completely but I figured you’d be the perfect size to give them a little top up! Would you do that for your aunt Beth while she does some big people work?’ Ugh. Big people work. As much as I resented her for saying that, I was only a head taller than her big toenail so I guess I couldn’t really argue with her. It wasn’t like she’d be able to hear me anyway. I did my best to flash her an angry stare, which she clearly misinterpreted. ‘Oh relax, whatever you decide to do will be fine, just as long as I see you’ve put some effort in.’ I stood there for another few seconds, hoping that she’d see my angry protest but she’d already turned her attention to her laptop. Begrudgingly, I walked over and dipped the first brush in the black polish. The fumes hit me straight away and I could even feel them in my eyes, completely masking any scent of her feet. I hoped that this wouldn't take too long. I wiped off the excess polish on the brush then approached her awaiting foot and got to work.

 

I sat straddling her big toe holding the brush. I was looking at her nail trying to plan what I could do to it. I decided to keep it simple and just do some straight lines, hoping to get it over with as soon as possible. I held the brush just above the top of her nail getting ready to start when she suddenly lifted her toes. I managed to keep my balance but I ended up drawing a bent line that went from the top right corner of her nail, curved outwards and finished just right of centre at the base. Shit. No going back now, I thought, I'd just have to work with it. I ended up drawing petal-like shapes on the right side of the nail with a black outline and filling them in with the white. I decided to leave the upper left side blank, partly because it meant less work but partly because, well, I thought it looked kinda nice. I added a few small dots here and there with both colours then sat back to examine my work. I was pretty proud of myself, it actually looked good. I hopped off and stretched for a minute before getting straight back to work on her second toe. I used a similar design but there wasn't as much space this time around. At least it made for quicker work, though. The fumes were making me feel dizzy and I thought if I took too long then I might pass out. I carried on, only taking one more break between feet until I finished up with the little toe on her left foot. I thought that next time I should ask Beth to break off a few bristles so I could go into more detail on her smaller nails. I couldn't do much with them, but I did my best. Maybe it was the constant exposure to nail polish fumes, but as I walked back along her feet running my hands across her now dried nails, I couldn't help but feel really good about myself. I sat down in front of her wringing my hands, nervously awaiting her reaction. 

 

I watched her feet and legs as she tapped away on her computer high above me for another few minutes, not once looking down to check my progress. Eventually I heard a faint banging on the desk above me as she said ‘Shit! Is it already that late?’ and watched as she scooted her chair back to look at me. I felt like an artist exhibiting his work for the first time. I really hoped she’d be pleased. ‘Oh good, you’re done.’ She pushed her chair back, got up and walked into her closet.

 

Was that it?

 

I had put so much effort into making her nails look as beautiful as possible and that’s all she had to say? My face once again flushed red with embarrassment and I looked down at the floor, ashamed of myself for expecting anything more. Catching sight of my own feet, I began to think about the lego man that she had shown me when I was big and it all suddenly made sense. You idiot, I thought to myself. Of course, why should she care? They were just her toenails. Sure, she’d gotten a nice design on them, but how much gratitude could I expect? They were just one small part of her magnificent body and she had more important things to focus on. Big people work. I was right to feel proud of the work I’d put in because I was tiny, even smaller than the lego man that was at one point at my feet. I was just doing what little I could do to make her happy, just earning my keep, like she said. Why would she need to give me praise for that?

 

I was pulled from my thoughts by her booming footsteps approaching again. She dropped a pair of black leather ankle-high boots with a zip going up the side right in front of me, crashing down with a series of loud bangs as they bounced around slightly before coming to rest. ‘Now come here, we’re running late.’ She flashed me that same intense look she’d given me before and I felt myself shrink again. It didn’t even really hurt this time and I only fell to one knee. The shrinking was clearly getting easier on my body. It looked like I’d only shrunk another half an inch, though that made her twice as big to me. I wasn’t even tall enough to reach her toenail now. Funnily enough, it didn’t faze me. I already felt so pathetic and insignificant that it seemed right that I was even tinier now. I didn’t flinch as she licked her index finger, bent over and stuck me to her fingertip. I was carried through the air and with a flick of her thumbnail, launched into her boot. I was lifted in front of Beth’s face, whose voice sounded even deeper now, ‘You know the drill, tiny, under the toes. This one should be easier on you.’ I turned to run to the front of the boot before being stopped again. ‘And tiny?’ I turned to see her glorious smile, bigger than I had ever witnessed. ‘Great job on my nails, I really love them.’ She blew me a kiss and my heart swelled with joy. I smiled back at her but I was too late, she had lowered the boot back to the floor and her freshly painted toes started to come into view, causing me to run with all my might to the toe section. I took my place just before her big and second toe prints and looked over at her nails, still at the entrance of the boot. I admired my work and smiled thinking about the compliment I had received for my efforts. I lay back as they approached, looking upwards awaiting their presence on top of me. All light was cut out as she fully inserted her foot, closed the zip and leave the bedroom. I started to sway again as she walked, though I wasn’t nearly as scared as last time. In my head, I had still resolved to find a way out of her clutches. However, in that moment, I couldn’t help but feel kind of…happy.

 

Chapter End Notes:

I should have another chapter early next week. Not sure how many more I'll be doing, but there'll be at least 3 before wrapping things up

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