Lynda watched the six of them as they were waking up. Five four inch girls she once went to school with lied on the floor before her feet. Miss Allen (Sarah), her young and astoundingly beautiful algebra teacher was in her tiny ankle boots, and black stockings with her elegant black and white dress. She used to fancy having in her palm all the semester she had her class when she was a student. Miss Allen was always full of energy and enthusiastic about mathematics. She was so kind, caring and motherly towards her students, but Lynda always found that aspect of her behavior ridiculous given she had the least age difference with them than all the other teachers; She just had to have her.
Ms. Woods was lying there as well. Her strict, dull teacher that looked to her like a doll she didn’t want to play with to her now. She wouldn’t want her in this situation normally. She didn’t like her at all but even didn’t hated her enough to want to punish her. The reason she was here was to motivate Sarah to cooperate. If she had brought Sarah and her three former classmates. Sarah would feel it was her responsibility as the teacher and would try to resist her demands to make an example for the girls. But seeing another teacher she viewed as older and more experienced bowing to her every will made her feel the right thing is to go along with it. And the girls would follow them as they found them sort of figures of authorities in this humiliating journey. Most human are of sheep after all. Ms. Woods low self esteem and self hate, and Sarah’s natural charisma would drag everyone along. Ms. Helen Woods who had short blonde hair, was wearing a matching green bra, green underwear and green socks, she had left on her. She had to earn her tiny black top, and jeans.
In front of her right feet lied Amy. Amy was the most poetic and most sensitive girl she knew in her life. She was soft and sensitive like a flower, gentle and agreeable. She was the only one Lynda would trust to go to if she ever shrunk. She fancied this tale a million times in her head. But they never got close. Their personalities didn’t match probably. And before she knew the girl was admitted to a top-tier college. She never shrunk so she could never get her attention when she shrunk so they never hit it off. But now she had to pay. She had to try and try and try to befriend her and would fail. She lied there innocently with her long brunette hair on the floor, in her purple top, black pants and white shoes.
The next one was Paris Hilton, In her fancy sweater, black pants and her little gorgeous thigh high boots. She was always the golden girl. Her father was wealthiest man in the town probably. She was tall, pretty, good looking, careless and oblivious to all the admiration she received from everybody. She was the best ballet dancer in their school. It was like she was always flying above everybody else never looking down. She got together with hottest boy in the school and after they graduated from high school, they got engaged and they married after that. Paris left the house two days after the wedding when her husband was at work and never came back. Lynda had asked her to lend Lynda her wedding dress for her upcomming wedding (!) . So she brought it to Lynda’s place and when she was sitting in a sofa in a room it happened. She was here because she seemed so out of reach, like a star. Of course getting her was the most difficult one she had to do. The police was very alarmed after this one and her father had put a large prize on any information on her whereabouts. She had put her wedding dress in a drawer after it shrank with Paris. She was her best doll. She came with two sets of clothes too.
And there was Laura who was still asleep. Her strict big sister who had always intimidated her was now thrown next to one of Lynda’s used socks . she was still wearing what she had on when visited Lynda’s place after after work. Laura was wearing pink socks and her tiny shoes were put near her tiny feet. Lynda had took them off because she was curious how her feet smelled after a long day of work, but couldn’t put them on again. Her roommate had warned her about targeting close relatives. But she just couldn’t help it. What was the point of possessing a shrinking ray if you couldn’t make that brat show you some respect after all.
When her roommate’s shrinking ray was finished she knew what she had to do. Her roommate, Mary (If that was her real name) before leaving forever to pursue her peculiar goals with her invention, handed her, her own copy of the shrinking ray in her departure day and told her she could shrink any 6 people she wished to have with it.
But she had to be discrete about it so it wouldn’t raise any suspicions. Before Mary was done explaining Lynda tried to shrink her as her first little pet. A tiny Mary would be the best thing that could have ever happened to her. But she was disappointed when the machine didn’t work. Mary looked at her with a amused and a little shocked look.
Mary : “I wasn’t surprised by that. And I was going to say it activates a week from now… ”
Lynda was so embarrassed: “Sorry. I didn’t mean to… harm you. I would treat you well.”
Mary said with a joking voice: “I’m sure you wouldn’t. Not that you hate me. You just would want me to have kind of relationship with your feet that I really don’t see myself enjoying it...”
Lynda was a little pissed when said: “You don’t know if you’d like it, if you never try it...Just saying.”
Mary: “Alright. Can I go on with the rules? And how this thing works?”
Lynda: “Go on. I guess I have to know how to fix it when you’re not around!”
Mary: “That won’t be necessary. You see this is a gun shaped device with a trigger on it. I see you already figured how to pull the trigger. As you can see the back of it is connected by a elastic tube to that mechanical device. Most of its buttons and switches have to be where they already are. Don’t mess with the configuration or you could have a substance leak on your hand. Use this degree to select how many inches you want the target to be and the device automatically figures the exact percentage of matter reduction.”
Lynda: “There’s no such thing as matter reduction in physics. right? What happens to the cells they use as they shrink?”
Mary: “Keen as always. The rest of cells go inside this large capsule. I call this substance. If you lose it or part of it. You could never make the person as tall as they originally were. And if you have more you could make the person grow even larger than their original size.”
Lynda: “And how can I get more substance?”
Mary: “Each kind of object requires it’s own type of substance. You can’t use the same capsule to shrink a human and a table. Their substances get mixed and everything is ruined. But it’s okay to mix the same kind of substance for example two plain wooden tables. You can get more substance by shrinking more tables.”
Lynda: “So if you use it on a human they have to plain? Naked? Because they don’t share fabric with their clothes or shoes.”
Mary: “You can shrink a person with clothes but you can’t mix content of their capsule with another human’s. Even using another naked at shrinking time human’s substance for another person who was shrunk when naked can be tricky and extremely dangerous. It requires modifying stored coordinates in machine’s memory storage which takes a lot of expertise. If you don’t know exactly what you’re doing you could end up damaging internal organs, or worse...”
Lynda: “So why only six? You would be goddess of the world the next year probably. Couldn’t you give me this small city?”
Mary: “That’s because I only left you 6 capsules. That’s all the spare ones I had. And this is for the better. Even this number of people disappearing, all of them having connections to you is not a joke. Cops could easily get to you if you’re not careful. But don’t worry if you realized they’re on to you. Dispose of the shrunken bodies. And pull that lever. And this whole machine will shrink to nothingness. It’s particles floating in the air too small to be seen. And then there would be no evidence of your wrongdoings. But remember only pull it when necessary because It’s irreversible… And don’t make headlines please.”
Then they talked about many other thing and how they would miss each other. Lynda hugged her one last time before she left. She had a small luggage with herself and was in her shiny red heels. The rest of her equipment must have been moved before by some truck probably and she left just like that and Lynda never heard of her ever again.
She redecorated Mary’s lab (the basement) so the big machine is hidden from sight and dragged the sofa to center of the room. She was ready to begin.
Amy rubbed her eyes as she was waking up. She was startled when found herself in an unfamiliar environment. She couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. She rubbed her eyes harder. There was a gigantic object in front of her. It looked like an enormous shoe, a heel. She walked back and looked at the rest of it. A black sock, giant legs in a pair of black cigarette pants, a bent knees, and the gigantic ass that was sitting on the floor, and she was wearing a t-shirt on her upper body. When she stepped back further she could see the familiar face past the mountain like knees. She was Lynda. Someone she knew from high school. Her eyes were filled with happiness, or perhaps madness, she couldn’t tell. And her smile was genuine but wicked and terrifying at the same time.
Looking at her giant figure made her shiver. This can’t be real. This can’t be real. This is a dream. A nightmare. But that horrifying smile, this fear and feeling of emptiness and insignificance in her presence was too real. She fell on her knees uttering: “NO NO NO NO”.
Sarah was turning around like mad men, exploring different directions. She was in a giant bedroom. A bunch of used socks were thrown on one side of the floor, that she could smell, and the smell wasn’t that faint. The elephant in the room was the giantess sitting on the floor was watching them lost in her thoughts, saying nothing. She knew the girl, one of her good students. She loved her job and tried to love all her students as much as she could. And she liked Lynda. Too much into her daydreams, and thoughts, always into herself. She didn’t remember how she got here or why was he like this. She recognized most of the other miniature women, two of them were her students and one of them and the unconscious woman in underwear was her good college, Helen Woods.
Sarah step forward and initiated the conversation with a smile and polite tone: “Excuse me. Would you mind… You’re Lynda right? Remember me? I’m Miss Allen. We had a couple of classes together. Good to catch up after a while… Do you know what happened to us? And what are we doing in here?”
“And what happened to my clothes?” Said Helen. She was sitting on the floor with her knees bent, and her arms wrapped around her body.
Lynda said: “First things first. Let’s first get everyone up. Because I don’t want to repeat my words over and over.”
Sarah ran as she saw the left heel was taken off by Lynda’s left hand and thrown in front of where she was standing. The right heel landed in front of Amy that was closing her eyes and blocking her ears with hands. Helen started running to her right when she saw the left foot was moving above her head from forward. Paris who was already standing far enough from everyone that Lynda’s feet couldn’t get her unless she stood up, ran a feet further from Lynda.
The foot slowly landed on asleep Laura. The foot had a 90 degree angle with her lying body and she started to rub her sock’s big toe on her face gently. She woke up with a confused and angry expression on her face from intense odor she felt in her nose and mouth. She was speechless from the scene she was witnessing. She was beneath her little sister’s gigantic sock. Being probed by her toe. Lynda gently tapped on her face twice with her big toe and said “Wake up sleepy.” in a childish voice.
Lynda: “So everyone wants to hear the rules and this point, and maybe we will have some fun too at this chapter.” “… of your life.”
“The tragedy is that you’re tiny now and anywhere you go you wouldn’t have any rights. No one would ever treat you like human beings or take you seriously. You would be your former family and friend’s pets and way worse in wrong hands. But I’m a kind giantess, and I’m gonna treat my dolls fairly.”
“Rule Number 1: Leaving the house without my permission or hiding from me and not answering when I call you is grave serious problem. It’s a safety hazard and as the one in your charge I can not allow you to endanger your well being with foolishness. And Of course my well being as well. Any attempt on hurting or poisoning me will make you a safety hazard as well like the other two. We call these class one felonies.”
“Rule number 2: We also have a strict privacy policy. You can not ask me, or each other any personal questions, anything about their life out here, Anything that I deem personal, and I can’t ask you about them neither. But seeing the power dynamics between us, Me regularly questioning you can be very intimidating so the rule is None of us is allowed to mention or refer to any thing or topic outside this house. This is a class two felony.”
“And any disobedience to my instructions and chores I assign to each one of you. And using offensive language can get you in trouble but these are comparably lighter crimes, so their punishment is lighter as well.”
Amy: “I’m sorry what punishments do you have in mind?”
Lynda: “Class one and two felonies are punishable by death.”
Helen who was now standing stepped closer to her and said: “What?? Are you out of your mind? You can’t kill us.”
Lynda: “Methods of this punishment are being swallowed, being crushed under my bare feet or shoe, and the third one, being thrown into the toilet, I use it then I’d flush you.” She was smirking.
Helen: “This is illegal. You just have no legal authority to hold these punishments.”
Lynda: “Try me to see if I do it or not. And let me tell you, If you ever break rule number 1 or 2, You will be punished by the toilet method.”
Helen went silent and stepped back in awe as she was watching Lynda’s sitting ass.
Amy: “Excuse me Lynda. And what are the punishments for the third class crimes?”
Lynda: “Let me think… Any punishment I deem fit at the time, like being grounded in one of my shoes, or a hanging sock for a certain period of time. Being in my shoe when I’m wearing them, or I’m jogging. Or It could be any other thing.”
Amy: “Thank you.”
Lynda was amused by the kiss-ass Amy had turned out to be. This was good. It would be less time before having her accompany her in her jogs and walks as her “sole-mate”.
“What day this is Lynda? This is ridiculous. Have you done this to us? Please fix me. I want to get back to work. And Even if I’m at this size I’d rather mom take care of me.”
“And I want my husband to take me. I’ve had enough of you shorty. I’m suing you for this. This is a straight up kidnapping.” Said Paris who had gone bolder.
“Dear. You don’t want to continue this game. This situation is not stable and you could go to jail if you let this go on longer.” Said Sarah.
Helen was yelling something as well at the same time.
Amy: “Can you at least take me with you outside in your pocket so I can see my mom from far? I wouldn’t even talk to her. I miss her. She was a little sick last time I was home.”
All of them were yelling at the same time now and It was getting out of control. She stood and stomped her right food on the floor in front of the little crowd as hard as she could. Everyone went silent. She was amused by the respect her foot could command.
Lynda: “Too many laws were broken at the same time. Let’s put a rule so we can be able to enforce the first rule. Shall we? Whenever I say the phrase “can you hug me?” to any of you, you leave the thing you’re doing and run towards me and hug one of my feet around the ankle. So I can be sure you’re all alright. And If I use a name at the end of it, that person is the only one who has to show up. And don’t forget if you don’t do this I assume you’re hiding so when I find you, you’d be punished for a class one felony. Do you know what it means?” Three of them were nodding. Paris was telling her something with her arms locked on her sides but she couldn’t hear any of that.
She stomped her foot in the center between them and said “can you hug me?” Amy and Sarah ran toward her right food and embraced it tightly. Her big sister was still standing there looking at Helen and Paris as Helen was slowly walking towards the foot with doubt. She yelled “Can you hug me?” And Helen ran towards the foot and hugged it. And to her surprise her big sister, Laura followed her too. The four girls were hugging her foot as Paris, too proud to do so was standing were she was with her arms to her chest.
Lynda shook her right foot and the four girls ran as they figured out she wants them gone. She held the foot above Paris’s head and started to lower it on her. She could see doubt in her shaking body. She dragged her chair closes to her and sat on it and yelled with a strong assertive voice: “Can you hug me??? This is someone’s last chance” And the four ran towards the right foot and hugged it. Paris followed them and ran towards it but when she got to the right foot and was ready to hug it Lynda said calmly : “Paris! Can you hug my left foot?” Paris moved towards the left foot that was on the floor but when she got to it Lynda crossed her legs, putting the left foot hanging on the air, She was sitting at the edge of her sit bringing the left foot closer to the floor. Paris walked towards it reluctantly once again. She was furious in her head but she couldn’t show it. She had to play nice like Amy if she wished to be in Tim’s warm arms once again. Her hands could reach the toe section of the sock or the heel if stood on toes but she couldn’t hug the ankle. “What do you want me to do? Am I supposed to climb it?”
“I don’t want anything from you. You’re the one who wants to hug my feet. I don’t want that.”
“Cut it out. I’m here. On my knees. Don’t make this harder.”
“You’re the one who needs to cling to my feet to stay alive. I couldn’t care less about you.”
“Please...Help me out here. Fine I WANT this...”
“But I can’t now. My left foot is killing me especially the heals. They were in shoe all day.”
“I can tell.”
“Weren’t standing inches away from my foot if you didn’t appreciate the smell. Are you like into feet?”
She let out an angry breath and calmed herself. “I guess I’m only into yours. I didn’t have a thing for them up to this point.”
“Sweet. Then can you massage my sole? When it stops hurting. I can put it on the floor comfortably and it will be all yours. Would you be grateful if happens?”
She didn’t respond but suddenly the foot hit one of chair’s bases and startled her.
“Yes It would make me really happy.”
“Good. So start rubbing it… If you really want to. I personally think it’s a little degrading but it’s your fantasy.”
“Harder. Its duration depends on your hard work.”
She looked down with amusement. Four of her dolls were hugging her right foot with all their power as Paris her little princess was rubbing her wet sweaty black sock with an intense expression on her face. Lynda was really loving every little bit of it. She couldn’t wait for the next phase. Her big game. As she brought out some small cards she had prepared out of the drawer she was laughing in her head.
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“She has begun. And it had got too high profile in the town already. One of the missing people is a billionaire's daughter. And her own sister. The police is connecting the case with some of our victims along the last two years. We did it for two years and it was barely noticed. You give her two weeks and her work is already on the news.” said the tiny boy sitting in her ear. He was wearing a lab coat with open buttons and NOTHING else working with his tiny laptop.
“She was louder than I anticipated but we always knew she’d be caught. She is brilliant; a perfectionist, a scheming psychopath, and a narcissist, therefore an innate criminal. But she can’t see the big picture. She can’t account for the consequences when she’s too flattered about her plans. Her unemployment and depression makes her fit the profile for the operation boss. The police wouldn’t look for another player.” Said the normal sized woman who was sitting on a motel bed. She was in a coat, pants, and shiny red heels who didn’t really match her outfit but she was wearing them anyway.
The little man saw Two fingers way bigger than him entered his cave, grabbed him and took him outside the right ear. “Give me the laptop Steve.” Mary put her left hand’s palm beneath Steve so he can put down the laptop on it. She carefully dropped it on the table next to the bed. "And your lab coat Steve."
“As you wish.” Said Steve but Of course he was so tiny she couldn’t hear him when He wasn’t in her ear. Steve passed the coat too, and it was placed next to the laptop. “May I?” She pushed Steve against tip of her tongue with two tips of fingers holding Steve. and slowly pushed the tongue inside the mouth so that Steve would be covered fully in saliva, her lips closed on her fingers and him as she gave him a gentle suck. Causing major waves in saliva water Steve was floating in. And she let go of him by her fingers and closed her lips fully. She moved the saliva around in her mouth gently, as she sometimes took Steve from the water with her gracious tongue. She was sure little Steve was enjoying this as much as her as she was undoing her pants buttons. Steve gave her all his juice. Too insignificant for her tongue to even notice but It was about the gesture he thought. As the tongue pushed him against the top of her mouth uncontrollably and started rubbing him in a semi violent way, he knew what she was doing out there so he didn’t mind.