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The floor rattled beneath Scott as he laid there curled up in a ball.


The shaking had woken him up but today Scott had told himself he would ignore it.


Today was the day that he would no longer cower or tremble at the-


The next quake was even stronger and a third came almost immediately after, making the ceiling shake and the walls shudder.


“No, no,” Scott whispered to himself, “Just lay here with your back to-”


The sound of wood and metal scraping against each other rang in Scott's ears as light flooded into the world, momentarily blinding him before a massive shadow offered relief. The air that rolled over him carried a strong but not necessarily unpleasant smell. It was a harsh chemical stench but there were hints of something else; cedar, grapefruit, maybe even some lavender.


The world around Scott began to come into focus as he blinked and tried not to gag as the chemical smell became so strong he could taste it. The floor and walls around him were made of wood but the roof had been replaced with open air stretching far above him to a distant white ceiling. The area to his left was empty but on his right loomed a small multicolored hill of fabric that he did his best to ignore even as the shadow over it deepened.


An enormous hand crashed into the hill beside him, its thick fingers tossing aside mounds big enough to be used as sails while a yawn echoed across the world followed by the slow lazy smacking of a giant pair of lips.


A pair of hunter green boxer briefs with a navy blue waistband rose up into the sky.


Scott's whole body shook but he kept his jaw clenched tight while the sound of fabric rolling over skin filled his tiny ears. He had never noticed the stretching scraping sound in his life but now every morning started with him listening to it.


The snap of the waistband made him flinch.


“No 'good morning' for your master, faggot?”


The voice was deep and almost aggressively masculine, which made it that much harder for Scott to reconcile the person who spoke it. Before Scott could turn over, one of the giant's massive fingers slammed into his back and forced the tiny man to uncurl.


“Get up.”


Scott stumbled to his hands and knees before he pushed himself to standing position. He slowly shuffled around and though he tried to keep his head bowed, the snapping of the giant's fingers immediately drew his attention to the sky.


The first thing he saw was the giant's immense package, the clingy boxer briefs outlining a cock that was slightly longer than Scott was tall. A broad lightly tanned stomach rose over that, the barest hint of abs mostly covered by gristle and a tangled trail of dark brown hair that stretched up from the waistband below. With his neck craning back, Scott found himself staring up into the smug face of the giant who had captured him.


The giant was handsome and he clearly knew it.


His strong square jaw, full lips, and high cheekbones framed a sloping grecian nose set between two bright blue eyes. Shiny chestnut hair flopped down across his forehead, giving the young man just a hint of boyishness that made him seem approachable and friendly.


The haughty smirk that stretched across it should have betrayed all that but instead only seemed right on the billboard sized face, as if the universe agreed that this giant deserved to feel so superior to everyone around him.


The giant's massive shoulders shrugged and his hand sailed across the sky as if to say 'I'm waiting.'


Scott's whole body trembled as he pressed his lips together.


High above, the giant's eyebrows narrowed.


That small gesture was enough to make the tiny man flinch and swallow the lump in his throat, “Good morning, master!”


His master's laugh boomed out as one hand scooped up a pair of balled up socks and the other swept down toward Scott. The tiny man barely had time to jump in fright before the massive fingers wrapped around him. They didn't fully close though, allowing him to be battered back and forth with each of the giant's quake-inducing footfalls.


“God, you're pathetic,” the giant announced with barely even a glance in Scott's direction as he bent down toward the floor.


The fingers opened and the palm pitched forward, sending Scott bouncing down each of the giant's knuckles until he crashed into the plush carpet that lined the giant's bedroom. The ground beneath the tiny man immediately began to shake as the giant strolled over to his closet while Scott crawled toward the high tops that sat before him.


Any piece of footwear Scott's master would wear would look enormous to him since the giant's feet were twice as long as Scott was tall and wide enough for the thick sole to completely obscure the tiny man from view.


This pair in particular though were wider than average with a tongue that seemed to blossom above the mouth solely so it could fit the company's whole name across it, an advertisement for Osiris shoes fit only for someone small enough to be crushed beneath them. Scott knew that the pair were essentially clean of dirt and scuff marks but he also knew what the giant currently getting dressed behind him expected.


Crawling around the edges of the vast footwear, he bent down low to drag his tongue across the thick sole. The taste of rubber assaulted his tongue along with the barest hints of dust, earth, and something sour that lingered long after each swipe.


The ground shook harder beneath Scott's hands and knees before his world was plunged into darkness. Above, the giant's bed frame groaned as he sat down at its foot and began to unfurl his massive black ankle socks.


Scott's eyes looked up toward the sky as the giant's wrinkled sole dangled menacingly overhead before he stretched one sock over it. The cotton turned it from a deadly appendage into some kind of strange oppressive shape, a sleek black thing that wouldn't look out of place in the fleet of some evil empire in a scifi flick.


Wind whistled and the ground quaked as the foot crashed onto the floor before the process repeated itself. “Alright, bitch,” the giant's voice was casual, almost conversational, “Give me a reason why I shouldn't stuff you back in my underwear drawer before I head out.”


Leather and rubber creaked as the giant slid his feet into the massive sneakers, making sure that their laces and the hem of his jeans were tucked behind the massive tongues.


Scott looked up in time to see the barest hint of a tongue swipe across the giant's smirking lips.


The tiny man knew it was all a game, the young man had already decided whether or not Scott would be allowed to remain outside the drawer that day but it didn't matter because he also knew that he had to play along.


“Because you're merciful, master!”


The giant chuckled and Scott couldn't help but think of how the enormous brute had found him.


Scott had been walking home from the coffee shop on a lazy Sunday morning, scrolling through Instagram without a care in the world as he debated what to do with the rest of his day off. When his stomach began to twist itself into knots, he just figured that cold brew on an empty stomach was probably not the best way to start his day after having one too many drinks the night before. Then he started to spasm right as he broke into a flop sweat. He tried to run home but his vision blurred and he crashed down onto the sidewalk.


He tried to scream for help but he couldn't draw in any breath.


Then finally everything went black.


He had never gotten the genetic testing done. His parent's insurance didn't cover it growing up and when he got his own insurance as an adult it wasn't much better. The out-of-pocket cost to have it done didn't seem worthwhile especially as the years passed and he never lost so much as a quarter inch. Still, somewhere in the back of his head Scott always worried when he felt the faintest unexplained twinge that it would be the moment he shrank.


He had never realized that by the first symptom being 'pain in your stomach' doctors meant something completely indistinguishable from a sudden need to shit or that the rest of the symptoms would steamroll over you in a few seconds.


All of that rolled through his head as he felt someone pulling at his arms, their panicked words stretched and distorted in his ears. The world that came into focus a second later was familiar and yet totally alien.


A street he had walked hundreds of times before was suddenly blown up to absurd proportions. One story buildings loomed like skyscrapers over a sidewalk that could hold several football games. A forest exploded up on the edge of the concrete that he only dimly recognized as the hedge outside of the neighboring building.


Finally, he saw the two people yanking at him, both of whom were dressed in strange makeshift clothes; different fabrics lashed together with thin strands of plastic, leaves and vines tied down over their arms and backs, and a thin layer of dust that coated their clothes and skin. Both looked strangely out of proportion, like they were not only small in comparison to the world but still only a portion of his size.


“C'mon, get up, someone's coming,” one of them, a girl he was fairly certain, groaned as the ground shuddered.


Scott found it difficult to move his mouth and tongue but he managed to slur out, “Wha?”


“You shrank and we have to go,” the other one, a man with darker skin, snapped. He looked past Scott and said, “Can you not pick up his legs?!”


“He's fucking heavy,” grunted someone behind Scott before the ground shook once more. His legs flopped uselessly down against the concrete as the person behind him shouted, “Fuck this, I'm not dying for this guy!”


Bare feet slapped loudly against the concrete and Scott watched as a stout hairy man around half his size sprinted for the hedge in the distance.


“C'mon, buddy, you gotta get up,” the girl said as she pulled hard on his right arm.


“Jeff's right, screw this guy,” barked the man as he dropped Scott's left arm and started to run.


A shadow rolled over the world and a gust of wind whipped the girl's clothes about before it rolled over Scott, making him shudder. The earth practically buckled beneath them and Scott looked up to see the biggest Nike swoosh of his entire life dominating the horizon.


“Where do you think you're going, little dude?” The giant's voice boomed out.


Scott's neck craned back and back, up the long jean clad leg to a dark t-shirt and fleece lined denim jacket then all the way to the giant's handsome haughty face.


The ground groaned as the giant dragged his bright white sneaker back and forth to cut off the tiny man's escape, laughing to himself the whole time. “I don't think you're going anywhere, bud,” the giant thundered as he lifted his foot up onto his heel, his sole looming overhead, “Unless you think you can get to the other side before-”


The little man was already running, not even paying attention to the giant's taunts.


“Fucker,” the giant boomed as he dropped his foot.


Another gust of wind whipped around Scott but it was nowhere near strong enough to muffle the wet crunch of the enormous boy crushing the tiny man beneath his tread. Those bright blue eyes raked across the sidewalk, stopping momentarily on Scott before they looked toward a thin patch of grass between the sidewalk and the curb.


“I swore there was another one of you little things,” he grumbled high above before his eyes settled on Scott.


The little man felt paralyzed and though he wasn't sure if it was simply from his sudden shrinking or the giant's gaze, he realized it didn't matter. There was no way he could escape the enormous young man before him.


The giant shrugged, “Whatever, I don't want anything as small as those fuckers and there's no reason for you to clean both soles when I get home.”


Scott blinked, trying to process the giant's words but his enormous hand was already swooping down. The thick fingers wrapped around him and ripped him up into the sky before the tiny man could even start to squirm in protest. The jean jacket opened and he found himself gazing at a wall of sheepskin bigger than his apartment building as the giant slipped him into a pocket.


A yawn echoed across the world as the young man announced, “First I need some coffee though.”


Another yawn boomed overhead, snapping Scott from his reverie.


The giant shook his head as he stretched his arms high above in the heavens, “Nah, that's not it.”


Scott trembled at the young man's feet and then shouted, “Because I'm pathetic, master!”


That first afternoon, when the giant had brought him back home, Scott had tried to protest.


When the fingers entered the pocket once again, he swore he would fight back. The tiny man kicked and punched at the massive digits as they plucked him from his prison with ease. The giant casually tossed him down onto a desk and a disgusted noise echoed across the world.


The inside of the giant's pocket had been warm enough that Scott had started to sweat by the time he had gotten his coffee. High above, that handsome face twisted into a sneer as the same fingers that just grabbed Scott were swiped against the giant's pant leg.


The tiny man stood on the vast desk and stared up defiantly at the young man, chin out and shoulders squared.


The giant just cocked an eyebrow before his lips stretched into that same smug smirk again.


Scott fumed and he began to shout, “You need t-”


A finger smacked into him.


He stumbled to the right, and blinked a star or two out of his vision as he looked back up at the giant, “Wh-”


The finger moved so fast that Scott didn't even see it before it plowed into him, sending him stumbling in the opposite direction.


The giant's chuckle echoed overhead.


Scott stood up straight and raised his fist only for the giant to swipe his feet out from under him.


When he tried to rise to his hands and knees, the finger slammed into his back and pinned him. Scott squirmed and thrashed while desperately trying to roll onto his back so he could at least attack the finger. But the digit held him down so easily that even as he pushed and pushed against the desk, he couldn't lift it off of him.


The giant's snort was dismissive, “You're so pathetic.”


It had become a common refrain from the massive young man. Every time Scott tried to resist, he would be battered down again and again, only for the giant's words to again ring in his little ears.


“I mean, yeah but is that really a reason to let you chill in my room all day?” The giant said above, his thumb playing against his phone screen.


Scott took in a deep breath and suppressed the slight shudder that rose in his chest, a lingering desire to sob as he was again reminded just how far below the giant he was.


“Because...” Scott's voice cracked slightly but the giant's blue eyes didn't leave his phone, “I live to serve you, master...”


After the giant had thoroughly humiliated him by beating him up with just a finger, he had placed the tiny man down on the floor as he kicked off his enormous Air Force 1s. The immense shoes clattered across the floor and he tossed a wet nap down between them before announcing, “Clean that smear off my kicks.”


Scott looked up to see that the giant was watching him and with that gaze weighing him down, he stumbled toward the massive white sneakers. He grunted as he wrenched open the small plastic packet, the giant chuckling the whole time he struggled. Then finally he pulled the small wet nap out and turned to see the looming stain.


Most of the viscera had fallen out from the giant simply walking around town and wiping his feet against the welcome mat at both the coffee shop and his own home. Even though the rust-colored stain stretched into an oblong there was still a darker stain in the shape of a person. The giant probably couldn't spot the difference in the coloration from his lofty height but Scott could and it made him tremble as he stood there.


“I gave you an order, bitch,” the giant boomed and then the floor shuddered as he stomped his foot.


Scott glanced at the pristine white sock that sat on the floor.


The toes wiggled, stretching the cotton as the giant stared down at him.


The tiny man knew that if he didn't do what the behemoth above him said, he would end up marring the other sneaker before he was wiped off with the same lemon-scented wet nap he now held in his hands.


Blinking away tears, Scott stepped forward and dragged the wet nap across the vast sole to wipe away the blood.


“That you do my little bitch,” the giant thundered as he rose to his full height.


Scott couldn't help but cower as the young man towered over him, his crotch dominating the sky and obscuring the tiny man's view of his face.


The giant stepped toward his closet, the world shaking from his passing, “It's going to start getting cold soon so...” He pushed the vast sliding door to the closet opened, revealing carefully arranged rows of his shoes on the floor beneath a rack filled with shirts and coats. “I'm going to need you to spruce up my boots, and I'll probably need my dress shoes by the end of the month...”


He took the shoes from the back row of his closet and dropped them casually onto the floor. Each one produced a thunderclap and a faint tremor that made the tiny man flinch.


“Oh and I'll have to wear these tomorrow,” the giant said absentmindedly as he snatched up a beat up pair of sneakers that he wore when he actually intended to work out. They clattered down beside the rest as he slid the closet door closed. The giant grinned as he looked from his shoes to the little man at the foot of his bed, “That should keep you busy for the day...”


Scott nodded even though he knew the giant couldn't actually see it.


“Oh and don't wear out your tongue too much, Ava's coming over later,” he announced as he walked toward the bedroom door and opened it.


“Ethan!” A shrill voice rang throughout the cavernous suburban home, “You're gong to be late for school!”


Scott couldn't stop himself from flushing with humiliation as he heard his enormous owner groan in teenage annoyance, “I'm going, Mom!”


The door rattled shut as Scott heard Ethan's mother shout, “Go faster then!”


The world shook as Ethan stomped off and the little man dropped down to the floor.


“I got to get out of here,” he whimpered to himself, “I can't be some teenager's plaything... it's... I'm so pathetic...”


 


 

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