Matt slumped against the inner wall of Sarah’s empty slipper where it sat on the shelf. The ghostly scent of feminine sweat steamed up from the stale foamy insole, but he didn’t care. Like most days, Matt was too depressed; he hadn’t seen Nadia in over two months, and he was incredibly hungry and thirsty yet hadn’t been fed by his owner since yesterday morning. And to top it off, today was the one-year anniversary since his mysterious shrinkage and capture by the ditzy blonde goddess. Counting down was about all he could do when most of those 365 days were spent under Sarah’s soft, sweaty soles or being French-kissed by her greedy lips.

The bedroom door opened, and the carefree eighteen-year-old skipped into her bedroom, dressed all in bubble-gum pink clothing, including a sleeveless top and short-shorts, which almost matched the color of her glitzy room. She bounded in with balletic speed upon the balls of her feet and tips of her toes. Behind her, Bobby followed, wearing a scrimmage jersey for their school’s football team. Matt was only up to date on this type of information because Sarah often dreamily explained it to him, plus every detail of her budding relationship with the boy, while using Matt’s head as a practice tool for Bobby’s tongue.

“Sooooo…” Sarah drawled, giggling with delight before she even got the words out. “My mom and dad are gonna be gone until after dinner. You know what that means?”

“All alone,” Bobby said. The young couple embraced, sat on the edge of the bed, and began messily open-mouth kissing one another immediately. Matt peeked over the rubbery edge of his shoe prison. He didn’t really feel like watching, but he was eager for Bobby to leave, so Sarah might remember to give him a drink of water.

As the teenage pair slapped their tongues awkwardly together in their best attempt at intimacy, they inexpertly tried groping one another’s legs, but seemed incapable. The sight reminded Matt of his early contact with Nadia, the nervousness of young love, before they found themselves. It only made him yearn for her more.

When they took a break from kissing, Sarah and Bobby grinned at one another, wiping their mouths. The girl daintily let her bare feet dangle over the edge of the bed, then casually brought the closest one up onto the surface. She set her naked heel right in Bobby’s lap, and grasped at his shirt between her dexterous toes, even pressing her broad sole against his stomach.

“Rub ‘em for me?” she wheedled sweetly. “Pretty please?”

Bobby rolled his eyes, then shrugged, and took hold of the girl’s foot. By his expression, it was clear he’d been asked to do this multiple times before. He started rubbing.

“Mmm… that feels sooooo good,” Sarah moaned. She leaned back on the bed, getting comfortable, while her eager foot remained in Bobby’s grip. The boy busied himself tweaking her bell-end toes and running his thumbs in circles on her meaty sole. Soon after, the other foot joined its partner, and suddenly Sarah’s boyfriend had both of her happily flexing and scrunching feet piled on his thighs.

Matt gritted his teeth from afar. After so many days of being beaten and manhandled by those overzealous feet, he was envious of Bobby’s ability to simply pick Sarah’s peds up or shove them away. At this point, if it meant returning to his former size, Matt would’ve gladly agreed to massage Sarah’s tired feet, day in and out, for as long as she wanted. Anything to escape this.

“Um… good!” Bobby said, trying to sound good-natured to his girlfriend, but it was obvious to Matt from the young man’s tone that he wasn’t exactly loving the act. Especially since it was the afternoon, and Sarah had been bounding around for most of the day, gathering grime and grit into her sole wrinkles and toe crevices. Not to mention a slow build-up of springtime perspiration. It was likely that a flowery yet musky scent was now wafting up from her ripe pink feet.

The longer Bobby massaged, the higher up Sarah pressed her feet on his torso. While they started in the boy’s lap, after a while his girlfriend’s peds had climbed up toward his chest, hovering a matter of inches under his chin. Her toes curled around the neckline of his jersey. By the grimace on Bobby’s face, it was clear to Matt that the smell and general oddness of Sarah’s behavior was starting to get to him. Of course, the girl who was so good at controlling both men in the room was oblivious to his mild torment.

“Hey,” Sarah snickered, like she had a secret. “Guess what, Bobby?”

“What?”

“I got your nose!” With precision, the girl lifted her foot up the extra few inches; her big and second toes separated apart, and she inserted her boyfriend’s nose right between the rubbery digits, pinching them closed the next instant.

“Hey… um, Sarah?” Bobby mumbled, then coughed quietly, obviously affected by her wriggling digits clamped around his nostrils. “Can you stop?”

Sarah shrugged, then released the grip of her pudgy toes on her boyfriend’s nose. With the back of her hand, she gave her golden locks a flighty toss. “Sure, Bobby. I was just playing. What, you don’t like my feet?”

“No, it’s… fine. I just didn’t really want them on my face.”

“You don’t think Mommy’s feet are pretty?”

“I… wait, what?”

“Nothing! I was just kidding.” With that, Sarah lowered her feet politely back into Bobby’s lap. “Sooooo… you wanna keep rubbing?”

The boy obediently continued caressing his girlfriend’s worming toes and warm soles, but his heart wasn’t in it. Bobby minced silently, clearly uncomfortable with the M-word dropped into conversation. Worse, he probably had heard it before from Sarah, and now regretted letting her get away with it.

Matt couldn’t help but smirk with wry amusement. It seemed it wasn’t just him who was subject to Sarah’s overbearing tendencies. The girl just couldn’t help but blissfully dominate anyone she came across, whether they were taller than her, or small enough that she could wedge them under her sweaty toes every day. Sure, at least Bobby had a choice to leave, which Matt was jealous of, but the boy didn’t seem strong enough to break away. The combination of Sarah’s air-headed innocence and well-intentioned affection probably made it easier to forgive her, despite her selfish whims.

“Hey, um… you wanna make out again?” Bobby asked hopefully. His hands were still full of Sarah’s insistent soles.

“Mmmmm… maybe in a little while! Mommy’s gotta get relaxed first.”

“Why do you keep calling yourself that?”

“Huh?”

“You know,” Bobby muttered sheepishly. “Calling yourself Mommy.”

“Oh! I don’t know. It’s just what I do,” the teen said nonchalantly. “You know, like when I think somebody’s just sooooo cute, that I wanna take care of them, and play around with them, and show them how to do things. That’s like a Mommy.”

“Uh-huh.” Bobby ceased massaging at last. His eyes darted to the door. “Hey, um, I should probably go to practice now. The coach wants us there early.”

“Already? But you just got here!” Sarah whined. As if to keep him there, the girl’s toes all parted and gripped their way into the fibers of his shirt, hanging on. “Please? Stay longer? We can make out again, if you want.”

“All right,” Bobby said, perking up.

No sooner had he answered, though, when Sarah lifted her foot back up from his lap. The girl beheld her peachy, silky, heat-swollen bare sole directly in front of her boyfriend’s face. Her toes waggled.

“Well?” she giggled. She studied his expression with intense entertainment, as he contemplated the fact that she wanted him to kiss her foot. “You wanna make out, or what?”

“…actually, I should probably just go now. I don’t want to be late,” Bobby said, blushing red with embarrassment and confusion over his treatment. He slid out from around Sarah’s outstretched legs, and shuffled toward the door.

“Awwww, Bobby! Mommy was just joking!” Sarah called after him. She watched the boy march out of her bedroom. “Text me, okay?”

Matt, too, watched Bobby go, and longed to have the same kind of freedom. All it took for Bobby to escape was simply dodging out from under Sarah’s feet, and walking away. But for Matt, this was an impossibility. He was too small to run away, too short to reach the doorknobs, and too weak to ever shove the monumental velvet-bare soles of his girly-girl keeper off his frail body.

Now left alone, the teen shrugged, and crawled back to the edge of the bed. She hoisted her legs off the ground, and kicked her legs gracefully about in air, obviously unaffected by the strangeness of her relationship with Bobby, and in fact seemingly satisfied after she’d gotten a brief make-out and a generous foot-rub out of the deal. Then, as if suddenly remembering she had a miniature life contained in her slipper, she sprinted to the wall and peeked inside. The usual smirk crossed her lips, and she blew a kiss into the shoe’s opening.

“Hiiiiii, Boogie!” the girl sang as she took the slipper down from the shelf. She beamed with pure joy upon her toy man, batting her eyelashes, obviously still savoring the afterglow of time alone with her boyfriend. “How’re ya doin’ in here? Did you feel jealous, seeing Bobby getting to play with my feet? You don’t have to worry. Mommy’s toes still like you best.”

Matt knew if she began a foot-game, it would likely carry on for hours. Desperate for water, he started animatedly panting like a dog. This, ironically, was the only form of communication with Sarah that Matt had successfully managed all year: if he panted like a thirsty puppy, Sarah usually understood.

“What’s that, Boogie? You want Mommy to make your peeper feel good?”

He shuddered, but continued miming.

“Oh! You’re thirsty, huh?” she cooed, changing her tune.

Matt sighed with relief.

“Well, I guess I could go fill up a cup with water from the sink, if that’s what you want? But, I’ve been doing some thinking, and I looked stuff up online, too. Did you know, Boogie, that there’s actually important nutrients in a person’s drool that can help keep you strong?”

The shrunken man winced. He was pretty sure that was entirely false. He was also terrified of what her smile might mean. Was Sarah actually suggesting what he thought?

“So why don’t we try it? Cuz I bet your Mommy’s spit has got just the right things to keep her adorable little Boogie nice and happy,” Sarah explained. “Isn’t that right?”

“NO!”

“Awww… you agree with me!” Sarah plucked her pet out of the slipper, and held him in a cupped palm. “Okay, watch out, Boogie. Mommy’s got a yummy drink for you.”

Matt sincerely doubted that. Nevertheless, he was disgusted to watch as those same lips which so often were wrapped around his face for a loving kiss instead puckered wide open, making room for a ballooning spit bubble. The slimy substance congealed into a string of saliva, which dripped all the way down into her palm. Backing away onto the girl’s fingers, Matt witnessed the bowl-shape of Sarah’s hand filling with a small, sticky puddle of her drool.

He was revolted. She actually expected him to drink that, when she could oh-so-easily run down the hall and come back with a cup of actual water? Unfortunately, the poor man was stingingly parched, and even looking at the nearby liquid source, his own mouth was watering with thirst. Heck, maybe there were nutrients, and he just didn’t know?

“That’s Mommy’s good boy. Yes, it is!” Sarah encouraged as Matt crouched over the miniature pool of sputum and started scooping gulps of it to his mouth. “Drink up, Boogie. I can give you more if you want.”

Matt writhed with humiliation as he slurped up the teen’s gummy spit. It took some effort to swallow the mint-gum flavored drool, as it was thick like watery oatmeal, but he managed. Once he’d eaten up most of the supply, Sarah was only too happy to spit down another dollop, some of which splattered onto her Boogie’s head.

But still he drunk it. After all, he’d already fallen this far. If this was how to survive, who was he to be picky?

Amy, with plans to leave Nadia in Sarah’s care while she went away for the weekend, was brief yet emphatic in her goodbyes. The lanky brunette entered the backdoor of the house, peeled Nadia out of her sweaty shoe, French-kissed her head, then left the hapless little pet in the kitchen, without a chaperone.

Nadia shivered, naked and cold, on the expansive surface of the kitchen countertop. Even the lingering goo of Amy’s saliva dripping down her back didn’t keep her warm. Her mind raced to possibilities of escape, yet up on the clear marbled plain, there was no way down from this formidable height.

It was inevitable. The eighteen-year-old would appear any second from her bedroom, and probably go into hysterics while trying to decide whether she wanted to smother Nadia in kisses or posit her head between her giant toes. At this size, there was so little choice involved in one’s fate. Nadia was simply destined to be a victim, it seemed, for as far forward as she could imagine: used again and again as a toy and human-gerbil for air-brained adolescents with an obsession over pampering their feet.

A door slammed from somewhere unseen, followed by confident footsteps of rubber-platformed gym sneakers. Instantly, Nadia assumed it was Sarah. She recognized the sound of that self-assured gait, or at least she thought she did. When a giant figure appeared in the doorway, it most certainly was not the giddy young mistress of Matt and Nadia’s lives, but in fact, an adult woman. Though Nadia had never seen this forty-something buxom blonde silicon valley-type before, one look at the woman’s face told her exactly who she was.

“HELP ME!” Nadia screamed to Sarah’s mother. For a full year, her cries for aid had been exclusively interpreted by Sarah and Amy as pleas to be massaged along a grimy feminine sole. Perhaps an actual fully-developed grown-up, like Nadia herself, could understand her language. “Please, can you see me? Over here!”

“Oooohh, now what’s this?” Sarah’s mother murmured. She gave her spaghetti strap exercise top a tug, patting down the tight-fitting mesh cloth, and marched over to the countertop. With her luscious blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, Sarah was indeed the spitting image of this giantess, and what’s more, it was clear exactly where Sarah got her high-pitched and bubbly speech style.

“Listen to me, please. You have to help me,” Nadia whined to the towering torso of Sarah’s mother, who actually appeared to be listening. Once she started rambling, the confession came as well as the tears. “For… for an entire year, this girl… Sarah… she’s kept my boyfriend Matt captive, wearing him inside her shoes, and me too… he’s just like me, we s-shrunk, somehow, and appeared in your garden. Please, you have to do something. You have to make Sarah let him out. She uses us like toys, to do whatever she wants with. She gave me away, like… like I was a thing, and I’ve belonged to Amy for months now, suffering under her. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t-”

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest thing I’ve ever seen?” Sarah’s mother boomed.

“LISTEN TO ME!”

“My name is Evangeline, little one,” the woman declared; she drummed her manicured fingernails on the countertop by Nadia’s tiny feet, patterning a clacking noise with each repetition. “I knew my daughter had one or two pets, but I have to say, you’re even more adorable than she’s made you sound. Why don’t you come here, so we can get better acquainted?” Those fingers rose up, the wide fleshy bulwark of the palm incoming.

“NO!” Nadia sprinted off in the other direction along the countertop. She knew it was useless to flee. But perhaps, this woman, ditzy though she sounded, might take pity when she saw how much fear she inspired. “DON’T PICK ME UP!”

But she was disappointed. Evangeline’s maternal hand met Nadia’s bare back, and her elegant digits curled around, sealing the little woman up into a gentle yet firm fist. Nadia’s dangling feet left the safety of the counter as she was lifted up to the lovely blonde titaness’s face.

For a minute, Evangeline simply turned the tiny naked woman around in her soft fingertips, observing her pale form and wild hair. There was a mercurial glint in the giant woman’s eye: she was appraising, making judgments, all without speaking.

Nadia squirmed, but to no avail, as she was powerless against the strength of those long phalanges. She was held a few inches above the woman’s fashionably glistening cleavage which poked through her exercise top. An aroma of foggy perfume and flowered deodorant suffused with the undeniable odor of ladylike perspiration swam in Nadia’s airspace. The smell was different than the flavors she experienced under the other girls: Sarah’s sweat was sourer, and hinted with fruity soap, while Amy’s fluid was earthier and bitter from all her athletic training. Evangeline’s scent was mature, almost refined, but no less brackish at this range.

“You really are something, aren’t you?” Evangeline commented, talking more to herself than Nadia. It was becoming obvious she could only hear the meep-meeps as well from Nadia’s mouth. Either that, or Sarah’s entire social circle was made up of cold-hearted task masters. “Your little body is quite beautiful. I’d love to feel you, if that’s all right.”

Curiously, Evangeline’s delicate pinky finger caressed up Nadia’s leg. She didn’t wait to decide whether it was “all right” or not. The fleshy tip circled on the little woman’s stomach, then quietly massaged each of her bare breasts, before combing a fingernail with utmost care through her long hair. Almost as if she was grooming a doll.

“Please… s-stop it, now,” Nadia protested, but without screaming. She half-heartedly put her hands up in defense, but was no match for Evangeline’s giant fingertip as it explored her body, patting her butt cheeks and soothing her thighs. Eventually she just went limp and allowed the giantess to caress her body from head to toe.

The pathetic part for Nadia was that this was the kindest touch she’d received in months; while Sarah was well-meaning, she was youthful and spirited, and didn’t know her own strength, which led to many drowning kisses and overzealous toe beatings. Then of course there was Amy, the selfish grit-coated warrior-woman, who was more concerned with using Nadia as a sweat sponge than treating her with tenderness. By contrast, even if she was being intrusively violating on the little woman’s naked body, Evangeline was at least doing so without intention to harm.

Maybe things could be different now. Maybe, if Nadia endeared herself, Evangeline would see fit to keep the shrunken woman for herself. This wasn’t ideal, of course, but it was far better than being in Amy’s soggy leather Birkenstocks.

“My daughter told me something interesting, little one,” Evangeline whispered. She boldly placed her finger between Nadia’s legs, fondling her inner thighs, then stroking a line up to the woman’s neck. “She tells me you and the other little one are very fond of a particular place.”

Or maybe Evangeline was exactly like her daughter after all.

“N-No…” Nadia croaked. She shook her head and waved her arms dramatically, hoping body language might carry the message. “NO! We’re NOT!”

“I thought it was really adorable to hear. That you and whatever-she-calls-him enjoy being near her feet. You know, it makes Sarah feel so loved to know that she can be a place of refuge for her pets. Even if it is a somewhat strange thing to enjoy, but who am I to argue?”

“We DON’T!”

“Now, you can’t speak, so I’m not sure if you’re too dumb to understand what I want from you,” Evangeline continued. She stroked her chin in thought, then sauntered over to the nearest kitchen chair. Taking a seat, the woman crossed one leg over her knee and commenced unlacing her tightly-bound sneakers. Still, Nadia remained clenched in her opposite hand. “So I may have to do a slight demonstration for you.”

“Don’t put me down there,” Nadia mumbled, shaking her head and miming in the direction of Evangeline’s socked foot as it emerged from the shoe, wafting wretched steam and smoky sweat. “Please don’t. I don’t want to go.”

“Yes, yes, I know, you’re very eager to go down by my feet. Mine are a bit bigger than Sarah’s, so you’ll definitely have your fill,” Evangeline laughed; with every moment, her tone became even more like her daughter’s. “However, there’s something specific I want to try. I’ve just come back from a good solid session at the gym, you see, and it would mean the world to me if you could massage my poor tired feet. But I don’t just want you to rub them. I’d… like you to lick them.”

Nadia’s blood turned icy, like someone had poured nitrogen into her veins. For a whole year, she thought life couldn’t get any more intensely tortuous than the mere act of being trampled under a bare sole. This brought the horror to a whole new level. The very idea that she, Nadia, a woman who once lived an autonomous life as an artist and photographer, was now being asked to purposefully lick the sweaty giant feet of this idiotic golden-haired housewife, was just about too much to bear.

As Evangeline’s damp white sock was peeled away from her slender foot, the tanned flesh wet with hard-earned sweat, Nadia gagged and almost vomited. The smell wasn’t necessarily worse than it was before; rather, the transformation of her thoughts was turning the request into a hellish prospect. To endure under them was one thing. To actually have to participate by opening her mouth and placing her very own tongue upon the slick, briny wall of feminine foot skin was quite another. Soon, the other ped was freed of its shoe and sock, and there was a brand-new, stinking set of twin appendages demanding attention below. Indeed, Evangeline’s feet were larger than Sarah’s, closer in size to Amy’s than her daughter’s.

“LICK!” Evangeline said loudly and dumbly, as though speaking to a newborn baby. “I want you… to lick!” For reference, the giant mother pointed from Nadia down to her recently revealed feet, then at her own mouth, sticking out a long pink tongue and curling it upward, lapping at an invisible ice cream cone. “Do you SEE? That’s what I want YOU to do!”

Nadia burned with resentment. She hated being used as a human insole for Sarah and Amy. But somehow, she managed to summon even more ire over being condescended to so thoroughly. It was unfathomable that this woman could so easily scoop up a living humanoid thing she’d never seen before and instantly expect that she’d willingly drink her foot sweat. From the looks of the opulent house, not to mention Evangeline’s makeup, hair, and clothes, she was of the economic upper crust: a woman who expected to be given things without earning them, just because she was rich and important. It made Nadia absolutely sick, and she wasn’t even near those smelly feet yet.

“I’m not doing a damn thing,” Nadia snarled.

“Hmm. You’re making that precious sound again, like a little bird. Maybe you aren’t smart enough to understand after all. That’s what my daughter tells me,” Evangeline said. Her tongue slurped at the corner of her lips, and her eyes glimmered with promise. “I have an idea. Okay. Pay attention now, little one. What I’m about to do to you is what you’re going to do to me, down there.”

“W-What are you doing?” Nadia peeped. She watched as Evangeline luxuriously closed her eyes and opened her lips wide, extending the slimy, muscular snake of her tongue over her teeth. “NO! STOP!”

There was no preventing it. The bumpy tip of Evangeline’s spit-coated tongue lay flush with Nadia’s legs. This kind of molestation was past even what Sarah could devise, and again more in line with Amy’s penchant for testing her French-kissing skills. Yet this was different even from that. A low moan escaped Evangeline’s throat as she dragged her tongue with aching slowness up the front of Nadia’s body. The slippery organ seemed to widen the harder it flattened on the helpless woman, with fat drops of saliva trickling down Nadia’s legs and dripping off her feet.

When the tongue passed her thighs and nethers, Nadia couldn’t help but sharply intake air. The desperate desire for soft human contact had returned, and despite herself, the little woman was angry to realize she was enjoying this, if only slightly. Just for good measure, Evangeline’s tongue remained over the three-inch woman’s crotch, warming Nadia to the core and activating her sensitive zone with the bristling of sodden taste buds. Then, moving on, the tongue traveled further up, compressing Nadia’s breasts just enough to make her exhale again, and then finished by swirling the drool-slaking tip of the muscle around the little woman’s head.

Nadia, mildly dazed and frosted with layers of Evangeline’s saliva, quivered in the woman’s grasp. The greedy yet gentle-fingered giantess slurped her tongue back inside her mouth, and smiled cheekily at the little woman’s apparent reaction.

“I think you understand, don’t you, little one?” Evangeline said softly. She stroked her finger along Nadia’s now-spit-soaked hair. “You’re going to lick my feet exactly the way I just did to you. Be a good little girl, now, and show me that you understand.”

Staid, Nadia was lowered to the floor before the muggy altar of the gorgeous mother’s monstrous feet. Spray-tanned and sculpted by vigorous pilates workouts, Evangeline’s feet lacked the sport-weathered shape of Amy’s toes or the doughy texture of Sarah’s youthful soles. They were enormous, almost magnificent, and if Nadia wasn’t being told to lick them, she might be impressed.

Seeing there was no way out now, the little woman staggered forward, and pressed her miniature hands down against a big toe which was only just an inch shorter than her whole body. After the bizarre gift of that skin-glossing lick from Evangeline’s tongue, particularly over her breasts and nethers, Nadia was surprised to find her own mouth was actually watering. Goose bumps coiled her skin and adrenaline activated in her bloodstream.

“That’s it, now,” Evangeline encouraged from above. She took a swig from a bottle of water, refreshed, and granted Nadia another adoring smile. “Stick out that pretty little tongue of yours, and show me what you can do.”

Beside herself, Nadia paused. There was no other recourse. With the sweaty gridded flesh practically pulsating under her shrunken palms, and gummy sweat steaming up a gamy mist to the heavens, the tiny woman obeyed. She stuck out her tongue, and pressed it against the rounded wall of Evangeline’s big toe. One single lick, and her cheeks flooded with the flavors of Sarah’s mother’s exerted foot: that frothy perfume, sweat like distilled vinegar, and the loamy, lotion-treated flesh itself. A crystal bead of perspiration pooled in Nadia’s mouth.

The liquid went down easier than the diminutive woman expected. Swallowing her remaining pride, as well as another drink of maternal sweat, Nadia got to work. Her insignificant tongue scoured around the bulbed contours of Evangeline’s toe. She traveled into the crevice between, licking and even nibbling the beefy skin, rife with creamy toejam. When she was finished there, she moved to the next digit, treating it with the same affection. She plastered her tiny tongue to every square inch of Evangeline’s feet: every dip, every curve, and every sweaty wrinkle.

Nadia was disgusted. Inside, her baser instincts of defense roared for her to stop, but it was as if she was hypnotized by Evangeline’s eerily calming and loving treatment, offering unwanted pleasure in a moment when Nadia was so starved for kindness that she was willing to debase herself in any way to receive it. There was no fighting back. She would do anything just to be treated softly again.

“Oh, my precious little one,” Evangeline hushed. “You’ve got me thinking. What might Amy say, if her pet were to suddenly disappear? Oh, just think of the mother-daughter pedicures you and your little friend could give Sarah and I! No one would ever have to know…”

For just an instant, Nadia saw Matt.

He reached for her out of that silken boat of a slipper, crying for her touch. Nadia quaked with need. After months spent away from him, and away from any truly compassionate human contact, the shrunken woman was prepared to crawl inside that gunk-tainted shoe for as long as she was required: just so she could hold hands with someone again and remember that she, too, was a person, not a toy or instrument. Now was her chance, with Amy gone. Particularly after her encounter downstairs with Sarah’s mother Evangeline and her exercise-soaked feet, Nadia was ready to break the spell and feel a glimmer of normalcy again.

But it wasn’t meant to be. Even as Matt waved his arms, a massive shadow overtook him in the shape of a monolith and five waving globe-stump toes. The gigantic eighteen-year-old’s pinkish bare foot descended toward Matt. Those velvety, filth-glazed digits shoved their way inside.

“Back in you go, Boogie!” Sarah boomed with satisfaction. The teen queen laid her giant sole down on the little man’s back.

“NO!” Nadia squealed, running toward the shoe; at this point, the woman was prepared to dive inside under that heinous foot, if only she could reunite with him. She couldn’t hear Matt’s response, as he was already being pancaked down into the rubbery insole of Sarah’s slipper. One last nudge, and the girl’s foot sealed him away in the temporary coffin beneath her heavy sole.

“Awww… I’m so excited to see you again too, Queenie!” Sarah cooed. Just as Nadia reached the shoe, now helpless to join Matt, the inevitable bundle of log-like fingers came swooping down and snatched the little woman into her palm. “It’s been sooooo long, hasn’t it?”

As was to be expected, Sarah layered kiss after sloppy kiss onto Nadia’s abused body. This treatment lacked the sensual finesse of Evangeline’s tongue, and the little woman was right back to hating every instant of the attention. Hot air flavored of rancid morning breath smogged all around. Pillowy lips undulated and puffed again and again on Nadia, turning her over and smooching every square centimeter.

“Mmmmwaaah!” Sarah purred as she removed Nadia from her lips. “You know your old Mommy will always have a nice, big kiss for her Queenie, even if you’re usually gone away now with your new Mommy!”

Nadia wretched in the teen’s grasp. The sick part was that she’d gladly accept Sarah over Amy any day of the week, though that wasn’t a difficult standard to reach. Far down below, Matt was concealed under the ditzy blonde’s foot; Nadia ached with the knowledge that she came so close to reuniting with him, and yet that hope was stolen away so easily.
“I heard you got to meet my mom,” Sarah said with a grin. “You must really like her, cuz I heard you wanted to be close to her feet, too. She’s super nice, not like boring moms. But I bet you don’t like her as much as me, do you?”

Again Nadia was perplexed beyond the capacity to answer. The truth was that, as gently as Evangeline had treated the little woman, the domineering task required of her had so debased Nadia, entrancement or not, that she was now flooded with self-loathing over the act she’d committed. Even being touched on her bare body by the plush pads of Sarah’s ample fingers made Nadia cringe, and long for privacy.

“Looks like Amy took away all your cute little clothes I made you, huh?” Sarah observed, as if this fact had only just occurred to her. She turned Nadia over in her palm, using a single finger to roll the little woman over onto her stomach, and patted the exposed butt cheeks. “I hope you’re not too cold. Hey… seeing you without your pretty little clothes kinda gives me an idea, Queenie. Can you guess what it is?”

Nadia was despondent, face-planted on Sarah’s broad palm, while the girl’s curious fingers had fun pressing on the little buoyant bumps of her shrunken derriere. Gulping down the anger and remorse, the little woman took the good-natured abuse. She couldn’t begin to imagine what the giantess was hinting at.

“I’ve done it a lot with Boogie, and he really likes it when his Mommy does it to him. I bet you’ll like it, too! I especially know you’ll like it, cuz I like doing it by myself, too… you know, when I’m alone? Don’t tell anybody, though, cuz it’s embarrassing for me.” Sarah’s cheeks flushed pink in perhaps one of the first-ever displays of humility in her life.

After this clue, Nadia went rigid, still pinned down on Sarah’s hand by those probing fingers. Was the girl actually talking about what it sounded like she was?

“So let’s see if Mommy can get Queenie to feel nice and good, too, okay?” Sarah whispered. Her timbre dropped as close as she could to a honeyed lullaby. Now with Nadia lying flat on the mattress of her upturned palm, the girl wedged her gigantic pinky finger easily between her miniature pet’s naked thighs.

Nadia jolted at this familiar contact. Although she’d of course been held by both Sarah and Amy without her clothes on, this was the most specifically she’d been touched by either monstrous teen queen. At this moment, the vacuous adolescent was intentionally pressing her warm, smooth pinky tip right up against Nadia’s crotch. And what’s more, she was beginning to twist her finger like a gentle corkscrew, massaging the area as best she could with that spiraled print.

“Get off me,” Nadia scowled. The words came out of instinct, even though she knew she wouldn’t be understood. No longer held down by the weight of those pillared fingers, the little woman scampered forward on the platform of Sarah’s fleshy palm. It was enough to briefly escape the touch of Sarah’s insistent pinky, but there was no more room to crawl.

“Awww… you wanna play too, huh, Queenie?” Sarah giggled. Instantly her pinky caught up, shoving its way amongst Nadia’s legs again and tickling those tiny nethers, and this time, Nadia had no escape route; she was marooned on the edge of the teen’s outstretched fingers, while another intruding appendage caressed her womanhood.

“Stop this!” Nadia croaked.

“Meep-meep to you too! I promise the game we’re playing right now will be way more fun than the one where you pretend like you want to run away from me! Don’t worry, I’ll still put you down under my foot where Boogie is, once we’re done. But I wanna show you how nice this can feel, now that I’ve practiced so much on Boogie! I know it’s different since you’ve got different parts than him, but it’ll still work. You just gotta relax for Mommy, and let me calm you down and make your little spot wet.”

Though still repulsed with the thought of being deposited under the girl’s meaty sole as a “reward” for being successfully masturbated, Nadia froze. Maybe if she performed well enough, she’d be returned to Matt. It was still a tall order, but that possibility at least gave the woman hope. She was more than willing for the foolish amazon to step on her again if it meant fleeting contact with her love.

Sarah continued her assault. Her finger twirled Nadia’s body around, flipping her onto her back, to give that devious digit a clear target to rub. With incredible optimism and an anticipatory smile on her giant face, the blonde continued fidgeting her finger pad over Nadia’s constricted pussy lips.

“C’mon, now, Queenie. Start wiggling around for me! I know this’ll feel good, if you just think about how soft my finger is, and how much you want your Mommy to make you sploosh.”

The little woman did her best to blot out the sound of Sarah’s voice in her mind. If one thing was for certain, it was that she’d never reach orgasm by listening to the babbling, irritating commentary from her hostess. Unfortunately, Sarah’s presence was as loud as ever at this close range, especially with her muggy morning breath still seeping down around Nadia. The conditions were not ideal.

Still, as Nadia was forcibly humped by the giant eighteen-year-old’s finger, the woman did her best to focus on something, anything, which could make this process go faster. She conjured Matt in her memory, and the last time they’d had sex, the day before he disappeared into Sarah’s greedy clutches. Of course, that gentle experience was unsuitable as a point of comparison for this current sensory torment, because Matt’s entire body wasn’t nearly as strong or rough as the unhelpful teen’s curious fingers. This was more like being fondled by a punching bag. Just to spice it up, Nadia imagined her other sexual partners prior to Matt as well. All she needed was a spark of arousal, and maybe she could appease Sarah for now.

Yet still nothing happened. Her loins weren’t stirred, and not a drop of moisture was produced, which Sarah was obviously intent on seeing. The girl’s baby-blue eyes loomed ever-nearer, unblinking and waiting for some sign of completion. That ravenous fingertip picked up the pace, scrubbing firmer every second, which only made it more difficult for Nadia to engage.

All Nadia could do was lie there like a voodoo doll and let Sarah make her cruel attempt. The little woman hadn’t been made to feel so strangely lifeless in quite a while. And that included months of being continually trampled in Amy’s ragged Birkenstocks beneath volleyball-scoured soles, plus the bizarre and frightening taste-test encounter with Evangeline’s sour post-workout toes.

“Queenie, you’re not even sticky yet!” Sarah commented. She paused briefly in her masturbatory siege, and lifted her fingertip up for inspection. The girl squinted, raising an eyebrow in confusion at the dry surface of her skin. “What’s wrong, huh? Why don’t ya tell me, and then Mommy can make it aaaaaall better for you.”

“Well, for starters, you’re trying to rape me with your finger,” Nadia snarled with so much venom, it seemed impossible Sarah could read anything but malice in her tone. The anger dispensed in rapidfire bursts now. “There’s also the fact that you have the only person I care about now down under your fucking foot like you fucking own him, and I won’t get to see him again until I pass your sick fucking test. So if you have a good idea about how MOMMY can make it better, I’m all fucking ears, you stupid little bitch.”

Nadia wasn’t usually one for frequent cursing, certainly not when she was still a normal-sized artist without a care in the world, but she was now quivering with so much pent-up frustration and yearning to punish Sarah for the girl’s egregious misdeeds, it was hard not for her words to become poisonous.

Still, throughout the rant, that teenage finger never ceased its strumming rhythm. Rocking between the three-inch-woman’s thighs, stroking from navel to butt cheek, nuzzling and prodding at the exposed nethers. The rage in Nadia’s voice was unable to transcend their language barrier.

“Hmmm… yes, yes, that’s very interesting, Queenie,” Sarah spoke with a belittling mumble, nodding her head all the while, but clearly having grasped none of Nadia’s fury. “You want Mommy to be sloooower while she touches you, huh? Maybe more like this?”

The rough massage softened into something more sufferable. Sarah’s finger no longer intruded with the same force, flattening her subject into her palm, but instead merely grazed along Nadia’s sensitive skin with each pass of the curved digit. Though not at all titillating, it was now possible to relax.

Even now, the little woman still couldn’t bring herself to be aroused. The entire wide world around her, and knowledge of her depressing life situation, made it impossible. Here she was, surrounded by all the cotton-candy-pink hue of Sarah’s girly-girl cave. The owner of this flowery palace was currently seated on the edge of her mountainous bed, expecting to magically produce an orgasm out of an enslaved little naked woman’s body with just a few painful tickles, while down below, that same little woman’s beloved was gasping for life as he was continually mushed and molded into the giantess’s youthful, sweat-greased sole.

Even closing her eyes and fantasizing about Matt or anyone else entering her under normal circumstances couldn’t fool Nadia’s senses or pride. No matter how much she wanted it to end, she couldn’t bring her consciousness to work along with Sarah’s finger.

And, of course, actually sliding her own hand down to her crotch to finish the job was out of the question, too. If Sarah got the idea that Nadia was actually receptive to this service, she might never let her go again. It could just lead to infinite failed masturbation sessions, with the hopeful blonde airhead rubbing Nadia’s clit until her shrunken body turned so raw that she couldn’t feel a thing ever again.

After considerable time had passed, however, and Sarah obviously wasn’t giving up, the sheer focused friction of the sexual contact generated some miniscule liquid discharge from Nadia. This progress obviously encouraged the giant teen, just when the little woman was starting to hope she’d get bored and let her go. A fire alit in Sarah’s eyes, and she rubbed more vigorously than ever. Though it took a minor miracle of sensory deprivation and concentration, Nadia forced herself to imagine a tempting carnal embrace with Matt, and by strokes of muscle memory and being worn down at last by Sarah’s massaging onslaught, the shrunken pet convulsed, and climax was reached.

The teen gushed with joy, unable to make a sound at first. Her clammy hand quivered under Nadia’s exhausted, naked little body. Pride suffused from her adorable countenance.

“See! I told you that you could do it, Queenie! You know, maybe this is your first time, getting to play with your special area? I didn’t even think about that. You’re so beautiful and special and sweet, I just thought you knew all about it. But maybe Mommy surprised you, huh?” Sarah rambled. Despite bringing Nadia to climax, the girl’s finger still played on the area. “You don’t have to worry about anything, though. Once she comes back, I’ll tell Amy how she needs to start helping you feel good more often. She’ll still give you lots of fun foot-time, but you’ve also gotta learn that you’re missing out on the moooooost fun thing there is. Even if it’s private and secret between you and me and Amy. After a while, you’ll like it just as much as Boogie likes it!”

Though glad to be through with the ordeal for now, Nadia tried not to think of the heartbreaking implications in the fact that Sarah was, apparently, jacking her miniature doll-man boyfriend off on a regular basis, miles away from Nadia’s reach or aid.

But at least the worst was over, and there would be a rest of sorts, and near to Matt.

“Here you go, Queenie, just like I promised: you can hug and kiss Mommy’s feet for a while, and nobody will bother you, cuz Boogie’s already under the other one!” Sarah explained, crushing Nadia’s thin hopes in one fell swoop. She wasn’t joining Matt after all, even though they’d be separated by only a few inches and a wall of slipper fabric.

The cheerful girl pried her sole out of the unoccupied shoe, lovingly laid her second shrunken pet down on the spongy insole, and sealed the crestfallen woman inside the sweaty, squishy darkness with one drop of her creamy arch.

The modest swell of Sarah’s giant left breast rose and fell gently beneath Matt’s tired body. Taut pink bikini fabric splayed across the broad hillock, separating the man from the sensitive peak of his owner’s chest. They’d been out bathing in the noon summer light for the better part of two hours now, the giddy blonde titaness stretched out on a beach towel in the grass with her favorite toy being alternated between her boobs whenever the mood struck her to fondle him again.

Sun beat down upon both of them, roasting poor Matt to the point of peeling burns, though his gigantic self-centered eighteen-year-old queen was merely picking up a gorgeous bronze-tan luster. Still, despite his depression and post-traumatic stress disorder developed over the past tragic year, Matt was grimly thankful to be up on Sarah’s cleavage instead of down by her naked feet, for a change. As the humid temperature climbed higher by the day, he could tell even from here that sweat glistened down below, particularly between her toes, where his head would certainly be clenched again once she decided to transport him south on her body. Instead, for now, he was afforded the respite of creamy sun-tan lotion aroma and flowery deodorant, even if he did feel a bit self-conscious sitting on the girl’s breast.

Sarah ruffled her golden locks, flattening her hair down on the towel, then adjusted her stylish leopard-rimmed sunglasses on the end of her nose. She peeked at Matt where he laid over her heart, just to ensure he hadn’t slid away, then winked and smiled. There was always a glint in those eyes, like she was hiding a secret, even if Matt doubted she was an intelligent enough beast to keep up a real deception longer than it took her to find someone to gossip at.

“I’m sooooo glad to be out of school finally, Boogie. You have nooooo idea,” she wailed with exasperation. “This whole school year was so boring, and stupid, and all the time I was sitting in classes, Mommy just wanted to come home and play with you and cuddle you some more! I mean, it’s nice to be able to have you in my shoe so my foot can hug you all day long, but I still wish I could see you and hold you more. Well, now that summer’s here, we can! Cuz I’m not letting you out of my sight for even a second, Boogie! You hear me? Mommy’s gonna play with you all the time now.”

Matt, vanquished, nodded his head like all his vertebrae had been removed. What was the difference? What did anything matter? There was no point to feeling bad, or speaking, or resisting with even an ounce of effort. Whatever Sarah wanted for him was going to happen. His fate fell inevitably toward him, and for the foreseeable future, it seemed that fate was to be permanently attached to the soft, supple body of the adorable yet unintentionally dictatorial young woman who’d literally stolen his life.

At least it was summer now. Maybe Sarah would wear flip-flops and sandals more often, and he’d get a few refreshing gulps of oxygen in between being pounded like smashed gum under her rubbery soles and doughy toes.

“Seriously, I needed a break anyway, Boogie. I was getting a little sick of some of those girls. They’re honestly more like kids, I mean really, all the drama they start over nothing? Especially Candice. She just needs to be quiet for once about her boyfriend and all his dumb football score stuff. And Wendy, too! All she does is study, and then she rubs her grades in everybody’s faces. It’s like, stop it! We know you think you’re cool! I’m not kidding, Boogie, I bet you’d make such a better friend than some of them, if you were bigger and could talk people-words to me. But you’re not. You’re just Mommy’s cute little pet who makes funny noises and can’t get enough of my feet. Aren’t you now?”

Matt only listened so far as it was impossible to keep Sarah’s booming, jovial words from entering his tiny ears. Concentrating on her mindless rambling was even tougher than usual. Shifting uncomfortably on the pink cup of the bikini, Matt felt the heat radiating with increasing intensity up from Sarah’s breast, even noting the greasy introduction of lightly glazed sweat intermingling with the sunscreen smeared across her tanned skin. Though prone and restful, under these cloudless sun beams, the girl’s lithe body was still like a volcanic ecosystem, brimming with warmth and pungent odor laced between the floral stench of her lotions.

His gaze drifted across the horizon of grass blades, to the garden nearby where Sarah had chosen to sun-bathe today. Those same plants, now fully bloomed after going dormant for the winter, were the same flowers which first towered above him at the bracing moment of his rebirth. Not that he’d been literally born again, of course, but it was hard not to think of his life shifting into an entirely different mode from that first moment he shrunk to a paltry three inches. He’d been reincarnated without warning, transformed from a man with plans and the love of his life, and into a plush toy for this brainless, selfish twit of a teen who just happened to be large and strong enough to control his entire being. And worst of all, it wasn’t just his life that was ruined by this past year.

Nadia.

Matt hadn’t thought of her in over two weeks. It was too painful to keep torturing himself with the memory of his girlfriend, when he hadn’t seen her in so long. He’d thought Amy to be Sarah’s best friend, which should’ve at least guaranteed an occasional visit from the sky-high brunette valkyrie and her rancid Birkenstocks. While a sad compromise, usually Nadia was to be found imprisoned in those smoky leather shoes, crammed beneath those sweat-painted monster-feet. If only he had the chance to touch Nadia’s hand one last time, or the opportunity to see her again, even from a distance, he might be satisfied for a little while longer. Otherwise, there was nothing to look forward to.

“…anyway, Boogie, that’s why I wish half the people at my school would shrink real super-teeny-tiny, too. Not just so you’d have a bunch of friends, but because they were all so annoying, and loud, and stupid, and some of them were even mean to me, that I think it’d be kinda nice if I could just stuff ‘em in a jar for a while, or in a shoebox. Maybe even in my shoe. I mean, you like it inside Mommy’s shoe, Boogie, so maybe some of the dummies at school would too, ya know? There’s plenty of room for ALL of you under my feet!”

Matt nodded again. The universe was so unfairly stacked against righteousness, in his view, that he figured Sarah might as well own all of her shrunken schoolmate peers, too. It made just as much sense as did his cruel and inexplicable enslavement.

“It’s sooooo nice and pretty out here today. All toasty and bright, and we have the flowers right by us. I’m getting a really good tan going here, too. Are you, Boogie? Maybe you should switch sides on Mommy.”

Sarah’s hand came down, briefly shading Matt from the summer sun, then pressed down on his body, pinning him into the bulbous pad of her breast. Long fingers curled around his legs, and dragged him across the shallow valley of her bust. Matt’s arm became tangled in the spaghetti strap linking the cups, but he was quickly disconnected and splayed across the opposite hill for an equal tanning.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, Boogie,” Sarah said, petting him with her thumb. “Amy and I are officially done now. Completely and forever! No talking, no texting, no seeing. I never even wanna THINK about her face again!”

At this, Matt was shaken from his waking comatose state, quaking under the girl’s possessive fingertip. What did she just say?

“I’m sure you’re upset, cuz you probably aren’t gonna see your favorite little sister Queenie ever again, either. And Mommy’s sad about that, too! I wish I’d never given stupid Amy one of my pets. I don’t know what I was thinking! I mean, we were BFFs, you know? But she still went and got Bobby to cheat on me with her! Like, I heard they were kissing, and everything. Can you believe that, Boogie? So we won’t be seeing that bitch again!”

Bitterly, Matt had to admit to himself that he could indeed believe that. Given how Sarah treated her so-called boyfriend, plopping her feet on him like her personal stool, and wagging her cooing lips at him with gross pet-names, it was no wonder the boy wanted out.

Meanwhile, the real bombshell was still setting in for Matt. If the girls were cut off, there was no chance of seeing Nadia again as long as he lived. He’d once believed he would rather know the answer definitively whether or not he’d be reunited with her, but now that it had happened and Matt had the cold hard truth, he very much wished to remain in ignorance again. At least there was the faint hope before. Now, there was literally no future. He might as well turn into an inanimate doll/sole-pad, for that was all he was worth as entity.

Or he could run. One last time.

That elegant finger was still swirling itself on Matt’s stomach, toying with his legs and flirting with the possibility of tickling his crotch. By the smug smirk on Sarah’s pouty lips, it seemed she was thinking that way, too. However, when next the girl’s digit rose toward his head, Matt acted, impulsively and with nothing left to lose. Latching his jaw as far as he could around the rounded bulge of her fingertip, he bit hard. In that instant, when in surprise rather than pain, Sarah withdrew her hand from Matt’s tiny body, he made his move.

Awkwardly, the puny man stumbled down the hillside of Sarah’s breast, running over the crest of her shoulder, then plunged into the grass below. The landing was rough, but he took off as soon as he hit earth. Sarah, bewildered by her pet’s nibble, was pushing her sunglasses through her blonde locks for a better look at her fingertip, but by then, Matt was in the wind. He took long strides, hardly conscious of his rapid breathing, until he’d made it to the garden.

This is it, Matt thought. This is the end.

He sprinted between the green flower-trunks, feeling a bit like Jack wandering through the giant’s cloud kingdom at the top of the beanstalk. There was a gutter pipe in his peripheral, running alongside the neighbor’s house. If he could just take refuge inside there for long enough that Sarah lost his trail, he’d have a shot at liberty and maybe, with a stroke of insane luck, tracking down Nadia. Abruptly, the brilliant hope of his future, a real one, came flying back in full force. Matt wanted this more than anything he’d ever wanted in his whole life.

“Oooh, Boogie! You’re such a funny little thing, wanting to play hide-and-seek with Mommy out here! Well, you better hide good, cuz I’m gonna find you and take you back, you just wait and see. Hmm… where, oh where, did my precious little Boogie go?”

Flower stems bent and cracked as Sarah’s powerful hands came crashing through the overbrush. Between the leafy poles, Matt saw her massive form looming and lumbering in search of him. Those opal-blue eyes darted curiously. Grass blades bowed between her scrunching toes as her sole came down hard in the soil, mashing it flat, and clearing away debris. There was something violently unsettling about watching that godlike teenage body deforesting the garden with such raw strength and impunity, and knowing it was him, and only him, she was looking for. Little else in existence could make him feel so truly small and helpless.

Matt’s top running speed was a pathetic match for Sarah’s quick eyes and sharp reflexes. The shadow of her fingers collided with his limbs, and that blossoming hope of escape was squelched in a single diabolical instant as the girl’s warm hand cinched firmly back around her three-inch toy, caging Matt between her digits and lifting him up into the air.

He was so close.

The way out was there, right in front of him for the taking, and it was gone now. Tears flowed freely down Matt’s cheeks before he even noticed, so deep was his distraught downfall into newfound depths of misery. He was swaddled roughly against Sarah’s pillowy palm and her generous fingers, delivered directly in front of her elated face. There was that all-to-familiar smile, glistening teeth and puffy pink lips glossed with cherry spread, and bookended by those relentlessly cute dimples. Such joy and pride packed into one innocent grin, and yet in this moment, Matt had never felt more animal hatred for any being in the universe.

“How could you just give her away?” Matt croaked as his self-appointed teenage goddess gripped him in front of her astronomic face. “Nadia isn’t some thing. She’s not a doll, or a toy, or an insect, she’s a human. A HUMAN. And so am I, you colossal fucking bitch.” Hyperventilating, Matt felt the buried emotions of a whole year of softcore torture rising to the top like vomit. “What gives you the right to choose what happens to me, huh? Who made you the goddamn queen of the world who gets to pick who gets to live a real life, and who becomes your fucking toe-scum? Do you ever stop to think, for even a fraction of a fucking SECOND, what you’ve done, and what you’ve taken away from me? And for what? For fun? Because you want a fucking hamster? I mean, are you actually insane? Is there even a single cell of your disgusting body that isn’t devoted entirely to your own wants and needs, instead of someone else’s? Is there a goddamned HEART inside that chest, or is it all just fucking rainbows and cupcakes, like what’s in your empty fucking SKULL?”

Reaching the finish line of his rant, Matt heaved wearily in Sarah’s gigantic fist. Surrendering himself fully to her powerful grasp, there was nothing left to be said. He’d fired on all cylinders and given her the most candid piece of his mind. If she couldn’t hear him now, there was no chance of ever establishing communication.

The adolescent royal’s face trembled, blinking rapidly, her lower lip quivering. For just a shining second, Matt thought made he’d gotten through to her at long last, and she was processing the pain and suffering in his voice, mulling over her own sins: coming to terms with all she’d done to ruin most of his life and torment what was left.

“T-That…” she murmured. Moisture welled in her crystalline eyes. “That w-was… the… cutest… effing… thing… I’ve… ever… SEEN! Oh, come here, Boogie. Mommy’s gotta kiss her little baby.”

Like the hammer of injustice, Sarah’s spongy puckered lips rained down with furious love not yet witnessed by the little man entrapped in her hand. That ringed mouth collided over Matt’s head, bludgeoning with near neck-breaking speed, but parting just in time to catch his cranium between her lips. She slurped the little man’s head right inside her mouth, followed by the top half of his body, as her fingers fed the hapless pet into the squishy maw. Passionate suction squeezed Matt into the undulating tube of her flapping cheeks, her tongue spiraling around him in a dance as she showered every last drop of affection she could. Outside, Matt felt her happy tears dripping down from above and splashing down into her fist, sopping his already-slippery limbs while his torso was consumed into the mushy, strawberry-gum-flavored darkness.

It was clear that Sarah hadn’t absorbed a single word of his rage correctly. Instead, she’d interpreted his outburst as the single greatest show of love for her he’d yet expressed. It was fitting, really, after a year in the girl’s clutches, that his most important message be read in the exact opposite context. A final plea for help was taken only as worship.

Her slobbery kiss continued for several minutes as the bikini-clad Sarah hunkered down in the grass, letting her languid legs slide through the rummaged garden. While she continued smooching with pulsating lips and a ravenous tongue, her ever-probing fingertip wandered between Matt’s legs. Even in the sensory deprivation tank that was her suckling mouth, Matt was startled and anguished at this gymnastic multi-tasking. He couldn’t even offer the feeble resistance of fighting off her digit with his pansy arms; she had him at her complete mercy, with his top half swabbing her inner cheeks and graceful pink organ, while her finger toyed and teased his vulnerable dick.

Matt screamed and cried, violated in body, mind and soul. He whimpered for Nadia through the abyss of space and time, knowing she could never hear him as long as he was teetering on the edge of nonbeing within Sarah’s grateful make-out session. Sarah was coming very close to kissing him to death, literally this time. The throes of his infinite hell-nightmare were blissfully unknown to the teen queen, of course, who enjoyed herself, sunning in the summer glow, kiss-sucking her beloved pet and forcibly pumping his miniature cock between the velvety pads of her fingertips.

“Oh, little tiny Boogie… my precious sweet thing… you have no idea how good you are to me. You’ve made me the happiest Mommy in the whole wide world. It’s just you and me now, Sarah and her Boogie, together forever and ever. I may have been dumb and given Queenie away, but I’ll promise you something, Boogie. I’m never letting you go, as long as I live!”

With that, the last bastion of Matt vanished into himself; Boogie was home to stay.