Courtney Vance wore a soft smile on her face. Her eyes stared pleadingly upward as her nude body grinded against the air. Externally, she was the very image of lust of hunger. Eager for permission to continue slovenly worshipping this larger woman who now controlled her life.

Internally, however, she screamed and fought. Her mind tried to break free of the desire forced upon her, but it was no use. The chip implanted on her first day of employment did its duty without fail.

Brittany’s large fingers tapped at the tablet held in her right hand. She smiled as her digits worked effortlessly through the interface.

“Okay. You may proceed.”

Courtney felt her body stop humping and begin moving forward. Her eyes struggled to hold tears from, both, humiliation and the acrid environment which awaited her, but it was no use. Wetness trickled down her cheeks onto the floor.

“Thank you, Miss Dunham.” The words left Courtney’s lips without her approval as she crawled on her hands and knees toward the awaiting giant bare sole of Brittany Dunham’s left foot. Courtney struggled to take-in how massive it was compared to her. From their first meeting, Courtney learned that Brittany wore approximately a size 33 shoe. The foot eclipsed the world above as Courtney crawled under it. The soft skin rippled and wrinkled as Brittany’s muscles twitched underneath.

Brittany sat in her large leather office chair overlooking the French Quarter. The setting sun signaled it was time for the evening’s events to begin. She could just make out the crowds of people moving through the streets in excitement. Her attention soon returned to the floor. She watched intently as Courtney’s 4-inch body disappeared under her foot. Brittany’s thick toes, the nails painted in a pattern of Green, Gold, and Purple for Mardi Gras, wiggled, and splayed reflexively.

Courtney could feel the fear build inside of her but was powerless to stop. She crawled further under the  giant appendage. The world outside left behind. Her crawling came to a sudden stop. She craned her neck upward. Brittany’s large sole hung above like the sword of Damocles. She could see a light sheen of sweat and the skin was slightly reddened. Brittany had only removed the heels she had worn during the day just 10 minutes earlier.

The air hung heavy with the smell of leather and sweat as Courtney was forced to remain still.

“Um. Miss Dunham?” Courtney blurted out, unsure of what to do.

“One sec, hon.” Brittany spoke above. Courtney could hear Brittany’s fingernails tapping against the surface of the tablet.

Without her own input, Courtney stood up. Her legs pulled her toward the nearest part of Brittany’s foot, her heel. Courtney stood, unable to move, and stared at the skin. It was obviously well-taken care of, but that didn’t stop a small callous having developed. One downside of being so large was the wear placed throughout the body. Courtney screamed internally as she felt her mouth open, and her tongue stick out. Her face neared the moist, sticky skin and her tongue soon made contact. Her head bobbed up and down as she eagerly lapped at Brittany’s sole.

Courtney’s thoughts swirled inside her. Just a week prior, she had been plotting to take Brittany’s position at the top of the chain. She thought she had all the pieces in motion. She thought she had her allies in place, but apparently it was all a setup by Brittany. A means to root out those unwilling to follow her leadership. One of the many talents which had allowed Brittany to reach her current physical and organizational height at the age of 28.

3 days ago, Courtney and 15 others were pulled from their desks and departments and demoted.

If she had to speak truthfully, at Courtney’s miniscule size and at her own size, Brittany could barely feel the tiny woman licking her skin. There was a *slight* tickle, but nothing worth noting. Instead, Brittany enjoyed using the woman as a test subject for the latest Neuro Chip software version. How powerless her victim was against her pinky finger pressing an option on a screen.

Brittany toyed with the various check boxes, sliders, and drop-downs. Courtney was all but a robot for her to control.

45 minutes of humiliation later. Courtney’s mind was tired, but her body remained ever ready for Brittany’s next command. She had licked the larger woman’s soles, between her toes, and even the outsides of her heels. Her tongue was chapped and bleeding and her own sweat poured form her pours.

Brittany pressed the final button and watched Courtney crumpled to the ground.

Courtney fell to the ground in exhaustion. The neuro chip’s hold over her broken…for now. She struggled to stand, but her muscles ached too much. She remained prone. Her sobs could soon be heard in Brittany’s ear.

“Why are you crying?” Brittany asked from above.

Courtney looked up to watch as Brittany’s giant body leaned forward. She rested her arms on her knees and stared down into Courtney’s eyes. Her Blond hair was tied into a meticulous bun and her lips were perfectly outlined in maroon lipstick. Her blue eyes stared intently. Courtney had to admit that, as cruel as Brittany was, she was equally gorgeous.

“We all know how this works. You shoot your shot and if you fail, you find yourself. At. The. Bottom.” Brittany’s right foot tapped with each of the last three words.

“I mean. Did you ever think about how this might be the right place for you? Obviously, you couldn’t keep your little project secret so what made you think you could ever take my position?”

Courtney felt defeated as Brittany’s words bore down.

“I will say. You did get Ann’s attention. Hell, there were even some bets going to see what would happen. Francesca said you would’ve have succeeded, she would’ve personally given me to you as a bracelet.” Brittany scoffed.

Brittany leaned forward and rose from her seat. All 10 and ¼ foot of her towered over Courtney. The tiny girl laid in awe. How Brittany seemed to ascend for miles was simultaneously inspiring and terrifying.  

Courtney’s eyes traced Brittany’s body. Starting at the toes which she had become well acquainted with, her eyes moved upward. Brittany’s bare calves stood toned like something from an ancient Greek statue. They rose into a pink pencil skirt. Courtney could make the outlines of Brittany’s thighs as they pushed against the fabric. Continuing up to Brittany’s toned mid-section, a dark green long-sleeve shirt complimented the skirt nicely. Brittany’s cleavage poked out just enough to show off the necklace dangling between her breasts. Courtney knew it was her prized possession. The former Southeast Regional head was wrapped in gold chain and drawn into a cross. His body hung nude and limp as it swung into Brittany’s breasts and clavicle.

Finally, Courtney once more stared into Brittany’s eyes, but only for a quick second as Brittany’s left sole soon filled her vision.

Brittany lowered her foot onto the miniscule woman and worked her toes to grab the tiny being. With Courtney in her grasp, she maneuvered her foot into an awaiting heel. Her right foot followed.

“Sorry to cut things short. Got a meeting to make.” Brittany spoke to the tiny being now trapped underfoot and in shoe.

Brittany strode through the large doors of the office building out to the busy bustling with throngs of locals and tourists. Much had changed in the past 2 years. Vilecio’s Customer Loyalty Program had proved quite the success. Brittany was easily one of the tallest humans around, but many more like herself; and much more like Courtney now cohabitated on the planet. Capitalism had gone from not only a fiscal hierarchy but also a physical one.

As she walked through the streets, revelry around her, Brittany thought back on her own journey. How far she’d come in the past 10 years.

From a mousey 5ft 4in girl just making her own way at The University of Cincinnati to climbing and clawing her way to top her class, earning her masters, and then conquering the world of business. So many doubters and enemies from her past now hung onto her every word. Quite a few who sought to humiliate her now survived, literally, from the crumbs she left them.

Her heels clacked on the cobblestone streets as she neared her destination. A short ¾ mile walk allowed Brittany to take in the sights – as others simultaneously took in the sight of her. The joy of Mardi Gras filled the air. The Carnival season’s final week was ending and soon the streets would once again be much calmer. For now, Brittany enjoyed the calamity.

Thousands of people filled the streets and sidewalks, but all made seemed to part whenever Brittany needed through.

As she passed a small crowd, Brittany’s ears caught an interesting conversation. She stopped to watch.

“Never had a chance. Dork.” An over 6ft tall brunette towered over a much short, chubby, pale guy. If Brittany had to guess, she would say the girl easily had 1.5ft and 30 pounds of muscle on him. Easily fitter and with a healthy tan. They both were younger, no doubt down in New Orleans to enjoy a small break in their semesters. He wore a plain great sweatshirt with bright yellow Southern Miss emblazoned across. She had on a Maroon University of Southern California hoodie.  

“I. I don’t have that kind of money.” The young guy protested in a nasally pitch.

“No. Duh. I mean. Look at where you go to school.” The girl reached down and poked the sweatshirt which caused the boy to look down which she punished by quickly flicking her finger up and into his nose.

Laughter erupted from 2 other girls, no doubt her friends.

“Can’t believe you honestly thought you had a chance with me. I mean. Just look at us. Two completely different worlds.” She laid it on thick. “Now pay up.” She ordered again; her two friends stepped forward as if to enforce her words.

“Please. I honestly only have enough money for gas back to campus.” The boy cowered under their glare.

The brunette sighed.

“Ok. Well. Let’s do this. In the spirit of Mardi Gras. You can be our jester for the night. Go and fetch our drinks and anything else we need. You know. Keep us entertained.”

This earned laughter from her friends.

“And if not.” The blonde quickly reached down and grabbed the boy’s phone from his hands. “I’ll be sure all your other poor friends know how much of a loser you are.”

He tried to jump and snatch his phone back, but it was no use. Her arm held high. Defeated, the boy simply nodded his head. “Ok.”

“Oh yeah. Little Bitch Boy for Mardi Gras.” One of the other girls spoke up and stood forward high-five her friend. Her valley accent was like nails on chalkboard.

“I got some beads. So, let’s see what you got.” The other girl joined her friends encircling the smaller man.

He screamed in protest as the girls pounced upon him, but it was no use. Seconds later they stood back, and he stood up, now shirtless. His chubby body was on display for the world to see. Beads wrapped around his neck. “Damn. I was hoping they’d be bigger.” The original brunette spoke with a frown on her face.

“We won’t let that ruin a good night. Onwards!” One of her friends grabbed the beads around their ‘jester’s’ neck and yanked him to follow herself and her friends to their next adventure.

The crowd jeered and dispersed. Brittany smiled as she thought about her little ‘jesters’ all in their places under her feet, around her neck, and better her ass cheeks. She thought of them dressed in little clown outfits and chuckled. Might be something she would need to research. Her long legs continued their march. Her perfectly polished black alligator-skin pumps clacked against the cobblestones.

It was an oddly warm February night. Low 60s.

One benefit or detriment, depending on how you looked at it, to being so large was that Brittany’s body constantly ran warm. So cooler weather was always welcome. Though it didn’t stop her from perspiring easily; much to the chagrin of her miniature prisoners.

Brittany arrived outside her destination and stopped. She was to meet Jenn and Margot for dinner to inaugurate Jenn’s venture into the restaurant business. She stared up at the sign and smirked.  “Maison de l'amazone” burned bright with pink Neon into the night sky. Brittany nodded in approval. The building was an old 5 story mansion of a former shipping magnet. Due to the new average height, 2 of the floors had been removed to make it 3 floors internally.

Brittany stepped inside and was immediately greeted by a tall blonde. Still at least 4ft shorter than herself, Brittany could help but admire how great she looked. The woman was dressed sharply in a white shirt with black tie and black pants. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail.

“Ah. Miss Dunham.” The girl spoke with a French accent. “Miss Nolan and Miss Campbell have been awaiting your arrival. Please follow me.”

Brittany followed the tall, but still much smaller woman, through the dining room. Other patrons, some of ‘normal’ heights others much larger stared in awe at Brittany. Those in the know knew who Brittany Dunham was and seeing her in person was practically like seeing a celebrity. She smiled internally as she felt the jealousy and admiration and fear from the restaurant’s patrons.

The maitre d' led Brittany up two flights of stairs to a massive wooden door. A large brass plate on the door read “The Hippolyta Room”. The shorter woman turned a shiny brass doorknob and pushed the door open.

“Miss Nolan. Miss Campbell. Miss Dunham has arrived.” The maitre d' motioned Brittany into the room. Brittany stood giddily before her two best friends as the door was shut behind her. It had been nearly 4 months since all 3 were in the same room.

Jenn had left Vilecio to pursue different passions. The 8ft tall girl had gone on to become a travel blogger, exploring some of the most beautiful locations in the world. Her travels had introduced her to food culture when she decided to train as a chef and desired to open her own restaurant. With mentoring from Margot and Investment from Brittany, Maison de l'amazone was born.

Margot, meanwhile, found herself promoted as the VP of Marketing for Eastern Europe. She had relocated to Budapest. Brittany was so happy to see all 9ft of her in this room.

Brittany threw her hands up in the air and screamed. He feet stamped the ground forcefully – to Courtney and the other living insoles’ disdain.

Jenn and Margot returned the energy.

All three women screamed, hugged, and cried for the next 5 minutes until finally settling down into large leather lounge chairs.

Brittany stared across the room and smiled at Jenn. It been nearly 1.5 years since the two had met in person. The woman whom she considered like a little sister had grown beautifully. Her red hair was cut in a mid-length bob. Her green eyes gleamed. She wore Purple a V-neck T-shirt which showed off her toned arms. Frayed capris hugged her legs and her feet wore plain black flip flops. A typical laid-back Jenn outfit. Brittany couldn’t help but notice Heather Jones’ face between Jenn’s right big and second toe.

“Didn’t lose her?” Brittany asked gleefully as she pointed to Jenn’s foot.

Jenn smiled, “I would never! Greatest gift I ever received. And every time I look at her, I think of you.”

Brittany blushed and then turned her attention to Margot whose brown hair hung just past her shoulders in a loose style. She wore a black shirt, khaki pants, and black ankle sneakers.

Margot already knew what her former direct manager was thinking, “Don’t worry. He’s choking on my toe jam as we speak. Ain’t no way I’m gonna let my ‘big’ bro escape living this down every family holiday.”

“And what about your menagerie?” Jenn asked teasingly, referring to the vast number of people Brittany had acquired in her climb to the top.

“Oh. Here and there. Underfoot. Under seat. Underarm.” Brittany replied with a laugh.

Sure enough, all her ‘friends’ were still around:

Lauren, Hailey, Damien, Roger, and Lyle, all assisted Courtney with ‘supporting’ Brittany. Their minuscule bodies all fit perfectly under her 2ft long soles.

Ben had lived as Brittany’s butt-plug going nearing 3 years. While Regina, as a reward, was on pussy duty.

A place for everyone and everyone in their place.

A knock came at the door, pulling the trio from their conversation.

“Entrer!” Jenn answered in French.

The maitre d' entered holding a silver tray with three fluted champagne glasses. “Drinks for you.” She spoke with her thick accent.

“Merci, Ember.” Jenn replied with her own French and took a glass from the tray. She motioned Ember to go to Brittany and then Margot.

Once the tray was empty of drinks, Ember turned to Jenn and bowed at the waist. She then left the room.

“Fancyyyy.” Brittany noted as she took a sip from her glass and looked at Jenn.

“Isn’t she cute?” Jenn asked, slightly blushing.

“Indeed.” Brittany answered with Margot nodded as well.

“I met her during my first trip through France. She came up to me in a bar one night and we hit it off. She mentioned she had never been with a géante before, so I gladly showed her the benefits.” Jenn said with a wink. “Unfortunately, much like the stereotypes of her male compatriots, she is indeed a lover.” Jenn looked forlornly into her champagne as Brittany and Margot listened intently.

“But she begged. Oh, how she begged for me to give her another chance. And you both know the softy I am…”Jenn took a sip from her glass. “So I offered her a deal. She had just completed hospitality school. I told her if she worked for me for two years, I’d continue to be her géante.”

“And how’s she doing.” Margot asked.

“So far so good. It is cute how much she wants to make me happy. I didn’t even ask for these.” Jenn held up her near empty glass. “And beside. If she doesn’t…” Jenn lifted her shirt to reveal a SMOL device holstered at her side and gave a wink.

“Jenn! I didn’t take you for a packer!” Brittany shouted, sounding both surprised and pleased.

“Oh absolutely. One would think a lot of people would shy away from challenging an 8ft person, regardless of sex, but you still have those idiots who think they can take me. Had to use it twice already since being back stateside. Luckily it was in Texas, so no issues with the law, but it wasn’t fun.” Jenn sat back in her chair with her now empty glass.

“Go on.” Margot leaned in intently.

“I was traveling through East Texas and stopped at a small diner in BFE for some food. Shortly after I arrived, this group of 5 oil workers came in. You know the type, early 20s, ‘tough’ job, more money than they know what to do with. And this was before the Customer Loyalty program and SMOLs were more commonplace so there was a lot less of ‘us’ around.” Jenn motioned to herself, Brittany and Margot.

“Anyways. The biggest of the group, but still a foot and a half shorter than me,” Jenn smirked, “came over to my table and tried to butter me up. Talked about how gorgeous I was and was like a giant angel, blah blah. Now, mind you, he was covered in grease, oil, and sweat and smelled like crap. So I was in no way interested even if his words did find their mark. In no uncertain terms, I told him I wasn’t interested, but he persisted. That’s when he started getting aggressive, started talking about how much he made. Which, by the way Britt, was less than I made as an intern with Vilecio. And then how I was a freak anyways. I wasn’t too scared as I knew I could take him, but with his 4 other friends, I wasn’t as sure.”

Margot and Brittany listened intently.

“Finally. I decided I had enough and decided to leave. That’s when he wanted to try to block my exits every time I moved. I was already thinking of using the SMOL, but didn’t want to frighten the other patrons. He left me no choice. It was like something out of an old western, y’all…” Jenn was obviously reliving the moment in her head. “…I pulled out the SMOL and warned him I would use it if he didn’t move. He dared me. So…boom.” Jenn smiled. “One steaming pile of clothes later, his friends were screaming and shouting. They threatened me as well, but one wave and they stayed back. They could only watch as I dropped their tiny buddy in my cowboy boot, put my foot back in, left a $100 on the table and strolled out of there…”

“BAD. ASS!” Brittany screamed, proud for her ‘sister’.

“Poor guy sweltered under my foot until I had settled down. Unfortunately for him, that took about two days. By the time I was done with him, he was a babbling crying mess. His words were completely incoherent. I had gotten the name of the company he worked for off the truck he and his buddies arrived at the diner in. I also took his work badge. Fortunately for him, they had an office in Abilene. I still remember the look on the receptionist’s face when I came in and handed her his badge and then him. I explained what transpired and left. No clue what happened after that.”

Margot clapped proudly followed by Brittany.

“You mentioned using it twice in Texas?” Brittany asked, eager for another story.

“I’ll save that for another time.” Jenn winked.

“Oh you’re not fun.” Brittany stuck her tongue out at Jenn and then turned to Margot. “I’ve heard of some of your escapades across the ocean. Got SMOL legalized in most of Europe?”

“The fucking Dutch and Swedes and their damn ‘human rights’ laws.” Margot spat. “But yeah, really got most of them to accept this wonderful piece of tech. Poland really took to it. They implemented a social program where all Criminals are given a SMOL conviction and then sent to fellow citizen for ‘rehabilitation’.”

“Oh yeah! I remember. See billboards for that when I was travelling through Gdansk and Warsaw.” Jenn added.

“And it looks like you’ve had your own things going on.” Margot pointed to Brittany’s necklace.

“Oh. Him?” Brittany’s raised her right hand and played with her human necklace like she would with any other piece of jewelry. “Phil LeMois.”

“THE Phil LeMois?” Margot asked in surprise.

“Who?” Jenna sked.

Margot turned to her, “Former Southeast Regional head. Was out of the Atlanta office. Apparently Ole Britty hear had quite the past two years….”

Brittany sighed, “So here’s what happened…”

“If y’all remember that Christmas shortly after I turned 26. Phil had sent me a present congratulating me on leading the New Orleans location and wishing me all the best. Which I thought was nice. However, things only increased from there…”

Margot and Jenn listened intently.

“He was finding more and more excuses to contact me and have remote meetings. Finally, he had me out to Atlanta for an in-person meeting. I still remember it. All 12ft of him, I hadn’t had a man made me feel that petite since my senior year of college, before I started working at Vilecio. And Margot, you know what I’m talking about here, his deep brown eyes and thick hair and jawline and pecs….”

“Okay. Lover girl.” Margot snapped her fingers.

“Anyways. We became a ‘thing’. For about 6 months we were happy, but a meeting with HR changed everything. They informed us that since he was my direct superior, we couldn’t technically ‘date’, but if one of us were to leave the company then there would be no issues. This is where it all started to go downhill. He kept asking me to leave ‘for us’, but I refused. You both know how much I love my job and all the ideas I still have on improving things. We still dated, but the animosity was there. I knew that he was trying to force me out and he knew that I wasn’t going anywhere. I didn’t really want his job, I knew I still had growing to do as an individual, but 3 months later after battles here and there, Francesca decided to give me his role and advised him to take a step back….”

“Oh goodness.” Margot was salivating at the juiciness of the story.

“I mean. It wasn’t a huge demotion for him. He was still a 9footer. Only 1 foot shorter than me, but that apparently broke him. I thought this would be the end of it and we could finally move on. I knew the relationship was unsalvageable but figured we could still be fine at work. However, he couldn’t let it go. I watched him sabotage himself. It broke my heart. I tried to protect him, but due to our past, HR would only let me get so involved in decisions…”

Tears formed in Brittany’s eyes. The first time Jenn or Margot saw her feel somewhat sad for another person at Vilecio.

“Each quarter, he fell down the ladder. I remember visiting the Atlanta office and seeing how far he’d gone. Jenn, you remember Kelly?” Brittany asked.

“How could I forget. She was ruthless. I was so scared of her becoming my boss one day.” Jenn shuddered at the though of the Tom Boy from Brooklyn lording over her.

“Well, she’s now the head of our East-Coast B2B Sales. 8ft. Just like Margot.” Brittany spoke matter-of-factly. “That day, I saw just how far Phil had fallen. A 2footer. 1 step above being completely full demotion. Kelly had just completed her morning workout and was catching up on emails when I walked in. I still remember the scene as if it just happened. Her legs we propped up on one of her ottomans and at the end, Phil was sucking on one of her heels. Her toes with New York Yankees logos wiggled so relaxed. I had to maintain professionalism as I spoke to Kelly and congratulated her and told her how proud I was of her. She didn’t know Phil and I’s past, but this didn’t make it any easier. The worst part was when he and I locked eyes briefly. I didn’t feel happy, or sad, I felt nothing. It was truly like he was just another piece of company property to me in that moment.”

Margot nodded in understanding.

“Kelly offered me his services, but I refused. Made up some lies about being in a time crunch. Though I often replay it in my head, I still can’t feel anything for him.” Brittany sighed and then continued, “About a month ago I got word that Phil had been fully demoted after trying to attack Kelly. Rumor has it that she had to sit on him until security arrived. I don’t know if it was out of pity or greed, but I quickly submitted my claim for Phil. I don’t feel any need to punish or put him to work like the others. I feel like he’s gone through enough. Now I just wear him near my heart. A reminder to stay focused on myself and also what may have been.”

Jenn wiped tears from her eyes.

“Oh Britt…” She consoled her former boss.

“New York Yankees?” Margot asked aloud, her mind obviously elsewhere. “I got her Mets tickets for her promotion gift. FUCK.” This served to lighten the mood as Brittany and Jenn both busted into laughter.

Brittany opened her eyes and groaned. A wild night out with Jenn and Margot was always fun, however, though she could drink much more than she could in college. Her large paycheck and night out with the girls made for a dangerous combination. She was thankful Ann let her close the New Orleans office through Mardi Gras. A long 4-day weekend lay ahead.

Lying on the super-king mattress, Brittany groaned and rolled onto her left side. Her arm reached out and grabbed her phone. The screen read 10:18AM. She also had a lot of missed messages. She rolled onto her back and groaned once more. She smiled softly; she couldn’t remember the last time she slept so late. Ever since Phil was turned into a trinket, her days and nights had been all Vilecio. It was nice to have a night of chaos that wasn’t work related for once.

Phone in hand, she opened her V-messaging app. The latest message was from Margot 45 minutes earlier.

“I’ll take good care of them!” It read. A picture of Margot winking into the camera with her tongue out showed. Her left hand held up by her face, from which two tiny bodies dangled.

It took a second for Brittany’s eyes to focus, but then she saw who the little creatures were. Hailey and Damien.

“Damnit.” Brittany thought aloud and smiled. She typed back.

“Try not to break them 😉.”

“I guess I better make sure everyone else is account for.” She thought to herself and rolled from the bed. She quickly realized she was completely naked. Her towering form was bare in her wall-sized mirror. Her hair was a frizzy mess, and her lipstick was smeared. Her muscles were a bit overaccentuated from dehydration.

“Damn. Last night must’ve been realllly fun.” She spoke to her reflection in the mirror. With a wink back from her reflection, she set to task taking inventory.

“First things first.” She wiggled her butt a little. “Oh yeah. Ben’s still where he belongs.”

She then walked to the bottom of her bead where one of her pumps lay on its side. She bent down and picked it up.

Courtney was home with her dog watching their favorite shows. It sure was stormy out, but nothing to worry about, she thought to herself. Suddenly her apartment shook. Courtney screamed but stymied herself. It shook again, and her body was flung from the sofa. Then again, across the room she flew. The shaking wouldn’t stop...

Courtney awoke in the darkness, her body tossed around from side to side. Moist walls contacted her skin.

“And behind door number one…” Brittany joked as she shook her right pump. It sounded like shaking dice in a cup. The massive piece of footwear served as a great container for her little pets, perhaps too great.

“Come on out.” Brittany increased her shaking until, nearly all at once, 3 tiny bodies fell into her awaiting palm.

Courtney screamed as she was spit out by the shoe. Her fall was brief, but still terrifying until she landed on the plushness of Brittany’s soft palm.

Brittany smiled “Lauren, Roger, and Courtney.” All accounted for.

Courtney struggled not to gag as Brittany’s hot breath, full of the prior night’s adventures, washed down upon her. Her eyes soon found something else to get teary at as Brittany lowered her hand to a more comfortable position. Her giant breasts hung above the tiny trio like two golden moons.

Brittany spoke down to Courtney who looked up in wonder.

“I know. You wish you would’ve gotten demoted sooner.” Brittany winked at Courtney.

Courtney burned with shame and wrinkled her face. This only spurred more teasing from Brittany.

“You know. I had a lot to drink last night, but I think I can recall you and Margot having a good time. She loved catching up with her old boss.” Brittany let the prior night’s events catch up to Courtney.

One thing not many knew about Margot, Brittany and Courtney being two of those who did, was that she was one of the select few to survive the demotion process. She had been demoted her first year at Vilecio. Forced to survive at 4ft tall and bullied by nearly everybody. Courtney took special interest in humiliating her. Margot spent countless hours polishing her shoes or cleaning her office. Courtney had stolen Margot’s office fling during this time, going so far as forcing Margot to act as a waitress during their date night at the restaurant atop the building.

As she and Brittany would both learn, Margot was tenacious. She impressed the right people and was quickly promoted to Courtney’s position after Courtney was promoted elsewhere. The two still saw each other in the halls, but Margot her best to ignore the, at that time larger woman.

The prior night, Margot learned of Courtney’s fate. To be honest, she had completely forgot about Courtney when she moved to Europe, but when Brittany pulled the tiny writing woman from between her toes, all the memories from her first year flooded back. Courtney’s blood ran cold at the smile which crept across Margot’s face.

Brittany also got to show off some new tech.

For just a few hours, Courtney was no longer miniscule. Brittany used the meeting to show off the new BEEG device fashioned by R&D. It allowed for the ability to increase the size of organic matter. For the remainder of the night and into the morning, the Hippolyta Room witnessed three good friends have the night of their lives while 4ft Courtney waited on them hand and foot, with Ember’s assistance.

By the end of the night, Courtney had cleaned Margot feet and shoes with her tongue. Served her any drink she desired and acted as the butt of jokes. The most demeaning part, however, was that Margot was granted the opportunity to program some phrases and actions into Courtney’s neuro-chip. And finally, Brittany gave her the honour of using her SMOL device on Courtney.

“I’ll spare you.” Margot said before pulling the trigger.

“…yep. Can’t believe she made you 2 inches. Could barely feel you down there.” Brittany gleaned.

Courtney was suddenly aware she was less than half the height of her palm-mates.

Brittany walked over to the aquarium where she kept her little pets and dumped the 3 inside.

“Alright. Gonna go shower. I’m sure Ben would appreciate some fresh air…”

Brittany’s footsteps shook the glass as she walked away. Her toned ass swung to-and-fro.

Courtney looked up to Lauren and Roger who stared down at her curiously.

“Hi, pipsqueak. Lauren beamed…”

Jenn struggled not to vomit. She regretted the night before as her lungs burned for air. Her daily run on the lakeshore. She was still reeling from the night before. Somebody had to remind her to not party with Margot or Brittany any time soon. Finally, her Vwatch beeped.

“10miles in 1 hour.” It read.

“Fuck.” Was all Jenn could say as she turned around to head home.

Jenn arrived at her Lakeside mansion. 3 stories hidden amongst the willows and oaks. She carefully walked up the aged stairs and opened the large front door.

“Honey! I’m home!” She shouted, drenched with sweat and tired.

Ember heard Jenn’s voice and shouted back, “Bonjour!” She put down what she was working on and walked to greet Jenn. She hugged her tightly. Her blonde head rested just at Jenn’s breasts.

“Okay. I see what you’re doing.” Jenn giggled and pushed Ember away from her sweaty chest.

Jenn smiled down at Ember. A ‘natural’ 6ft. Never shrunk or grown. When they first met, Jenn showed Ember a picture of herself at her natural height of 5ft 7in. Ember teased how she used to be a ‘pipsqueak’.

Jenn reached down and smacked Ember’s butt softly, “How about you go get my breakfast. And don’t you have to start getting ready for work?” Jenn quickly changed the subject. Though she loved Ember, Jenn still remembered the heartbreak she felt less than 3 months prior after she walked in on Ember and a Man sleeping together in Ember’s bed.

Both women were open with one another about their sexual preferences and desires, so catching Ember with a man wasn’t surprising. Early
in their relationship there were quite a few mixed threesomes, but Jenn was under the impression they were ‘exclusive’ at this point. The anger and rage she felt still popped up occasionally. Jenn’s dreams and nightmares didn’t let her forget.

That was the first time Ember had ever seen a SMOL device used in person. She’d seen videos of French police and military using it, but to see an individual wield that kind of power truly shook her to her core. The speed at which her bedmate was reduced to nothing burned into Ember’s mind. Through fear of becoming a victim of the SMOL device herself, Ember poured everything to Jenn. How she did love her and wanted to be wither her, but wasn’t sure if she was ready to actually settle down. This is when Jenn gave her ultimatum…

Ember walked from the kitchen carrying a sterling silver tray with a plate containing a 4-egg omelet covered in cheese, black olives, and green peppers; 5 slices of bacon; 4 slices of sourdough toast, and a bowl of oatmeal. Combined with a small cup of English Breakfast Tea and a glass of Fresh Squeezed Orange Juice and Jenn’s usual Saturday post-workout meal was complete.

Jenn sat in an oversized wrought-iron chair on the back patio of her home overlooking the lake.  The sun shined above. A cloudless, and warm, late February day. She soaked in the sun.

“Looks great as always, babe. Here…” Jenn spoke and bent below the table, “Take these upstairs to air out. Feel free to dump Heather and Mike in with Paula and Jake.”

Ember scrunched her nose as Jenn handed over her size 23 shoes. Ember could feel the heat emanating from them as Jenn’s socks were stuffed into the ends of each shoe.“Of course, my love.” Ember replied and walked away.

Still sticky with sweat, Jenn leaned back in her chair with the glass of OJ in her hand. Her bare feet tapped against the soft wood of the patio she watched Ember walk back inside.

made by her this morning and all the mess left by Jenn from the prior night’s fun was cleaned. Against the far side of the wall was a large. Two doll-like people stared at Ember from within.

Ember stood over the cage and carefully worked the latch on its top to open a small door.

“Hello, little ones.” She tried to convey she was friendly to the little ones, but dared not go beyond that less she upset Jenn.

From within the cage, Paula and Jake watched as Ember’s svelt fingers carefully pulled the socks from each of Jenn’s shoes. Purple  socks with purple shoes.

“I am sorry if this hurts.” Ember cringed as she dumped the contents of the shoes down into the cage.

Heather and Mike fell from within their sweaty confines down into the cage. Luckily, they both landed in a pile of sawdust.

Ember thanked whatever higher power that Heather and Mike appeared unharmed and turned from the cage. She continued with her tasks of putting away Jenn’s shoes and then getting herself ready for work…

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“You know I’m not going to go easy on you.” Margot spoke to the man who stared her in her eye.

Margot remembered how hard he worked her during her first year of demotion.

“Nor will I submit you for promotion at any point after this.” Margot added, trying to sway his decision.

“Understood.” He knew no matter what happened, he was a goner anyways. Best it be for somebody he was on good terms with.

“I mean. You’ve seen the way I treat people like you.” Margot leaned back in her chair and placed her heeled feet on the desk. “Maybe
you’ll be eating the gunk between my toes one day. And then licking the sweat from my ass the next. And then on Sundays, that may be armpit day.” Margot raised
an eyebrow at the man. “How does that sound to you?” she asked.

He sighed, “As long as I get to see my wife and kids.” He sunk into his chair across from Margot Nolan. She wasn’t making this easy.

“I mean. It will be on my terms. Aren’t your kids in college?” Margot asked.

“You know Tracey’s a senior at NYU and Jacob is a sophomore at Montana State.” He answered.

“What if they get internships here?” Margot poked.

“If it means I’ll get to see them, I’ll do as I’m told.” He replied.

“Nick. I’ll be honest. I do look up to you as a father figure. I mean, you’re the one who saw good things in me when I was demoted. If it weren’t for you, I could be the one having to do all that for another person.” Margot pulled her feet from her desk and leaned forward. Nick stared into her green eyes.

Nick Cole had been Margot’s mentor in her early years at Vilecio. He helped her grow into the powerhouse she was and got her in with Brittany. At 10 years her senior, he had watched her grow and thrive. He had watched as she surpassed him in size. He had wallowed at 8ft for the past years. Doing enough to not get demoted, but never getting another promotion. Margot had asked him to transfer to Budapest with her in an attempt to help get him out of his rut. His time, however, was up. Ann had enough. Luckily Margot was able to get the message to Nick for him to prepare, but his response had surprised her.

Nick gulped as he stared at Margot’s bare foot already covered in sweat this early in the morning in Budapest. A miniscule human being was wrapped around her pinky toe.

“I think you remember, Teddy?” Margot asked and wiggled her toes as if to wave Teddy to Nick.

“Your brother?” Nick asked in shock.

Margot nodded, “Absolutely. You know I got friends in high places and they heard that older brother had shunned me for some stupid reason.So here we are, big bro forced to hang on to lil sis’ every word.”

Nick was silent.

“So don’t think I won’t do whatever thing my fucked up mind won’t think of to you. Who knows, maybe I will put you on intern duty. Imagine working under Tracey without her knowing daddy is so close.” Margot teased.

Margot extended her hand, “Happy to help out an old friend.”

Nick took it in return and shook.

“Hey Nick. Gonna need you to pick things up down there. Got a meeting in 10.”

“You got it, boss.” Nick replied proudly. Margot’s confidence and authority impressed him. He carefully worked the rough skin from
her sole.

“So this does what again?” Brittany stared at the gun in her hand.

“That is the material deatomizer, but Mandy calls it the snot gun.” The blonde dressed in a baby-blue clean suit answered Brittany with a small smile.
Brittany raised an eyebrow. “The snot gun?” She asked and inspected the gun closer.

The Lab Tech simply nodded. “A lot of governments have been showing interest. Want a demonstration?”  she asked Brittany excitedly.
“Uh. Sure?” Brittany answered apprehensively.

“YAY!” The tech shouted. “Bring out the subject!” She shouted again.

From behind a one-way mirror, Brittany and the tech stared into an empty white room. An unmarked door opened, and a trembling man dressed in a yellow jumpsuit emerged. He looked relatively normal. Probably about 6ft. Maybe a half foot or so shorter than the lab tech. Brown hair. Brown eyes.

“Brittany. That’s Brad.” The tech explained and then leaned down to speak into a microphone. “Say hi, Brad.”
The man raised an eyebrow, “Amber?” he asked. “Where am I? What’s going on?”

Amber ignored Brad’s questions and turned to Brittany. “So, don’t tell anybody, but Brad recently dumped me. I pulled some strings and had him ‘enlisted’ into this project. Does that make him right about me being clingy and crazy?”

Brittany simply shrugged as she kept her eyes on Brad.

“Hey. Brad. Babe.” Amber spoke once more into the mic. “I’m going to come out to say hi. Don’t do anything drastic. Okay.”
“Don’t do anything drastic? What the fuck did you do, Amber? I told you we were done. I wasn’t going to have you ordering me around like I was one of your stupid interns.” Brad walked up to the mirror and pounded it angrily.

“May I?” Amber turned to Brittany and extended her hand for the gun.
“Oh. Of course.” Brittany handed the gun to the shorter woman with smile.
Amber then left Brittany and appeared out in the room with Brad. Gun in her left hand.
“Hey Brad.” She spoke.

Britany couldn’t help being amused. Brad instantly went on the offensive cursing and threatening Amber who stood at least half a foot taller than him in her flats.
“I’m going to need you to calm down.” She coo’d.

“Calm down? First, your sick company kidnaps me and then you come here with a gun threatening me? What are you going to do. SMOL me?” He stepped toward Amber.
“Brad. Don’t try to be tough. You and I both know I could easily take you without this gun. Remember last weekend? Spending the day as my chair?” Amber teased.
Brad had enough. Brittany held her breath as he charged Amber who raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

It made a sound like a clicking flashlight. One minute Brad was standing there. The next he wasn’t. Amber stood proudly and stared at the floor.
Brittany looked on in horror as all that appeared left of the man in the yellow jumpsuit was a small puddle of some sort of brown goop.
“Gun.” Amber held up the rifle in her left hand. “Snot.” She pointed to what remained of Brad.

“The gun breaks down the bonds that makes complex organisms, well complex. Instead you are left with the most basic components. In the case of mammals, a pile of neurons. Poor Brad is now nothing but,” Amanda stooped down and picked up the viscous glob with her right hand, “Puddy in my hands.”
Amanda squeezed ‘brad’ in her grip. He oozed between her fingers.

“We’re not really sure what exactly a deatomized person experiences, but based upon some studies and tests, we know there’s a form of consciousness in there somewhere.” Amanda then turned and walked out of the room. She was back standing next to Brittany in no time.  

“Brad. Brittany. Brittany. Brad.” Amanda smiled and presented the brown slime to Brittany who reluctantly took it. She hated this part of her job.
“So, uh, how long can somebody last like this?” Brittany asked as she held Brad in her left palm and poked him with her right finger. It felt like a slimier version of Silly Putty. She found it hard to believe that ‘brad’ was still alive, but it also felt as if the slime was grabbing her hand back, as if scared to be released back to Amanda.
“We’re not 100% sure, but we do know it doesn’t take much. To prevent starvation, if you want to call it that, simply giving about 1 liter of water and electrolytes a day seems to do its job.” Amanda tapped away on her computer, writing the results of that day’s ‘experiment’.

“Oh. So, like a sports drink?” Brittany asked, her curiosity growing. She held Brad up to the light and stared at the dirt and dust already stuck in him.
“Mmmm. If you’d want. Sure. The other girls and I found sweat works just as well.” Amanda turned to Brittany with a smirk.
“Is there a way to turn them back?” Brittany continued down her list of questions.

“Yesish.” Amanda replied. “The two that we successfully reversed the process on were blubbering messes. We eventually had to turn them back into snot, but we’re getting closer! Brad will be next on our list.”

“And if there’s no way to turn them back?” Brittany handed Brad back to Amber.

“They make great insoles.” Amber replied matter of factly. She placed Brad on the desk with ‘splat’ and returned to her work.
Brittany’s mind briefly flashed to thousands of people being turned into living blobs for others to wear in their workout shoes.
“Let me know if you need help with any Marketing.” Brittany told Amanda before leaving the tech to her work.

In her office at the top of the building, Brittany typed away on her laptop. Her mind flashing to the sight of Brad’s transformation and how powerless he was. She voiced these thoughts aloud. Her body stretched on a chaise lounge…

“I mean. Can you imagine how terrifying it would be. To have your consciousness trapped inside a blob, forced to be nothing but whatever somebody else wanted you to be. Absolutely powerless with no life of your own. What madness…” Brittany shook her head, “Be sure you really work the soles this time. Last time they were still a bit dry.” She ordered her latest slave without a hint of irony.

“And to top it all off. He was her ex. Like. Just being reduced to nothing because you decided to dump somebody.”
“Uh. Brit.” The voice spoke up.

Brittany peered over her laptop and moved her foot to show her slave. His body was covered in sweat. He had an eyebrow raised.

“Oh hush. We’re different. Work those small hands between those toes and I may let you take me to dinner.”

5 months. Courtney looked at the calendar overhanging the glass case she and Brittany’s other pets, slaves, trophies, whatever, inhabited when not being put to use by her. Courtney resented every waking moment, how casually Brittany commanded her and the others for the most demeaning tasks. She did have to concede that Brittany was a master at running the gauntlet of Vilecio. She gracefully dispatched rivals while also doing what was best for the company. Courtney could see why her giant enemy climbed the ladder so quickly. Courtney tried to find a way she could get noticed to get promoted, but her efforts were quashed by Brittany at every turn.

Worst of all, she felt like she was falling for her cruel captress. She didn’t know if it was the neuro-chip or not, but 2 days prior Brittany lent Courtney to her former intern to use. Obviously, a means to humiliate Courtney, but she felt more of a longing for Brittany than anything. Even as the girl had Courtney licking the sweat from her ass after a workout.

The New Orleans office had become one of Vilecio’s crown jewels. Its R&D team constantly pushed out products and services which raked in more money and more literal human resources. Their latest success with the ‘snot gun’ as it was called internally catapulted Brittany into the upper echelon of Vilecio executives.

Brittany seemed to know exactly how to frame the products for consumers:

Want the motivation to exercise more or work harder? Install a neuro-chip today!

The state of the world got you feeling scared and helpless? A SMOL device will make you feel 10 stories tall!

Militaries! Want to destroy your enemy without the guilt of murder? Buy 5,000 Deatomizers today!

Courtney was blessed with witnessing firsthand, often from the view of being wrapped around one of Brittany’s toes, the life the larger woman got to live. Extravagant parties where other humans were bought and sold like collectibles. Men and women literally throwing themselves at her feet just to be in her presence. The world yielded to Brittany’s whims.

Though she had yet to be granted a new title, Brittany quickly topped out at 12ft high. A monolith feared and respected by many. She was featured in Forbes’ 30 under 30 list and was rubbing elbows with nearly every elite one could imagine. Countless politicians would enter Brittany’s home to try to leave on the younger girl. They often left humbled by the 28 year-old. Many would find themselves under her when their campaigns failed to deliver.

During Brittany’s 29th Birthday, Courtney was in her usual spot around Brittany’s middle right toe but was surprised to learn she also shared the foot with Mississippi’s former governor. Brittany apparently had contributed big to his last campaign, but he did not win reelection. She, however, collected on her debt.

Those in Brittany’s inner circle found themselves benefiting from their friend’s meteoric rise.

Jenn was able to expand Maison de l'amazone to 3 locations. Margot found herself promoted to the COO of European operations.

Courtney’s attention turned back to the current situation. She and 4 others watched as Brittany manhandled a man on her bad. From what they gathered he was the star Quarterback for the Saints, Trevor Soledad, who were currently in a winless season. Brittany was considering trying to entice Vilecio into buying the team and wanted to ‘evaluate her property’. He was supposed to be their future after being their first-round pick in the draft, so Brittany was eager to have at him.

The 6ft 4in man appeared like a teenager compared to Brittany. Her massive frame and girth completely dominated him.

“How are you supposed to stand up to 11 big strong men rushing you, if you can’t handle little ole me.” Brittany teased as she sat upon her naked prey. He screamed in terror and attempted to claw away.

Courtney and the others watched on. She could feel her breath quicken as she watched Brittany’s crotch envelop Trevor’s entire face. His screamed muffled inside her.

Brittany bit her bottom lip and threw her head back. “Oh, that’s nice. Keep that up.”

This wasn’t the first time Courtney had witness Brittany impose her will on another full-sized man or woman, but it was one of the most aggressive times.

Trevor punched and kicked to escape. He landed a few on Brittany, but they might as well have been tickles. Brittany’s pace quickened and Trevor’s screams increased in volume. His arms flailed more until an unforeseen event occurred.

Due to threats from some political groups and men her by her actions, Brittany carried a SMOL device around for protection. She usually kept it holstered against her body, but in the heat of the moment it apparently fell onto her bed.

With his face covered, Trevor feared for his life. His left hand felt the device and he quickly fumbled.

“Hey. What’s that?” Brittany noticed just in time to dodge a shot from the device. “HOLY FUCK.” She shouted.

Courtney and the others all stood and watched the struggle.

Trevor, finally free of Brittany’s weight, rolled from the bed and attempted to run. He was quickly tackled and the SMOL went flying across the floor.

“Oh. You fucked up now.” Brittany huffed angrily as she proceeded to remount her victim. Luckily for him, he was able to grab the SMOL once again, but was stopped by Brittany. Right as he pulled the trigger, she slapped it from his hand. The shot found a target…

45 minutes later, Brittany lied in an orgasm induced haze.

“This is not how I saw the night going, but it works.” She stared dreamily at the ceiling. In her right hand, A 13-inch long Trevor was covered in her various fluids.

“So. Um. I guess this isn't going to help your chances with staying on the depth chart?” Brittany verbally poked her human dildo.

3 weeks later, Vilecio bought the team and cut Trevor. The 23 year old’s life was ruined by an uncaring woman for her own pleasure. Instead of calling up plays and leading drives, he was used as a recruitment tool by Brittany’s team.

The girls who used to swoon over him and wish they were his now didn't even know who he was or what he used to be.

Brittany watched happily as one girl streamed her interaction with Trevor.

“Oh my god, y’all. You’re not gonna believe this. Okay. So. Like. You know how I'm thinking of working at Vilecio? Well they really know how to roll out the red carpet.”

The girl turned her phone to show Trevor dressed in a male Cheerleader uniform with a large golden ‘V’ stitched on the chest.

“Ask them what you asked me.” She spoke down to the 1ft quarterback. Trevor's face burned with embarrassment. He went from being one of the city’s most sought after bachelor’s to this.

Trevor sighed, “Welcome to Vilecio. I will be yours today. For your complimentary pedicure, which color would miss desire?”

The girl squealed with delight.

“I think this guy was famous or something. He was like really good at hockey, I think? At least that’s what they told me in my initial brochure. But at this place he's my own personal servant. How cool is that y’all!?”

The camera showed Trevor and her wiggling natural toes in frame. She was amazed at how one of her feet was over half as long as his body.

Trevor looked up just in time to see a smile creep across her face. Her leg lifted and, next thing, he was in the shadow of the grimy sole of her Birkenstock.

Brittany watched as Trevor fell to his knees and held his arms up as if he were going to stop the 5ft 6in girl’s foot from crushing him. She took a sip from the tea-cup in her hand.

The girl placed her foot down to Trevor’s side. Her toes scrunched against the dirtied cork insole.

“Like. This must be so humiliating for him.” She addressed her viewers. “Let's go with Robbin’s Egg Blue, little guy.”

Trevor grinded his teeth. He wanted to tell her off, but knew from his training that it was a bad idea. He had the bruises to show as much.  

“Certainly miss. At 11:30 Miss Dunham will send you to our Office Spa where I will be waiting.” Trevor replied, just as Brittany had drilled into him. He was her test subject for her next idea, “Fallen Stars.” A spa focused on former athletes and celebrities waiting on you hand-and-foot. Trevor scurried off.

The girl stood videoing the lobby for around 30 seconds before she was cast into a shadow herself. She turned and her mouth fell agape.

“Hi. Brittany Dunham…” All 12ft of Brittany stood over the girl, hand extended.

Her mouth still hung open, the girl turned her phone to Brittany and panned upward. Her viewers saw a pair of Lavine sandals on Brittany’s Size 35 feet. Her toes painted in Orange wiggled. Tiny people were wrapped around her digits. A pair of capris and a blue t-shirt completed Brittany’s outfit. A human pendant hung from her neck. Her hair hung loose at shoulder length. She smiled warmly

“…and you must be TheBanksRobber…” Brittany replied with the girl’s handle which caused her to blush.

“Uhm. Just, uh. Robin, Miss Dunham. Robin Banks.” The girl extended her right hand which was engulfed in Brittany’s.

“Please. Just call me Brittany.” She smiled. Robin nodded wordlessly.

Robin knew all about Vilecio – who didn’t? And she had seen plenty of giants, especially in the past year as more people took advantage of (and fell victim to) Vilecio’s products and services. Brittany, however, was something to behold. If super models were expected to be 6ft tall, Brittany would be like an omega model, Robin thought. Absolutely stunning to behold, but also intimidating.

“Well, I’m super excited to have you. If you’d like to follow me, we’ll get our tour started.”

“How old are you by the way?” Brittany asked her guest.

“Uh. 21.” Robin replied.

“In school?” Brittany quizzed.

“Nope. Been doing this since I could first hold a phone. Influencing has paid the bills up to this point and I don’t plan to stop anytime soon.” Robin spoke proudly.

“Right on!” Brittany replied and motioned Robin into an awaiting elevator.

Robin was one of many influencers who Brittany was looking into to help pedal Vilecio’s lifestyle to a broader demographic. Robin would target a younger, ‘hipper’, segment, but Brittany also courted influencers in categories from lifestyle to home improvement, to food, to even senior life.

Throughout the tour, Robin was in awe. She witnessed all the joy of those who succeeded at Vilecio. Unlimited gourmet food in the cafeteria, free designer clothing, free phone and laptop. Brittany told her about how she clawed her way upward and how she’s happy to be an inspiration to younger people like herself.  Robin then asked about the shrunken people.

Brittany half expected the usual social justice questions. How could she do this to another person, what gave them the right, karma would bite them. Brittany had heard it all. Robin, however, seemed more interested in getting her own demoted people by being on Vilecio’s advertising payroll.

“Unfortunately, only ‘official’ employees get full benefits. However, I do extend an open invitation for you to come by and use any of our facilities as you desire.” Brittany once again gave her disarming smile.

Robin beamed at the thought of other guys like Trevor treating her like a goddess whenever she wanted.

“Oh. Speaking of…” Robin watched as Brittany paused and tapped her ear, “Just got word from the spa that Trevor is waiting for you.”

Suddenly two other women arrived, shorter than Brittany, but also younger.

“Grace and Amy here will show you the way. They’ve been working here full time for about a year each. They’ll be happy to tell you more about the company and their experience so far.”

As they walked away, Brittany heard Grace ask Robin how many viewers she had at the moment.

“Since it’s Summer break, my numbers are a bit higher than normal, but it’s about 250,000 right now.” Robin replied.

Brittany smiled at the thought of a quarter-million people watching herself present and then seeing Trevor degrade himself.

She looked down at her feet. Courtney Vance stared up at her from between her big and second toe on her right foot. “How about lunch?” She asked. Courtney’s voice came into Brittany’s earbud.

“Yes please. Miss.”

A week later, Brittany was watching the recorded stream of the tour Robin posted on her page. An image of Trevor carefully painting Robin’s left pinky toe was on the screen. Brittany pressed play. Robin was peppering the small man with questions.

“So do you like doing this?” She asked, obviously trying to get a rise out of Trevor.

“Yes. Miss.” He replied curtly, it was obvious he was concentrating not smear the polish.

“Why?” Robin was curious.

“Because.” Trevor replied curtly.

“Ever been stepped on?” Robin spat back.

Trevor paused and looked at the camera, “Please…”

“Eh. Don’t worry. Just want to make sure you know who you’re talking to here.” Robin’s hand appeared and waved for Trevor to get back to work.

The rest of the video continued on with Trevor giving Robin the full treatment, his hands applying exfoliant and Robin tossing out one liners. Brittany fast forwarded.

“Okay. Just as we discussed.” Robin’s voice came from behind the camera and then turned to her face.

“Thanks for coming with me on another adventure y’all. And remember don’t get caught Robin Banks or else you may end up like little soccer player here.”

The camera turned to see Trevor plant a kiss on Robin’s left big toe.

“BYE!” She screamed and the stream stopped.

“Great cameo little guy.” Brittany peeked under her desk to Trevor crying and curled into a ball as he realized that hundreds of thousands, probably millions of people, saw what he had been reduced to.

As Brittany exerted her will over the world above. Deep below in the R&D labs, they continued to work their magic.

The world was a hazy memory. He knew he was ‘Brad’ and that he existed as a concept, but otherwise his experience of life was merely perceptions of light and touch. His form shook from the bass of others’ voices when they spoke. He could feel it when they fed him. Otherwise, he was nothing. All his thoughts came and went. Memories of a past life would pop up and then disappear. What was left of his nerves worked in a limited capacity. Warmth is what he currently felt. The thought of ‘comforting’ flashed into his thoughts and then disappeared.

Amanda hummed to herself as she walked into work for the day. An ice coffee in her left hand, she sipped on it regularly to try to cool herself. One never got used to New Orleans’ oppressive summer heat, they only learned how to live with it. She wore tight-laced white air-force ones and blue-jean leggings. A white tee on top.

She tapped her keycard and waved at the security guard. A big gruff former Marine. She found it funny how she still stood inches taller than him. But at the same time, she also found him cute. A lot like Brad. She knew she had a type. The guard found her cute as well; little did he know just what her cute exterior was involved with.

As most of her coworkers ascended to their respective departments, Amanda descended to her world. Though she was low on the R&D totem pole, she still loved her job. Especially on days like today. Floor B5 shone on the Elevator’s counter. Amanda stepped out into the hyper cooled air of the lab.

“Hey! Ready for the big day!” Amanda was greeted by the chipper voice of her coworker, Amelia. A black girl just a couple inches taller than Amanda’s 6ft 7inches.

“Oh my god. Absolutely. Like, this is what every psychology student dreams of, right? The opportunity to probe places the human mind has never been before?” Amanda replied giddy as she sat at her desk and plopped in her chair. Her white sneakered feet lifted from the floor and kicked happily.

“Brad and Tanner are ready for their big day, too.” Amanda winked.

“Oh. No. No socks I’m assuming?” Amelia asked.

Amanda nodded with a grin.

“How long of a walk?” Amelia followed-up.

“Oh. 3 quarter mile. Nothing.” Amanda informed her coworker.

“In this heat!? Those poor fella-,” Amelia stopped herself. The R&D guys and gals were careful not to refer to the deatomized individuals as such. “Those poor test subjects…”

“Eh. Wasn’t that bad. I didn’t feel like my feet were sweaty. It was really comfy actually.” Amanda leaned back and finished off her coffee.

“Well, I’m not touching them now that they cooked under your funky feet.” Amelia held her nose.

Amanda stuck out her tongue and stood back up. She could feel Brad and Tanner’s forms mold to her feet. How good they felt honestly made her sigh.

30 minutes later, Amanda, Ameilia and 5 other R&D techs stood around a tank full of light blue liquid. A large version of the Snotgun hung above the tank.

“First subject please.” A tall brunette motioned to Amanda.

Amanda had removed Brad’s form earlier and placed him in a plastic tray. She looked down at the living putty and smiled. Her foot print was still very much visible in Brad’s ‘body’ and his body was slick with her sweat. She wondered how he felt about things.

“Cold”. “Uncomfortable”. Brad’s thoughts bubbled.

“Bombs away.” Amanda gave a dramatic salute and dumped ‘brad’ into the tank.

The blue liquid bubbled and frothed and then the ray hanging from the ceiling fired.

Brad screamed as he reconstituted. His body regrew at the expense of great pain.

Amanda stood with her arms crossed as she watched her prisoner of the past 3 months come back to life. She wondered how he would feel about her after this. If he even realized he was her living insole the entire time.

45 seconds later, Brad lay motionless in the tank. His thoughts went from “Cold. Scared.” To thinking about Amanda having locked him in this room. How pissed he was. It was if the last three months never happened. However, he felt a small emptiness as if he had lost something.

*thomp* *thomp*

“Wakey wakey sweat rag.” Amanda tapped the glass of the tank in which Brad’s nude body floated. His dick floated limply between his legs in the liquid. Brad’s eyes shot open with fear as he looked at Amanda.

The team pulled Brad from the tank and seated him nearby. Dried and dressed back in the familiar yellow jumpsuit. He sipped on a cup of bone broth as one of Amanda’s coworkers poked and prodded his body while another asked him questions.

“Look. The year is 2027. My name is Brad Bergendorf. I’m 31 years old. I live in New Orleans. My crazy ex somehow kidnapped me.” He shouted angrily.

Very good. Amelia calmly noted Brad’s response.

“So you don’t remember anything of the past 3 months?” Ameila asked.

“Why do you keep asking that? Literally 2 seconds ago I was standing in front of that bitch pointing a gun at me and next thing I know, I’m waking in a fish tank.” Brad kept a finger pointed at Amanda who looked on with no emotion.

In the back of Brad’s mind, the thoughts percolated. “Warmth.” “Comfort.” Brad closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

“Headache?” Amelia asked.

“No. Just. Just weird thoughts.” He shook his head.

“Like what?” Amelia looked into his eyes.

“Warmth. Comfort. Happy…” Brad stared at the floor.

“Interesting.” Amelia replied.

As they talked, a voice came on the PA.

“Ready for subject number 2.”

Brad watched as Amanda removed her left shoe. Her bare foot flexed and folded in the open air. Her toes splayed. Brad watched on, disgusted. He was unprepared for what followed.

Amanda pulled the blob that was Tanner from her shoe. His ‘body’ perfectly molded to fit her sole. With a ‘shlorp’ he was dropped from the shoe into an awaiting tray.

Brad watched intently as the mysterious blob was taken over to the tank and dropped in. Flashing lights, frothing, and deafening sounds occurred for the next minute. Brad couldn’t believe his eyes. Where there had once been an insole form Amanda’s shoe now floated a full grown man.

His eyes grew wide as the horror of reality hit him. He pointed at the tank.

“I -. Me. Her. What!?” He grew pale.

Amanda walked over to Brad and smirked. She stooped down. Her bare feet pressed firmly into the bare concrete floor of the lab.

“Finally putting 2 and 2 together?” She stared into Brad’s eyes. “That’s right. Tanner over there was my special little test for the past 3 months along with you. Anything I wanted to do with you, I did. You were powerless to stop me, in fact it sounds like you liked it.”

Brad felt his mind split. The memories of his life as a blob began to become more clear.

All the thoughts of warmth and wet, was that him under her foot.

“Now don’t be too confused. You both also made great bike seats. Oh, and when I got done fucking other dudes, you were very absorbent.” Amanda rubbed in how she had used Brad over the last 90 days. “And you oddly very useful for cleaning the lint out of my pockets and my dirty keyboard.” Amanda’s eyes cocked to the side, “In fact, you were more useful as that thing than you ever were as a man.”

Brad’s mind was torn. He wanted to fight back against Amber’s words, but he did remember how happy he was. Or at least he remembered he was.

“Turn me back.” He looked at Amber.

She simply laughed in return, “Of course we’re gonna turn you back you fucking idiot. Jeez, did you think you were being Mister ‘I had an epiphany’ and this was a movie or something? No. You’re mine, dude. I’ll turn you back, turn you on, turn you inside out. Your job is just to answer Miss Amelia’s questions here and be a good test subject.” Amanda turned and walked from Brad and Amelia, her bare feet smacked against the floor.

Brad turned pale, “Am I really going back into one of those things?” Brad pointed as another lab tech removed her shoes and the blobs within.

“Yes, but we got some work to do first.” Amelia replied.

Brad lay sedate on the table.

The next step in testing was to implant an enhanced neuro chip with an artificial nervous system. Testing had shown that the Snotgun left neuro chips and other non biological matter untouched. Vilecio hoped to leverage this discovery.

Once again, Brad walked into the white room with Amanda, Snotgun in hand. This time, however, he knew what was coming. He tried to beg and plead. He cried, but Amanda had Science to do.

Amanda stood over Brad’s deatomized form. This time, however, he was not just a formless helpless lump. He moved ever-so slightly, as was expected.

His mind backed-up to the Neuro-chip, Brad was now fully aware of his new form. He was cold and hungry. He needed something. He knew this was part of Amanda’s plan.

Amanda placed her bare right foot forward. She watched as Brad slowly puddled around and under it. He could hear and feel, but was still overall blind.

Brad’s thoughts were processed by the neuro-chip and transmitted to Amanda’s phone. She opened the app to watch his thoughts appear in real time.

“Sadistic Bitch.” Brad conveyed.

“If you truly feel that way.” Amanda peeled her foot away from the brown goop.

“No. Please. Cold.” Brad’s thoughts appeared on her app.

Amanda laughed at how he hated, but absolutely needed her.

“Okay. I’ll let you be my insole, but only if you really get between the toes.” She forcefully stepped into Brad and pressed as hard as she could. The purple painted toes wiggled under the artificial lighting of the room as Amanda watched Brad ooze between them. The accumulated dirt and toe jam  were quickly consumed by him.

“Belong.” Appeared on screen.

“Very good Brad. That’s where you belong.” Amanda smiled. “Now hold on tight, we’re gonna go out tonight and find a real man who I actually deserve.

“Warm. Happy.” Flashed briefly on the screen before Amanda slid her phone in her back pocket.

"Send in Tanner." She let the girl in the control room know. "I need a matching pair..."

“Oh my God, you’re so adorable!” - “Isn’t she!?” -“ I love her hair.” -“I hope I look this good when I’m her age.”

Courtney’s face burned as she was passed from hand to hand. She was nothing but a prop in the current exercise.

“I’m only 28!” She wanted to scream, but the HR director placed her Neuro-chip on mute for the meeting.

Brittany had loaned her and Caleb to HR for the day as an introduction to that that Fall’s intern class to demotions and how they worked.  

Caleb, on the other hand, didn’t have it much easier.

Thanks to the constant work their coworkers put them through, all the shrunken people were lean and svelt. Their muscles well-toned.

“If shrinking gets you this fit, sign me up.” One of the guys joked.

“Oh. I’d put you to work alright.” Another guy joked, which caused the original joke teller to choke on a sip of water.

“Alright y’all.” Megan Smith, the Director of HR of the New Orleans office clapped her hands together with a cheery smile. She stood 9ft tall. Her brunette hair was tied into a Braided Updo and blood-red lipsticks adorned her lips.  “Now for Q&A. Miss Vance and Mister Adams here will be unmuted so that they can answer your questions. As we don’t want to influence your questions or their answers, I’ll step out for the next half hour.”

Courtney at Caleb glanced at one another and gulped. They were to be left alone with the group of 10, 20 to 24 year-olds for the next 30 minutes.

Megan tapped on a tablet in her hands and Courtney felt her vocal cords begin working again.

“Y’all have fun.” Megan left the room with a smile. Her chunky heels thundered down the hall.

Caleb and Courtney stared up at the 20 eyeballs looking down at them. 14 of them belonged to girls, the other 6 to boys. Silence. Until a tall brunette raised her hand. Caleb and Courtney once again looked at one another. Courtney shrugged and turned.

‘Yes. You. Miss Sacramento State.” Courtney pointed, using the girl’s sweater as a point a referenced.

She giggled at Courtney’s high pitched voice. “Oh my god. So adorable.”

This caused Courtney to fume.

“Hi. My name is Jessica.” She put a stop to the Courtney’s name early and then asked her question. “Why don’t they give you clothes?” This made the two miniature people suddenly aware of their nakedness.

Caleb stepped forward, “Costs. You know how much it cost to, not only make the clothes, but also supply them to the number of demoted resources Vilecio has? A LOT.” He spoke confidently which caused the interns to nod and look at one another like the answer was obvious.

“Doesn’t that, like, make you embarrassed?” She followed-up

“Are you embarrassed to talk to us?” Caleb retorted.

“Um. No.” She replied, blushed, and slinked back.

“Any other questions.” Courtney added.

“How old are you?” A male student in a “National Champs 2025” Oregon Hoodie blurted out.

“You first.” Courtney encouraged Caleb, “Uh. 32”. He looked at the ground as he spoke. Courtney then answered, “I’m 28.”

“Yo what.” The student hit the guy next to him in the arm. “That’s kinda young, right? I thought they’d only get rid of the old useless people.”

“No. You idiot. Didn’t you listen at all to what Miss Smith said the last hour?” A blonde in an MIT tshirt corrected her classmate. “Vilecio demotes hundreds every week for a number of issues. Whether it be something severe as theft or parking in an executive’s spot.” She beamed at her knowledge.

“Very good, uh?” Courtney asked the Blonde looming above, “Courtney. But you will call me Miss Hodges.”

“Oh. My names Cour-“ Courtney began to reply but was cut off.

“I really don’t care what your name is. You’re a demoted. Miss Smith made it very clear that you are beneath everybody. Even lowly intern me.” Larger Courtney boomed.

Small Courtney was pissed, “You listen here, you little fucking brat. I’m not going to take attitude from somebody who still takes their shots from a sippy cup. I used to be-“

The larger Courtney’s hand smacked the desk.

“That’s right. USED. To be. I don’t care what role you used to have. Look at you now. 2 inches tall. Caleb Is like, only 3 inches and he towers over you.” Miss Hodges paused, “Now. If you’d be respectful to your superiors. I have a question.” The larger girl smirked.

“Go-go ahead…” Caleb told her.

“Go ahead, what?” Courtney Hodges crossed her arms and bore down into Caleb.

“G-go ahead, Miss Hodges.” He replied, head hung in defeat.

“Good boy.” This caused Caleb to blush as the blue-eyed girl domineered over him and his ‘coworker’.

“How many butts have you had to kiss?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Enough.” Smaller Courtney replied. She didn’t care how big this bitch was. If she wanted her respect, it would be earned.

Larger Courtney sighed and rolled her eyes, “Time out.”

Caleb and Courtney’s classmates all looked on in horror as the larger girl picked up her miniature opponent from the table and pushed her through her plush lips. Courtney Vance screamed as she entered the giant maw of her young adversary. She was sure this was the end. She was pushed past the girl’s pearly teeth and onto her tongue. The appendage waggled and wagged side to side and up and down.

The group watched as Courtney Hodges pushed her cheeks side to side.

“Anybudy gotsh a cupf?” She asked, her mouth full of something.

“Uh just finished my coffee.” One of the other girls handed Courtney Hodges her cup still lined with coffee residue.

“Perfect.”

Courtney Vance continued to scream as she was pushed around in the darkness. Her head pushed under what seemed like gallons of saliva as she fought to stay afloat. She found herself choking on spit.

The group washed as Courtney Hodges hovered over the coffee cup and pursed her lips. A trail of saliva soon exited.

“Ew. That was supposed to be refillable, but you keep it.” The girl who handed Courtney her cup spoke up at the sight.

Courtney Vance screamed in terror as she was pushed back into daylight. Her body riding in a stream of the larger girl’s spit.

“There we go. You can hang out in there until we’re done.” Courtney Hodge’s lifted the cup to her face and stared through the clear plastic at Courtney Vance. The 2-inch tall woman struggled in a pool of her spit. Frothy bubbles and other fluids surrounded her. Her soaked hair clung to her face.

Courtney Hodges placed the cup on the floor under her seat and turned her attention to Caleb. “So you’re owned by Brittany Dunham, right? She asked.”

Caleb nodded eagerly.

“Well, don’t leave us hanging.” The one true Courtney motioned with her hand for the small man to continue.

“Well, um. Yeah. The great Brittany Dunham…owns me…” The words felt weird coming from Caleb’s mouth. He always knew that’s what it was, but to actually say it. It felt odd.

“Why? Was she your boss? Did you perform poorly?” A girl in a sweatshirt with “Florida Volleyball” on it asked.

“Yeah. That’s the thing,” Caleb felt himself grow embarrassed. He had never had to vocalize any of this for better or for worse. His mind flashed back to the day he was shrunk. Running to escape and being caught by Brittany. He gave his story:

“…So Brittany was my intern about 6 or 8 years ago? Dang. How time flies. Anyway, some things to know about Brittany is that she’s as tenacious as they come and she doesn’t let go of grudges. I wish I knew these. I underestimated her. She didn’t’ seem special, some poor hick girl who barely kept her scholarship to Cincinnati. But when I interviewed her, she was cute. 5ft 4in. Super eager to please. I figured I could at least have a fun year out of her and never see her again…”

“Fucking pig.” Courtney spat from above.

“You’re telling me.” Caleb responded.

“Anyways. As you can see. Things did not go the way I had planned. Brittany came in with all these great ideas and ways to implement them. She was a prodigy. After about a month, I began passing them to my bosses as my own. They loved them. Mobile SMOL? Her idea. Neuro Chip? Her idea. I was praised for helping to grow the company exponentially. Brittany, however, was completely overlooked. She soon started going behind my back. It was after her first promotion -first ever Intern to do so by the way - I realized I needed to get out of there. I knew she knew about what I had done. I mean, how couldn’t she? After every meeting with me, the company would announce a new development which turned out to be one of her ideas. I was able to maneuver my way through the ranks to become the company’s CTO. Youngest ever. Got moved to a different office and everything…”

He coughed. “My throat’s getting a bit parched. Could I get some water?”

“I got you.” Courtney replied and then leaned over him. A globule of spit landed next to him. “Drink up.” She smiled.

“Uh. I think I’ll power through it.” Caleb cleared his throat and continued.

“About two and a half years after that. My day of reckoning came. I was told to come down here for a meeting with the R&D department. I thought Brittany had a hand in it, but apparently leadership just didn’t appreciate me lying my way to the top. Funnily enough, I almost escaped, but it was Brittany who caught me.”

This earned claps from the girls of the group.

Caleb laughed. He was somewhat happy to get this off his chest and glad the interns found it entertaining.

“Imagine yourself. 4 feet tall…”

“Never.” Courtney replied.

This earned eye rolls from the group.

“Anyway. 4feet tall. Youngest CTO ever. Sentenced to demotion, but you’ve escaped. You’re outside the building. You found some bushes to hide in and are holding your breath. You’re trying to think of your next move. Suddenly you hear somebody closing in. Large steps. Then your 7ft tall former intern is towering over you. The girl you avoided for so many years who you wronged, holds your fate in your hands.”

All the interns leaned in and held their breath.

“Then what?” Jessica asked.

“Here I am.” Caleb held his threw in the air.

“Wonderful story little guy.” Courtney clapped. She leaned back in her chair and swung her feet onto the table which Caleb stood. Much to her classmates’ displeasure. “I hope that’s me. Shrinking my boss and bringing him back to MIT. ‘That’ll teach you to have me get your coffee.’ I’ll say. ‘Courtney please no.’ He’ll scream. Then I’ll shove him down my pants.” Courtney drifted off into her fantasy world.

“Oookay then.” A voice came from the doorway. Megan reentered the room. “I see you all were entertained by Mister Adams’ story and Miss..” Megan paused, “Where’s Miss Vance?”

Courtney blushed. “Oh. My bad.” She leaned under the desk and pulled the cup with the smaller woman swimming in her spit upward. “Um. Here you go Miss Smith.”

Megan Smith took the cup from Courtney with a look of disgust. “Uh. Thank you…”

“Was that story true?” One of the guys asked.

“Every word.” Megan confirmed, much to the pleasure of the female interns. “I was the one who processed his shrinking, actually.”

Caleb nodded.

“You would not believe the things Brittany subjected him to his first year.” Megan shuddered.

“Oh. Something like this?” Courtney spoke as she tapped away on a tablet. Caleb’s body began moving. Megan and the other interns watched as his body moved robotically to one of Courtney’s soles and began lapping the dirt from her heel.

Megan laughed, “Exactly like that. I assume you’ll be going to R&D with technical ability like that.”

Courtney nodded and pulled her feet off the table.

“Until next time, little guy.” She spoke down to Caleb who was still licking air. “And to you as well. LITTLE girl.” She gave Courtney Vance one last loogie, to Megan’s displeasure.

Caleb was covered in both, his and Brittany’s sweat. The air was heavy with her scent, but he was used to it. He crawled on his hands and knees and worked as he had been ordered by Brittany. His dick hung limply between his legs. In his younger days, he may have loved this opportunity, but now it was just another menial task for him to cross off his chore list. He thought about that day’s earlier events. 

His mind couldn’t stop thinking about it. The story had given him a chance to reflect on he and Brittany’s initial relationship. She was the closest thing he had to a friend at the time as he had disregarded his family and social life to climb Vilecio’s ladder. As his hands worked through a patch of dry skin, he though back to the countless nights they’d order Chinese food and stay and work late together. 

“Um. Miss Dunham?” Caleb croaked, his mouth still dry from licking the dirt off Courtney Hodges’ heel.  

Brittany ignored him, her face hidden behind a tablet. 

“Miss Dunham.” Caleb stood up this time in hopes of getting his owner’s attention.  

Brittany continued to ignore him. 

“Britt!” He used the tone of voice he used to use as her manager. This got her attention. 

Brittany slapped the tablet down on her bare belly, the slam of the plastic against her abs made an audible crack. 

Caleb yelped. 

“Listen here, worm!” Brittany boomed, “You have no right to use my name. You lost that privilege years ago. That tongue of yours should only be used for licking. Not speaking. However, I’m bored, so speak your mind.” Brittany boomed. 

Caleb was suddenly aware of his insignificance. All 12 ft of Brittany lay nude. Her muscles pressed against her soft skin. While he, at his 3-inch height, stood on her sweaty crotch. 

Caleb struggled for words as Brittany’s blue eyes bore into him. 

“I. Uh. Well…” He stuttered, but finally gained his composure. “I had a chance to tell the interns about our past today. How I fucked up and how stupid I was. How brilliant you were…” Caleb let his words hang in the air.  

Brittany looked at Caleb for a second and then spoke, “Okay?” she seemed annoyed and went to pick back up her tablet. 

“Bri-“ Caleb caught himself, “Miss Dunham!”  

Brittany sighed and placed her tablet back down.”Yes?” she asked. 

“Don’t you think about that at all?” He asked. 

Brittany let out an exasperated sigh, “No. Worm. I don’t. I had plenty of time to think after you tried to escape after you took advantage of me. Unlike you, I worked on myself. I put myself out there. I climbed.” 

Caleb remained silent as Brittany spoke to him. He relished having a conversation with her for the first time in years. 

“That’s the difference between you and I. You still want to be recognized for something while doing nothing. I knew the value of work. As I told you when I first held your puny form between my fingers. You’re just another trophy in my case. Any positive memories I held for you left when you did all those years ago.” 

Brittany picked up the tablet and worked her fingers. Caleb felt his vocal cords go numb. 

“As far as I’m concerned, this topic is done ever being discussed. Get back to work moisturizing my groin. I don’t want to chafe.” 

Caleb stared at the vast expanse of Brittany’s freshly waxed pubic mound. Her vaginal lips inches away. He silently nodded and got back on his hands and knees. 

As Brittany settled back into silence, her earbud rang. 

“Ugh. What the fuck now?” She slammed her tablet down and pressed the earbuds. “Yes?” She asked. Displeasure dripping from her words. 

“Uh. Hey. This is Veronica down in the lab. Got a small situation with one of the interns.” The voice on the other end stated. 

Brittany rolled her eyes, “Let me guess. Hodges?”  

“Exactly.” Veronica replied. 

“I’ll be right down.” Brittany hung up the call and then looked down and Caleb. “I can’t catch a break today can I?” she then reached down with her right hand.  

“In you go.” She held open her pussy lips and pushed Caleb deep inside. “Maybe you’ll be useful today.”  

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Courtney Hodges laughed maniacally. “First day on the job and I’m practically running things already.” She held a 5-inch-tall figure between her fingers. Her right thumb and forefinger clamped around its head. “You know. I hoped I would have a hot boss, but you are quite the cutie indeed.” She stared hungrily at his toned body. His blonde hair matted in her grasp.  

The tiny man screamed for mercy. His arms and legs swung uselessly which only earned more laughter from Courtney.  

“Can you place Doctor Fjordesen down, please?” A voice came from behind. 

Courtney turned to see the massive form of Brittany Dunham. Her eyes lit up. 

“Oh my god. You’re even more amazing in person.” Courtney spoke. 

This earned a soft smile from Brittany. “Of course I am. Now, can you please put him down.” Brittany motioned to the man still hanging from between Courtney’s fingers. 

Courtney shook her head, “Don’t think I can, boss.”  

Brittany was surprised at the gall of the girl. “Why not?” she asked. 

“Little dude just wanted me to get coffee. I told him I’m more valuable than that. He didn’t' believe me. So I proved him wrong. You guys really need to work on your network security. Hacking a SMOL gun was super easy.” Courtney eyed the screaming doctor once more. 

“How old are you?” Brittany asked. 

“21. Almost 22. I figured I’d do one internship before graduating. The plan was to become an eclectic inventor, but this is pretty fun.” Courtney shook her prisoner.  

“You obviously have a gift.” Brittany stepped closer to the girl.  

Courtney looked down at Brittany’s large feet. She wore a pair of large mocha slide sandals. Her eyes caught Small Courtney wrapped around Brittany’s left pinky toe. 

“Oh. Hey! I know her. That's pretty cool.” Courtney pointed out Courtney Vance who burned with embarrassment. “I’ll do a trade. Him for her.” The larger Courtney smirked. 

“Oh. Please no. No no.” Courtney Vance pleaded into Brittany’s ear. 

Brittany didn’t hesitate. “Deal.”  

Doctor Fjordesen was placed into Brittany’s awaiting right palm.  

Courtney Vance screamed and pleaded, but it was no use as Brittany removed her foot from the sandal and slowly pulled her from the warm toe. Her body, still shackled into a ring, was dropped into Hodges’ own palm.  

“Hey Little girl. Remember me?” Hodges held her palm up to her face to view Vance’s writhing body.  

Vance tried to escape, but realized it was no use. She stopped moving.  

“You remember my name?” Her eyes hung over Vance like two moons. 

Vance wept, but blurted out, “M-miss Hodges!” in hopes that it would earn some leniency. 

“Very good.” Hodges looked at the smaller woman for a second and then up to Brittany. “Uh. How do I put her on? I think your pinky toe is larger than my big toe.”  

Brittany laughed and then instructed Hodges how to adjust the restraints holding Vance’s ankles to her wrists. Both then watched as Hodges was able to calibrate the restraints accordingly. Vance screamed and cried, but in the end was wrapped around Hodges’ big toe. Vance’s screams were muffled as Hodge pulled her socks on and slipped her feet into her tennis shoes.  

“So. What are you going to do with him?” Courtney pointed at the small man in Brittany’s palm. 

“Oh. Yeah. His project is practically done anyway. I really was just keeping him around as your mentor. But we see how that worked out.” Brittany informed the intern. 

“I think I have a way he can still be useful.” Courtney added. 

30 minutes of additional haggling later, the two stood in the Fjordesen’s former office. Brittany had given it to Courtney in return that she promised to not maliciously encroach on Vilecio’s network for the rest of her time there. They stared down at the seat of Courtney’s chair. A brown blob that was formerly Doctor Fjordesen rested squarely in the middle.  

Brittany watched as Courtney lowered her butt and settled in. The blob yielded easily to the jean covered cheeks of Courtney. She settled in and wiggled her tush. “Oh. Perfect. He’s perfectly molded, it’s like he’s cradling each cheek.” The younger woman purred. 

Brittany made note of the product idea. 

A knock came from behind them.  

“Miss Dunham...” A 7ft tall lab tech stood dressed in a white coat. Thick black glasses adorned her face. Her dark brown hair was tied into a tight bun. She glanced at Courtney, “Intern Hod-” she began, but was stopped by the 5ft 8in girl, “Miss Hodges.”  

The tech looked at Brittany who nodded. With obvious disdain in her voice, the tech continued, “Miss Hodges...I have what was requested.”  

She presented a small glass tank. Within, 9 miniature bodies screamed and cried. Brittany waved the tech to place the tank on Courtney’s desk.  

“Hey guys! Welcome to my office!”  

Courtney loomed over the 6 tiny females and 3 males in the tank who all looked up at her in terror. Just hours prior they had been her equals, all eager to learn and go and pursue their own dreams afterward. It appears that Courtney had other ideas for her classmates.  

Courtney leaned back in her chair, Fjordesen remained perfectly molded to her butt as she did so; and kicked her sneakered feet onto the desk. The dirtied white rubber soles pressed nearly direct against the glass. “We’re gonna have so much fun these next 4 months.” She boomed. She then looked at Brittany, “I guess that just leaves one more thing to do?” Her eyes gleamed in the office light. 

Brittany smirked at the girl’s panache, “I guess so.”  

Courtney couldn’t believe it. Her gamble paid off. She stared at herself in the mirror, her new body like a shiny new car. She couldn’t stop taking herself in. She was on MIT’s rowing team for all 4 of years, so she was already relatively fit, but the way the growth process enhanced things. Her abs were much more pronounced, her legs were as if they were sculpted from clay. She flexed her right arm and giggled at the bicep. Her hands travelled up and down her torso. Her fingers danced over her breasts as she drank in their new appearance.  

Brittany stood by and watched Courtney with intrigue. In a way the younger girl reminded her of herself. Eager to get things done, but she had a spark that Brittany initially lacked. Courtney was only going to do things on her terms.  

“Just wait until my Brothers get a look at me.” Courtney spoke aloud to herself.  

“Is 7ft enough?” Brittany asked. 

“Absolutely.” Courtney turned to Brittany with a drunken smile. “I think I’m in love.”  

“Glad you like it.” Brittany stepped forward and threw a pile of clothes at Courtney “Get dressed and get back to work. I’ve got other things to do. Don’t cause any more trouble.” Her large heels clacked on the tiled floor as she walked out the locker room. 

Courtney got dressed in the clothes Brittany left her. A pair of black jeans and a plain navy blue polo with “Vilecio Industries” stitched on the left breast. She walked to the locker where all her belongings were kept and removed her old sneakers. For a laugh, she attempted to put one on. She was astonished by how much it was dwarfed by her foot’s new size. Her old socks were stuffed into the opening of each shoe. 

Courtney Vance struggled against her restraints as she breathed in the tepid air. In the darkness, her only company was the moisture in the air. It caused her to sweat excessively. She grunted and groaned as she felt like she was making progress. Her arms and legs ached as she worked to pull them apart.  

“C’mon Court, just a bit more effort...” she thought to herself. “...almost got it” Her efforts were reduced to nothing as her prison was turned on its side. Courtney screamed as her body flew forward. Her face smacked into the moist canvas wall in the darkness. 

Courtney Hodges removed the sock sealing her left shoe and threw it to the side. She turned the shoe upward and watched as her gift from Brittany tumbled into the light. 

Courtney Vance groaned in pain. Her body battered and bruised from the giant girl’s actions. She opened her eyes to the light and fresh air. Coutney Hodge’s massive fingers soon approached.  

Courtney Hodges dropped the shoe just as she pulled the smaller into the open air. She held the small body of Courtney Vance between her thumb and forefinger. 2 Inches was barely anything to her before, now at this new size it was practically imperceptible. She adjusted the setting on the tiny woman’s wrist and leg restraints and then sat down. 

Courtney Vance was beaten and humiliated. Being treated this way by Brittany was one thing, it was like being bullied by the biggest kid in school. But in this younger girl’s clutches, it was the equivalent to being beaten-up by the class nerd. 

Courtney Hodges bent her leg so that her right foot could rest on the bench with her. She slipped her living toe ring onto her right ring toe and rose back to her full height. From her vantage point, Courtney Vance was forced to look up at her younger owner. Courtney Hodges slid her feet into a pair of Black Kitten heel sandals and smiled to herself in the mirror, “Let’s go meet the team. Shall we?” She strode from the locker room with newfound confidence and power.  

“I don’t fucking care what she did or she impressed.”  

Amanda listened as her coworker, Roy, talked about the events of the past 2 hours. 

“She’s still a kid, in my opinion. And I ain’t going to be taking no directives from her.” 

“Uh. Roy.” Amanda stopped her coworker. “You, uh, might wanna...” She pointed behind him. 

Courtney stood with her arms crossed and hair tied into a ponytail. She wore her bratty smirk. Her left foot tapped the bare concrete floor of the lab. 

“Roy was it?” She asked. 

“You got it.” The man replied and stood up. “All 7ft and ¾ of me. Was in the marines before I came here.” He stood toe to toe with Courtney who smirked up at him. “And I ain’t listening to some snowflake 13 years younger than me.” 

“I’ve had a busy day, Roy.” She stated. 

“And?” He breathed into her face. 

“I’m a bit tired.” She continued. “I could use a coffee...” 

“So go get you one.” Roy spat. 

“No.” Courtney replied as he felt a pain in his gut. He looked down to see the hacked SMOL device poking him. “YOU go get me one.” Courtney pulled the trigger. 

Amanda watched as her coworker was enveloped in steam. Once cleared, he was standing at Courtney’s shin height. She lifted her right foot and pushed it on his head, she pushed him to the ground until he was prostrate in front of her. 

Her face scanned the room at the 5 remaining members of her team. Amanda, 3 other women, and the one male. “Anybody else?” They all shook their heads. 

“Good. Unlike Doctor Fjordesen, I see us all having something to contribute. You all bring something to the table. I promise I’ll only be rough if you cross me. Now, first thing. Let’s get to know each other...” 

Amanda found it odd. Moments earlier Courtney was standing on Roy’s head, ready to crush him, the next she was hosting them each in her office. 

“So how old are you, Amanda?” Courtney asked as she typed her notes on a tablet. 

“Uh. 30, Miss.” Amanda felt weird referring to the girl who was to be their department intern in such a manner. 

“That’s higher than the company average?” Courtney asked as she took a sip of her coffee. 

“We tend to last longer down here. Less bureaucracy and more results to show for our efforts.” Amanda answered. 

“I see you were instrumental in the Deatomizer program.” Courtney rifled through Amanda’s files,  

“Yes ma’am.” Amanda confirmed. “A lot of extensive testing on my part.” Her phone buzzed as one of Brad’s thoughts was transmitted.  

“I gotta say I’m a big fan. I could have used one of these during rowing meets.” Courtney referred to the former Ph.D holder under her glutes.  

Amanda smiled, “Great for filtering farts too.”  

"Oh. Trust me. I know.” Courtney winked. 

“One more question.” Courtney leaned in across the desk separating she and Amanda. “What’s your favorite color?” She asked with a toothy grin. 

Amanda thought for a second. “Pink.” 

Courtney nodded “Pink it is!” 

She stood up and extended her hand to Amanda “It was great getting to know you.” 

“Same.” Amanda replied chipperly and shook her young boss’ hand. 

“I look forward to having you under me.” Courtney added, which caused Amanda to stumble with her words. 

“I. Er. I look forward to being under you?” She replied and quickly scurried form the office. 

The rest of the day went by uneventfully. As the clock neared 7PM, Amanda leaned back in her chair and yawned. “Well. Guess It’s time to call it quits. Another day of changing the world.” She looked around to realize she was the only one left in her department. “They always fucking do this to me.” She complained aloud regarding her coworkers abandonment of her. 

Amanda’s sneakers squeaked against the floor as she grabbed her things and began to leave. She noticed Courtney’s office light was still on so she swung by. “Hey, Miss...” Amanda began, but lost her train of thought at the scene. 

“Beg. Beg for your life little man.”  Courtney stood with her left foot hovering over Roy lying on his back. Her toes were freshly painted pink. 

“Please don’t step on me. I’ll be more behaved. I promise.” Roy begged, but it was no use. 

Amanda watched as Courtney’s foot descended and covered Roy’s body. It pressed down and visibly squeezed the air from the writhing man. Her toes covered his face until he stopped moving.  

“Sleep tight little man.” Courtney removed her foot and left Roy’s body lying on the ground. She raised her head to see Amanda standing in the doorway. 

“Oh. Amanda. Come in.” Courtney waved her in and took a seat. She leaned back and placed her bare feet on the desk. Her soles pointed at Amanda. “What’s up?” she asked. 

“Oh. Just saw your light was still on, so wanted to say bye.” Amanda tried to be nonchalant, but her heartbeat increased as she stared at Courtney’s soles. Something about the power she displayed triggered something in Amanda. 

Courtney followed Amanda’s eyes and smirked. She wiggled her toes and felt her soles flex and wrinkle. Amanda was obviously entranced. 

“Oh yeah? Hey. Can you go shut the door.” Courtney asked, but more so commanded her older subordinate.  

“Um. Certainly, Miss Hodges.” Amanda rose and closed the door. When she turned around, Courtney was pointing her SMOL at her. 

“Miss Hodges, what the fuck!?” She screamed, but Courtney didn’t give her an answer. The room filled with steam. 

Courtney carefully took Amanda’s clothes and placed them on her desk. She looked at the living insoles within her shoes and spoke, “She’ll be back.” 

Amanda awoke to see Courtney straddling her body. She screamed in terror. 

“No need to scream, little girl. Just wanted to see how eager you were to please your new boss.” Courtney lifted her left foot and slowly lowered it onto Amanda. 

Amanda screamed as the sole descended upon her, but then felt herself grow excited once the skin contacted her own. The warm and smoothness of Courtney’s sole rubbed into Amanda. 

“Oh fuck. Oh. Oh Miss Hodges.” Amanda gasped as her breasts were pressed into body her by her boss’ weight. 

Courtney smiled as Amanda was a puddle of hormones under her appendage. Courtney’s foot lifted off Amanda and the smaller woman watched as her boss removed her jeans.  

“I feel like 10 inches should be enough to get the job done.” Courtney stood with her pussy bare and moist above Amanda. 

She reached down and picked up her plaything and threw herself into her chair. Doctor Fjordesen’s form cushioned her ass. She placed her feet on the desk and leaned back. She closed her eyes and leaned back. Amanda screamed with pleasure as she was used as a living dildo by the larger girl. 

Amanda didn’t know what came over her, but being dominated in such a way and with such confidence was absolutely exhilarating.  

Doctor Fjordesen’s body worked overtime to soak in the sweat and other fluids dripping from Courtney. 

Courtney leaned back in bliss with her feet still on the desk. Amanda was tending to them, licking the soles and between her toes. 

“This will be your new duty from now on. Got it?” Courtney ordered the tiny woman. 

Amanda agreed at first, but paused “Wait. You’ll grow me back, right?” 

Courtney threw her head back and laughed, “Absolutely not. As far as anybody is concerned you tried to attack me tonight and I acted in self-defense.”  

Amanda screamed but was quickly pressed by Courtney’s foot into the desk. 

The next day, Courtney announced the news to the team. She insisted Amanda was overcome with jealousy and shrinking was the only way she could’ve stopped the mad woman. 

She returned to her office and fell into her chair. She leaned into her usual position wither her feet propped on her desk and snapped her fingers.  

“Yes Miss hodges.” Amanda’s reply came to her ear as she began licking the bare sole.  

Amanda carefully took the toe presented to her and began filing. Her face reflected to her in the metallic blue surface of the toe nail. She sat on her knees and looked up at Courtney who was in conversation with Brittany. Amanda scratched at her neck. The rose-gold collar she wore was linked by a chain to an anklet on Courtney’s left ankle. It had only been two weeks since she was ensnared by her young boss, but it felt longer. 

Above her, Courtney paid no mind. She and Brittany were in deep business talk. 

“Well what if we move capital from sales?” Courtney asked 

“Good thought but wouldn’t' work." Brittany shook her head. 

Courtney was fighting hard to get R&D more funding, but Ann and the other executives wouldn’t move on the budget. 

Courtney threw her head back, “Gah! I thought being boss would be easy!” she pouted. 

Brittany laughed, “You’ve got a lot to learn my little student. Being at the top of Vilecio is more than power and pedicures.” Her eyes motioned down to Amanda filing Courtney’s right ring toe with Courtney Vance wrapped around it. 

“Whaaat? I told you she tried to attack me. It was self-defense.” Courtney retorted. 

“You should’ve consulted with me, first.” Brittany shot back. “She was also one of our brightest.” 

“Well obviously not that bright.” Courtney spread her toes to signal Amanda that it was time to get between them. Despite her calm demeanor, Courtney was terrified in Brittany’s presence. Her hands and feet were constantly soaked in sweat as a result. Amanda quickly placed the file down and inserted her face into a funky crevice and began licking. She knew first-hand that any hesitancy would earn sevre punishment from. Less than 3 days after being shrunk, Courtney used the Snotgun on her. Amanda shuddered at the memories she had of being used as Courtney’s seat cushion for 4 days. The worst part was how she somewhat missed it. 

Amanda pulled her sweat covered face from between two of Courtney’s digits and stepped back. She used the back of hand to wipe some of it from her eyes. Her lips, dry and chapped, smacked together while she worked to build up saliva. The saltiness from Courtney’s sweat was heavy on her tongue. She was granted a moment of reprieve while Courtney and Brittany talked. Her eyes travelled around the room. 

Amanda had never been in Brittany's’ office before, despite being at the company 6 years and in good standing with the titan. Amanda always figured it was because she was too much of a ‘lab rat’. The sheer size of the office was something else. It spanned an entire floor. The ceilings were at least 20 feet high, and all the furniture and other objects were at least 3 to 4 times ‘normal’ size. The chair in which Courtney sat made her regular chair look like something for children. On a far wall, she could see Brittany’s various accolades and awards. Numerous kudos from Vilecio along with her degrees. This reminded Amanda of her own cubicle down in the lab where she proudly hung her bachelor's and master's from Stanford.  

Memories of her life before Vilecio popped into her mind. She thought about her time on Stanford’s volleyball team and the two national championships they won. These made her a minor celebrity in her small Wyoming hometown. The hometown where she took interest in science while helping her father work on her family's land. This introduced a curiosity for nature and science into Amanda which drove her to get her degrees in Biology, Chemistry, Psychology, and Electrical Engineering. She was in the top 5 of her graduating class. This made her desirable to many companies, Vilecio being one of them.  

Amanda sighed. She traced the chain holding her collar to Courtney’s anklet, her eyes looked down on Courtney Vance’s body contorted body held in place against the larger girl’s ring toe. When Amanda first came to Vilecio, there was some initial promise of ‘good’ to be done. SMOL technology was set to revolutionize the world. Reduce transport costs. Ease world hunger. But, like all things touched by humans, it was perverted into a weapon of greed and power. Amanda soon lost her way. Instead of chasing discoveries for the purpose of chasing discoveries, she wanted to impress the higher-ups. Her mind went to researching and designing new tools to increase profits and pain. The Deatomizer was supposed to start her ascent up the ladder. She felt slightly guilty for how she treated Brad and Tanner, but she was powerless to do anything about it now. The shoes which held them were taken by Coutney and sat to the side of Amanda’s view. 

Amanda looked at Courtney’s bare feet which she slaved for. In fact, Courtney now had Amanada putting her mind to work for her benefit. Amanda developed a lotion that would mix exactly with Courtney’s body chemistry. A deodorant that also worked as a pheromone. And a 2-in-1 shampoo & conditioner that, truly, also conditioned. All which Courtney passed as her own developments. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Countless hours and years of applying herself to become the next Marie Curie. To have her name in history books. Her crowning achievement, however, was at the feet of some 21 year-old. Not a nail out of alignment, not a spot of polish out of place, and skin as smooth as silk. In return, Courtney constantly stepped, spat, and cast humiliation upon her.  

As Brittany walked around the room during her and Courtney’s conversation, Amanda couldn’t help but look at the living jewelry adoring her peds in a pair of yellow saltwater sandals. She recognized Caleb around her right big toe but couldn’t make out the other two girls on Brittany’s middle right toe and left ring toe. Regardless, Amanda thought about how they, too, once had their aspirations and desires. Now they existed as nothing but part of Brittany’s wardrobe for her to determine if they matched her shoes for that day or not. 

The Bus-sized feet stopped moving inches from Amanda. 

“Got all that?” Brittany asked from above. Her booming voice blew away Amanda’s thoughts and brought her attention back to the moment. 

“Absolutely.” Courtney’s voice replied. 

Amanda felt her chain get yanked as Courtney stood up to leave. The tiny woman did her best to keep up as Courtney’s legs moved around the chair, she was seated in. Courtney used her feet to maneuver the shoes into position. Amanda watched helplessly as Courtney’s feet slid one-by-one into the shoes gifted to her by her little brother. It was his last gift to her before he disappeared hiking through China.  

“I'll never get tired of how comfy these are.” Courtney exclaimed as Brad and Tanner molded around her feet inside the sneakers. Amanda winced as she watched the leather stretch as Courtney’s toes wiggled within the shoes. Courtney then leaned down and unhooked the chain attached to her anklet. “Hold this” She ordered Amanda. 

Amanda stood with the chain bundled in her arms. Its weight caused her to hunch slightly. The white soles of what used to be her shoes rose above and over her as Courtney stepped over to Brittany. 

“I really appreciate you giving me the time today. I always learn a lot from you. You’re a great teacher.” Courtney looked up to Brittany. Her words were sincere.  

“Aww. No problem, Big Court.” Brittany replied with the nickname she had given to distinguish her latest protege from Courtney Vance. The larger woman opened her arms and embraced Courtney. As an only child from a broken marriage, Brittany never really had anybody to get close to in a familial sense. She was starting to see Courtney as a little sister.  

Courtney turned from Brittany and walked away. She stopped to pick up Amanda. “Come on Quasimodo.” Courtney referred to Amanda’s hunched appearance as she grabbed her tiny pet in her hand and slid her into left front pocket. She paused. 

“Oh. I’m gonna go join some of the girls for a game of Skirts vs Squirts. You wouldn’t wanna join, would you?” Courtney asked, eager to see Brittany in more casual environment. 

Brittany smiled, “Maybe another time. I’ve got some things to wrap up.” 

“Suit yourself.” Courtney shrugged and left 

After Courtney had left her office, Brittany took a seat and stared out the window. She crossed her left leg over her right and bobbed her foot in thought. She thought about how nobody had ever really been there for her and how good it felt to take somebody under her wing to share her knowledge with.. 

Courtney could barely contain her laughter. 

“This is a regular thing!?” She shouted. 

“Once a month!” Megan Smith shouted back, “Throw me the ball!” 

Courtney passed the ball to the HR Director and watched as she easily pushed the ball to the paint and got a basket. She looked up at the scoreboard. 97-3. One of the squirts was a former D1 basketball player and was able to score early in the game.  

Megan and Courtney marched down the court to get on Defense. 

“It started as a way for ‘teambuilding’ in the initial years. To show that demoted folks could still contribute. It really backfired. Now it’s a great way for us to blow off steam.” Megan added as she easily swatted down a ball... 

20 minutes later. The final whistle blew. 

SKIRTS: 185 

SQUIRTS: 7 

Courtney herself dropped 50 points. Though she rowed, she had never been athletic otherwise. The game really acted to make her feel great. 

The five women gathered around the water tank and high fived. Their bodies were soaked with sweat.  

“Now what?” Courtney asked as she brushed her sweat soaked hair from her face. 

“Now we hit the showers and go back to work.” Megan replied. 

“No. I mean. What about them?” Courtney pointed to the 5 4ft tall men cowering on the other side of the court. 

“Oh. Well, that one,” Megan pointed to a frail looking man wearing glasses. “Is my husband. College sweetheart actually. I take him back up to my office for a tongue bath.” Megan winked which caused Courtney the cringe.  

“Hey. Wait a minute.” Courtney looked over that the group. “You see that one. She pointed.” Megan followed Courtney’s finger to a strong looking, well tanned, man. He did have a square jaw and great hair. 

“I think that’s one of my old TA’s.” Courtney added and blushed. 

Megan noticed Courtney’s blush and elbowed her, “Go talk to him. I’ll let the team know he’ll be coming back late.”  

Courtney took a gulp and walked over to the man. “Maybe I’m wrong and it’s not him?” she doubted herself, but then shouted, “Kyle!” The guy looked up and caught Courtney’s face. 

He walked forward with a smile, “Courtney Hodges is that you?” he beamed. 

“Oh my god. It is him.” Courtney thought to herself. 

The two eventually stood toe to toe. Kyle stared up at Courtney and laughed, “So, uh. You’ve done well for yourself.” He was still somehow charming even though he was no longer the 6ft 2in Lacrosse player Courtney remembered him as. 

“Not quite how you pictured it, huh?” Courtney winked. 

She remembered how they’d used to joke about how she’d be working for him due to how much work he had to do to help her during their study sessions her freshman year. 

“So this is where you disappeared off to?” She asked 

Kyle sighed, “Yeah. Pissed off the wrong person my first year, and I've been working the spa ever since.”  

“So you give good massages?” Courtney asked. 

“Come on, Court. This is supposed to be my one off day a year.” Kyle tried to slink away, but was picked up under his shoulders by Courtney. “Not under my watch.” and then looked at him sternly, “It’s Miss Hodges by the way.” 

15 minutes later, Courtney lay out on the bleachers as Kyle worked his small handers into her glutes, quads, and a calves.  

“Oh god. That’s the spot. Wish you would’ve just done this during our study sessions.” Courtney teased. 

“Uh. Thanks. I guess?” Kyle was embarrassed as the Freshman girl who used to drool over him when he was a junior had him at her beck and call.  

“So, tell me about how you wound up here.” Courtney leaned back and listened while Kyle continued to rub her down.  

Kyle told her about his first day and how exciting it all was. But he let his hubris get the best of him got in a spat with his boss the first day which she quickly took as an opportunity to demote him. He had been in a downward spiral then. 

“Aw dude. Tough break.” Courtney purred as Kyle was now working her right foot. His thumbs pressed deep into her sweaty-soaked soles. “That feels sooo good. Sorry about the smell.” Courtney grinned mischievously.  

“All good. I’m used to it after years of spa work. And, I must say, they’re surprisingly soft and well taken care of. Not how I remember the flip-flop tomboy.” Kyle added, exertion in his voice as he pressed.  

Courtney blushed, “Thanks. I got a girl.” she spoke proudly. 

“A girl?” Kyle asked he pulled her big toe. 

Courtney gave him the rundown of the last two weeks of her life. The intern meeting, the hacking, Brittany, and then Amanda. 

“Oh wow. You HAVE been busy.” Kyle replied to the story as he stretched out Courtney’s glutes. 

“You know. I’m sure she would appreciate the help...” Courtney lay on her back and thought out loud as Kyle stretched her long leg. 

“What’s up?” Kyle asked confused as Courtney’s thought. 

“I should requisition you. Department heads have full authority to do that.” Courtney informed her small masseuse. 

“I don’t know about that. I’m kind of happy where I’m at.” Kyle attempted to deflect. 

“But look at it this way. You get to see the girl you tutored grow and mature and you get to do your part in my success. And besides, after all the blowjobs I gave you to tutor me, I feel like I deserve something in return.” Courtney pushed on. 

“Court. Please don’t do this.” Kyle still worked on her body, but he trembled. 

“Oh. But you’d need to be reduced. Far too large right now. I’d really need you at...let’s see, Amanda is 10 inches and does well enough, but there are some smaller details she could help with. 5, 6 inches?” Courtney ignored Kyle’s pleas. “I’ll sleep on it.” 

“Oh thank god.” Kyle thought to himself.” 

------------------------------------------- 

“Remember. Amanda’s in charge, so listen to everything she says.” Kyle was muted as his screams were bothering Courtney, but tears ran down his face. Courtney secured the rose gold collar around his neck. A chain attached to an anklet on her right ankle.  

Kyle was greeted by Amanda who towered over his 5inch body while Courtney was already focused elsewhere above. 

“So the first thing you should know about Miss is that she likes her nails squared not rounded. She leans more toward pastels, but metallic every now and then, she tends to go barefoot so her crevices need constant cleaning...” Amanda’s instructions made Kyle’s head turn. 

As she drank her coffee above and read the morning emails, Courtney smirked as she could feel Kyle’s body trying to get between her toes. 

“I did outdoor yoga this morning, so really be sure to get ALL the dirt, you two.” She ordered.  

Trevor struggled to breathe as his arms were tied at the wrists and pulled tight above his head. His feet, tied at the ankles, were equally pulled in the opposite direction. The musky darkness caused him to gag and cough. He wheezed as the thick, slick, walls pressed against him. They moved rhythmically, only stopping occasionally. This forced him to time his breathing to maximize the amount of oxygen he could pull into his lungs, despite his opposition to breathing in the air in this prison. The walls soon began closing in around him. Trevor found his face pressed deeper into the dripping surface around him. He screamed, but this only seemed to hasten the enclosure. 

Brittany shimmied her shoulders to the soft music playing in the background. Drink in hand. She took a seat on the plush leather smoking chair which awaited her butt. As her ass cheeks rested into the surface, she could feel Trevor’s body pushed deeper between her them. It was his third straight day of being her living thong. She crossed right leg over her left and leaned back. Her right hand lifted her giant Cosmopolitan to her mouth and took a sip between her burgundy lips.  

Courtney sat to Brittany’s left. Her eyes travelled around her surroundings with wonder. Maison de l'amazone ,as a whole, was gorgeously decorated, but the Hippolyta Room was on a different level. It reminded her of how Sherlock Holmes’ smoking room was often depicted. 20ft high ceilings, wood paneling throughout, two stained glass windows filtered just enough nature light to keep the atmosphere close, but not claustrophobic. 5 large leather smoking chairs were arraigned in a circle in the center of the room. A round cherry-wood coffee table lay in the center of them. 

Courtney was invited by Brittany for a ‘small’ get-together for her 22nd birthday. As confident as Courtney was, she wasn’t really a party person and made Brittany aware of this multiple times. Brittany assured her it would just be a small gathering of themselves and a few other girls from work. 

As Brittany sat and enjoyed her drink and Courtney drank in all the details of the room, a knock came from the door across the room. It soon opened. Ember, dressed in her usual Butler outfit, bowed quickly at the waist. “Miss Dunham. Miss Hodges. Your guests.” Ember’s Parisian accent captivated Courtney. The 6ft, but still smallest woman in the room, stepped aside to let Brittany’s chosen guests inside. 

Courtney watched as Amelia and Megan entered first. They were followed by Katrina Ward, a tall redhead who recently transferred in from corporate R&D. Courtney had only had a chance to begin working with her in the past week or so, but they hit it off. She was glad Brittany invited her. 

Brittany smiled and waved her hands, “Ladies! Please come in. Take a seat.”  

Brittany had told Courtney that, initially, she wanted Jenn to be there as she was the first person who Brittany considered her protégé, but unfortunately Jenn was galivanting through the Nordics “conquering the Vikings” as Brittany had quoted her. 

Courtney looked at each of the guests as they sat down. 

Amelia’s hair was tied into a tight bun and dressed in a black dress. She wore black leather block heels which made her white French pedicure pop. She wore a gold chain around her neck from which a tiny nude black man hung. Between her toes, Courtney could see alternating faces of men writhing in pain.  

Megan wore a red asymmetrical top. It showed just enough of Megan’s toned stomach to be elegant. A long red skirt matched the top with yellow Cuban heels. Megan wore two tiny blondes as earrings. She also noticed Megan’s husband reduced from his prior 4ft height and wrapped around her right thumb. 

Finally, Katrina’s outfit was a bit less flashy. She wore a baby-blue v-cut blouse with dark-blue jean capris. A pair of light-brown tatami sandals adorned her feet with baby-blue painted toes. She had the most tiny people that could be seen with 5 toe rings. A bracelet. A thumb ring. An Anklet, and 2 regular rings. Courtney really liked her. 

Courtney, meanwhile, wore a pair of black gladiator sandals. Amanda and Kyle each attached to a respective piece of footwear by a chain. Between her toes, her 9 former classmates suffered. They got to watch her live a life of luxury. She matched Katrina with a pair of Capris but a black V-neck blouse. Courtney Vance was granted a small reprieve and was wrapped around her right pointer finger.  

Brittany wore a long pink sundress with pink wedge sandals. Along with Trevor between her ass, Phil was in his usual spot just between her neck and cleavage. Caleb, Lauren, Regina, and Damien were all between her toes.  

Brittany stood up. “Thank you all for coming today to celebrate the birth of our dear friend, Courtney.” She raised her glass. 

All three guests clapped.  

“Please give Ember your drink order and she’ll take care of you.” 

One by one, the French woman made her way around the room. She then left, allowing the women to engage in small conversation. 

They discussed the development and perfection of the ‘reatomization’ process. Courtney spoke proudly about how she had to revise some of Amanda’s notes to get where they were. Courtney loved being able to show that she truly deserved her position as the head of R&D through her smarts.  

Laughter erupted around the room when she brought-up how they reatomized Doctor Fjordesen and he seemed to only want to kiss her ass, literally, the entire time. She used this development to her advantage. The good doctor was kept in a cage in one of Courtney’s office drawers, his mind milked to benefit her success. He was rewarded getting to be used as her human seat cushion on an occasional basis.  

Courtney and Ameila also discussed the reatomization of Brad and Tanner. They were scheduled to be on quarterly status checks to see how much of their mind had changed in their deatomized state and if long-term deatomization was viable for use on prisoners for their sentences. Results showed that Brad and Tanner were very much aware of their ‘snot’ states once reatomized and that they were being used as living insoles. Both were shocked to discover that they had a new ‘tester’, but otherwise all their abilities remained. Neither wanted to go back to their former state but were powerless to stop Courtney. 

“I cannot wait until we get the ‘snotgun’ ready for personal use. I know a few guys who could use a time-out as a voiceless blob.” Katrina spoke excitedly and mimed aiming down a gun a shooting. The other girls laughed. 

“Turning 22 on 21 must feel a bit odd, huh?” Megan asked Courtney, referring to Courtney’s birthdate: September, 21.  

“I mean, 21 on 21 was pretty lit, but this is not that bad. The worst is that every birthday I ever had, somebody had to be funny and play that one song from that old group. The one with the high pitch BA DED DA. Y’all know that one?” Courtney replied as she cringed to “September” playing in her head. 

“So you plan on sticking around after you graduate?” Katrina asked as she sipped on her cocktail which Ember had brought in during the girls’ early conversations.  

“I hope so. I think I’ve really found a good spot and once I officially graduate, I’ll be able to contribute so much more.” Courtney looked over to Brittany who looked back. 

“If you try to leave after all you’ve already put me through, I’ll hunt you down and personally squish you.” Brittany winked. 

This earned laughter once again. The, now tipsy, group was really feeling themselves. As the party went on, the women split into their own conversations. 

Brittany, Amelia, and Megan were discussing HR roles and procedures while Katrina and Courtney had settled on the other side of the room.  

Courtney wasn’t used to one of her subordinates being larger than herself, but Katrina stood 8ft 5in tall. Brittany told Courtney that once she fully graduated, she’d allow for more advancements, but for now, Courtney was not going to get any taller than her current 7ft 11in; Brittany had granted more inches in the past few weeks due to her quick progress in contributing to the company.  

“I really like your fit.” Courtney commented on Katrina’s outfit, which earned a pleasant smile. 

“Yours is nice too. Love the sandals. I always feel like I’m going into battle when I wear mine.” Katrina returned with a compliment on Courtney’s gladiator sandals.  

The two continued their conversation 

Courtney learned that Katrina specifically requested to be transferred to New Orleans. Courtney’s name had spread through the company and Katrina wanted to see the “Wiz Kid” in action herself.  

“I now know I made a great decision. I didn’t know how I’d feel at first reporting to somebody 7 years younger than me, but you’re a natural.” Katrina’s words made Courtney blush. 

“T-thank you.” For once, Courtney was speechless. 

The two sat down and continued to talk. Courtnery learned that Katrina had started at Vilecio Seattle, but bounced around offices. She eventually settled at HQ in Dallas, but now gave New Orleans a try. She was a graduate of Cal, where she got her Undergrad and Masters, then she got her Ph.D at Caltech.  

“Oh wow. I feel way underqualified now. I mean Doctor Fjordesen was an idiot, but you make me feel like one.” Courtney replied. 

“Eh. Nothing but papers.” Katrina assuaged Courtney, “I mean. Technically I am supposed to take orders form you so none of those credentials really matter. I mean, look at Amanda down there.”  

Courtney stared down to the woman tied on the outside of her right sandal, “Would you believe that when I started here, she was my supervisor in Seattle?” Katrina added 

“No way.” Came Courtney’s reply. 

“Oh yes way. Little 5ft 5in me and 6ft 3in Amanda directing me around. She was the smartest person I ever met.” Katrina then looked into Courtney’s eyes with a smirk. 

Courtney’s face grew flush as she was filled with pride. 

“I was promoted over her eventually. I guess that didn’t sit well, so she came down here about 3 years ago.” Katrina’s eyes went back down to Amanda. “She wanted to change the world. Do the most good, but that changed shortly afterward. I guess it only benefited her to do good until her pride took a hit.” Katrina downed the rest of her drink and set it on the table.  

“Well. To an extent she did stick to her word.” Corutney looked down at Amanda as she spoke. 

“How’s that?” Katrina raised an eyebrow. 

“You would not believe the magic she works on my feet.” Courtney replied. 

Katrina nearly choked on spit from her following laughing fit. 

“Wanna give her a go?” Courtney asked with a smirk. 

“Can I?” Katrina asked. 

“Absolutely.” Courtney replied.  

Minutes later, Amanda stood in Katrina’s shadow with Kyle in tow. Katrina had slipped off her sandals and sat with her feet flat against the coffee table. She rested her head on her forearms balancing on her knees. Her blue toes wiggled in the room’s mood lighting. 

“Who’s the little guy?” Katrina asked inquisitively 

“Oh. That’s Kyle. We had a trisk back in college. But he broke my heart. When he saw the goddess, I had become he begged for me to take him back. He said I could do anything to him. So I did.” Courtney lied heavily. 

Kyle wanted to protest, but Courtney had placed him on permanent mute.  

“Right on. That’s how I got most these little dudes.” Katrina wiggled her toes to show off the men wrapped around them. 

“From left to right. Nick; my first employee. He had a thing for powerful women. Boy doesn’t he regret telling me that now. Jerome; he kept offering to rub my feet, so now he just lives wrapped around my toe. Matt; we dated for a bit but caught him cheating with Sandra who’s around my wrist.” 

Courtney stared in awe as Katrina named and shamed. 

“Hank; he thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen. And last, but not least, Vince; we actually got along quite well. He wasn’t a creep. He respected me and the other girls. We even had a small fling which ended amicably. But, and this is my bad, he kinda got demoted by somebody...” Katrina raised a hand with a sly grin, “...so she could take him with her to her new office.” 

“Oh. Sorry. Go ahead you two.” Katrina waved her hand for Amanda and Kyle to continue at her feet as they waited for her to finish talking. 

Katrina watched as Amanda directed Kyle between her toes. 

“Damn. She’s still ordering somebody around even at this size.” Katrina laughed as Amanda put her right foot on Kyle’s ass and pushed him into the sweaty crevice. Courtney and Katrina both laughed at this which made Amanda beam with pride... 

“Good girl. You keep doing this, and I’ll keep getting you A’s.” Kyle looked down to the watch top of Courtney’s head bob around his cock. Her blonde strands refracted and reflected light from different angles. He smiled as she pulled her head back, a string of spit mixed his precum stretched from her lips to the tip of his dick. She looked up pleadingly from her kneeling position between his legs. His member throbbed on the edge of explosion for more.  

“I-is that good enough?” she asked, hoping for the answer to be yes.  

Kyle tilted his head and smacked his lips, “I think you got a few more licks in you.” He leaned back and motioned for her to continue.  

Courtney’s soft lips and tongue massaged his shaft while her right hand cupped and fondled his balls. This was ecstasy, how easily he had directed her how he liked things to be done. 

“Oh yeah. Now you're getting it.” He closed his eyes and floated into bliss. 

Right as he climaxed, Courtney pulled her head from his dick and looked up him. She opened to mouth to speak, and the sound of a motorcycle shattered Kyle’s reality.  

Kyle groggily opened his eyes. His dick hung semi-flaccid between his legs, cum was shot down his right leg. A wet dream. Something he hadn’t had since he first hit puberty. In his woken state, the dream was reframed as a nightmare. It only served to remind him of what he once was. He attempted to stretch his sore arms and legs, but it was no use. He was still tied to the leather of Courtney’s gladiator sandal from the prior night. The smell of her sweat and leather hung in the air.  

An open window in Courtney’s bedroom let in the sounds and smells from outside. The city was slowly waking to a lazy Sunday. Kyle looked around to survey his current situation. The sandal which he was tied to lay awkwardly on this floor, it forced him to view the world at a sideways angle. He looked across the room to see Courtney’s other sandal lying on the ground – it was at least 20 feet away from him on the floor in Courtney’s large bedroom. He could barely make out Amanda’s squirming body in the morning light. His head hurt as he was not only dehydrated, but Courtney had partied early into the morning. The loud music of the bars she visited, along with her dancing no doubt gave him at least one concussion.  

She and Katrina had left the other girls after the party at Maison and had gone on their own celebration through the French Quarter. Kyle lost track of the number of guys Courtney had forced herself upon as ‘the birthday girl’. He remembered she and Katrina showing off their shrunken people to others.  

His final memory was that of Courtney somehow stumbling into her apartment which overlooked Canal Street. Her words and shouts of happiness heavily slurred. She said something to him and Amanda and then promptly kicked off her sandals, sending each flying to different parts of her bedroom before crashing onto her bed. As he remembered this, he could hear Courtney stir on the mattress above. 

“Mmmmmhhnnnn.” Courtney mumbled to herself as she smacked her lips and slowly opened her eyes. Through their bleariness, she could see that the sun was out, and the sky was blue. A cool early fall breeze came through her window off the Mississippi River. She rubbed her eyes and looked around her room, her mind slowly churned back as she remembered the prior night’s events. Her body lay in a twisted mess of sheets, pillows, and blankets. At some point during the night, her jeans had come off.  

“What time is it?” She croaked and reached for her phone. After rummaging her hand around her bedside table for a solid 15 seconds, her fingers finally gripped around the familiar rectangle. Courtney held the screen up to her eyes and squinted. “07:50 AM” the screen flashed briefly before dimming. “Only 4 hours of sleep.” She complained. She went back to sleep, but then groaned once again as she remembered that she promised Brittany earlier that week to lead the Quarterly community cleanup sponsored by Vilecio. She had less than an hour to be over in Algiers. “Fuuuuck me.” she moaned. She ran her fingers through her hair. Courtney Vance, still wrapped around her pointer finger, coughed as she was assaulted by the strands of hair. Courtney removed the tiny woman and placed her on the nightstand next to her phone. 

As Kyle lay tied to the shoe on the floor, he stared ahead blankly. His earlier dream and its results replayed on a loop. Then, as if they were meteors, Courtney’s bare feet descended and planted themselves in front of him. The light periwinkle nails gleamed in the morning light. His eyes followed her toned calves upward to see she was pant less. Her fit thighs revealed just a peek of her unshaven vagina. Kyle could feel his dick begin to rise once more.  

Courtney positioned herself on the edge of the bed and rested. She looked down at her toes resting on the pink rug under her bed. Her eyes looked over to see her right sandal resting with Kyle attached. With another groan, she reached down and picked up and loosened his restraints. She let the sandal fall back to the ground and held Kyle in her left hand. She then saw her other sandal across the room with Amanda still secure. Shakily, she rose to her feet and shuffled over. Amanda and Kyle were both pressed against one another in the grip of her left hand. She then remembered her classmates and panicked “OH FUCK.” as she had no idea where they were, but then she remembered Katrina’s suggestion before they went out. She hurried from her room to her entryway where her purse hung. She opened the black Hermes back and gave a sigh of relief. The miniature bodies lay in an exhausted heap against one another. She brought her purse into her room and carefully fished out each tiny former cohort and dropped them in an awaiting glass case. 

With this task done, Courtney rubbed her temples and began her walk to the shower. In the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was a frizzy mess. Her mascara and lipstick from the night before was smeared and mixed with her other makeup. She turned on her shower and let the room fill with steam. 

Kyle and Amanda had been placed by the bathroom sink while Courtney prepared for her shower. Kyle looked on as Courtney lifted her arms above her head and removed her blouse. She had certainly changed from the scrawny freshman he used to know. He thought about the fact that even if he was full size, she could probably still easily take him as she was over 1.5ft taller than his old self. Muscles popped on her that he didn’t know she even had. He continued to stare until her right hand descended and grabbed both he and Amanda once again. They were soon slid into pockets in a specially ordered wash rag. Their bodies held snug; they were submitted to the torture of washing their owner.  

In the shower, Courtney hummed pop hits to herself as she scrubbed her body. A healthy squirt of bodywash onto the rag and she rubbed her two tiny pets over herself. She lifted her left arm and scrubbed diligently. 2-day old stubble and dried sweat from the night before ensured Kyle and Amanda were well acquainted with her personal scent. She switched hands and repeated the act under her right arm. She squatted slightly and worked the rag over her crotch, she was careful to get into the crevices. Her hand reached behind and worked the rag between her ass cheeks.  

Kyle thought back to how his friends and him would joke about being used as a hot chick’s rag back in college. The reality of things was not as sexy. He did not get to decide where or when she rubbed him or how often she bathed. His mouth was often forced open to drink whatever wastewater ran down her body.  

Courtney completed her shower in 30 minutes, though she didn’t quite get through her entire routine, it was enough to get her presentable. She arrived at the volunteer station with 10 minutes to spare. By the time of her arrival, 100 volunteers were already waiting for her. 

“Hey everybody!” She waved softly with her right hand while giving a gleaming smile. Her hungover eyes were hidden behind the largest pair of sunglasses she owned, and her hair was tied into lazy ponytail. She wore her favourite pair of shoes – Amanda's – with Brad and Tanner supporting her feet. A pair of khaki shorts showed off her legs while a blue t-shirt with “VILECIO CARES” written on the front acted as her top. With her, she carried her usual work-assigned tablet. 

“So excited to have you all here today. Getting a chance to work with the community is always rewarding.” She lied. She would rather be hiding in her bed.  

Her eyes ran down the list of those present: members of local sororities and fraternities; police, fire, and military; and then some court-ordered volunteers. Courtney made a note to keep an eye on those individuals. The sun and breeze up the river made the day a pleasant one, but Courtney could tell it was going to get warmer. As she looked around the throng of people before her, Courtney couldn’t help but notice she was easily the tallest one there – it made her feel a small sense of pride. 

10 minutes later, Courtney and the volunteers were spread up-and-down the riverside. Bags in tow, they all tended carefully to their surroundings, not piece of litter escaped.  

Courtney thought briefly about the weird dichotomy. Here she joined others in cleaning and caring for their community. They were all on the same level, but then her bare feet sweated inside her shoes as two former men absorbed it. Courtney worked her way toward a few sorority girls, down on the banks where water lapped at their feet. She couldn’t help but notice a “Red Sox” cap on one of the girls. Her brunette ponytail pulled through the back of it. 

“You from Boston?” Courtney asked the girl, catching her off guard. 

“Huh?” She replied at first, but then remembered her cap. “OH. Uh, Worcester.” She smiled at Courtney. 

“Right on. I’m from Amherst.” Courtney replied and stepped closer to the girl. 

The two then talked about how they both found themselves in New Orleans. 

Courtney learned the girl, whose name was Kayla, was majoring in Business Pre-Law at Tulane with hopes of getting accepted into their law school. She hoped to get into Vilecio as a lawyer. She actually just turned 21 a week prior. It made Courtney feel quite proud of herself to be in the position she was in learning this fact.  

“Keep at it.” Courtney encouraged her and then shared her own story. 

“Both my parents are professors at UMass where they raised me and my older brother and two younger brothers...” Courtney began.  

Courtney talked about how she was always considered the ‘runt’ by her family even though she was tall for a girl at her old height of 5ft 8in.  

“All my bros are easily over 6ft, thanks to pops. Wait till they get a look at me at Thanksgiving. Pretty sure they won’t be calling me ‘little’ sis anymore.” Courtney stood and flexed her arms. 

"Man. I can’t wait until I have that chance to that get large. Right now, the only way to is through Vilecio’s Customer Loyalty Program. And, unfortunately, eating ramen everyday only allows you to save so much.” Kayla kicked at the dirt with her rain boot. “It sucks being 5ft 5.”  

“Eh, that’s not all that bad.” Courtney tried to encourage her. “I mean, you could be one of these two.” She raised her left arm to show Kyle and Amanda with their hands and feet linked together around her wrist to act as a bracelet. 

“Oh my god. I didn’t even realize you were wearing that!” Kayla stood in awe of Courtney’s living jewelry.  
“Any annoying Frats you hate? I’m sure I could get you and your friends a few pairs.” Courtney half-joked. She, unfortunately, wasn’t authorized to do that quite yet. 

“Ugh. I wish.” Kayla replied and then talked about how hard it was to be an attractive girl going for law. “On one hand some people don’t take you seriously on another some people resent you for being both pretty and smart” she lamented. 

Courtney nodded in agreement, “I completely understand. Same way in science.” She paused, “However, when they’re toe height, they seem to show a bit more respect.” She smiled. Courtney went on to encourage Kayla to keep at it and to reach out to her if she ever found herself at Vilecio. 

It only took an hour for the mass of people to clear their assigned area. 

Courtney stood in front the group and congratulated them all on a job well done. She then directed them to a nearby food truck for lunch provided by Vilecio. The applause caused Courtney to slightly blush. Kayla walked past and thanked her for the chat. Courtney couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in her stomach; helping the community felt great. 

Brittany smiled as she scrolled through her phone. A picture of Courtney standing with the volunteers for a large group photo popped up on her VYou social media page. Brittany loved how her young protégé stood head and shoulders over everybody else in the photo. Not only was the event good PR for Vilecio as a hold, but it also acted as a sales display of what could be possible either, working for Vilecio or being in the Customer Loyalty Program. 

She was enjoying her Sunday in her Garden District home; since expanded to accommodate her large size, it stood a traditional 6 stories high with 3 floors within. Each floor from floor to ceiling was 20ft. The development of her abode did involve her buying and demolishing nearby historical buildings, but a few SMOL favors here and there got the city off her back. The land also accommodated a detached guest house and private gym. The Dunham estate had become quite a famous landmark to locals.  

She was currently dripping with sweat as she had just finished nearly two hours of lifting in her gym. She was dressed in a peach sports bra with matching yoga pants, both of which looked painted onto her large body. Beads of sweat ran down her skin, some drops fell from her onto the rubberized floor below. Her hair was put into a ponytail.  

Brittany placed her phone into her right pant pocket and raided her arms above her head. She intertwined her fingers and pulled them so that her torso stretched out. She then bent over at the waist and touched the floor. Despite her enormous size, she was still extremely flexible. She flexed her glutes and pulled her upper body back vertical. With a yawn she turned and walked toward one wall of the room; her bare feet leaving sweaty footprints in their wake. Her eyes were set on a small, trembling man. His nude body out in the open, forced to wait for her. She wasn’t worried about him escaping; there were things far more dangerous than her outside the building. 

He could only watch as Brittany’s giant body neared. He had once been the head of the digital marketing team, but complaints from his subordinates had seen him slowly reduced over the year. His latest demotion three days earlier saw him enrolled in a Personal-Improvement-Plan personally oversaw by Brittany. She felt it was partly her fault he had done so poorly as she personally chose him for the position a year and a half prior.  

“8-inches, Asher. I’m ashamed. You were, what, almost 9feet when I put you in position?” Brittany now stood directly above him, her sweat soaked body changed the nearby atmosphere; he could feel the increased humidity in the air. 

“What’d you tell me when I gave you that job?” Brittany asked with her hands on her hips. She looked down to Asher like a disappointed mother. 

“That I wouldn’t let you down...” his voice trailed off as he stared at the bare concrete floor not covered by the rubber gym mats.  

“And what’d you do?” She raised an eyebrow. 

“I let you down.” Asher sounded forlorn. 

“You sure did. Here I thought I had a piece in place to lean on. Instead, what I got was just another steppingstone.” Brittany raised her right foot and held it over Asher to emphasize her point. 

The thin blond-headed man stared up at his superior’s sole. He was always intimidated by Brittany’s size, but in his current stature, it was like dealing with a being from another plane of existence.  

Brittany hovered her foot over Asher so that he was centered under the ball of her sole.  

“Is this more suitable for you?” She asked and wiggled her toes. 

Brittany’s sole hung mere centimeters above Asher. The sweat, dust, and dirt covered skin cast a large shadow upon him; it was surprisingly dark. It reminded Asher of growing up in Oklahoma and watching as a Tornado front rolled in. The air held the same eeriness. Calm with a sense of danger. He stared up in, both extreme fear and awe.  

“I asked you a question.” Brittany spoke again. 

Asher couldn’t find his words, though he felt like he could drink the air around him due to its humidness, his lips and throat were dry with fear. He coughed to clear his throat. 

“Um. If you desire, Miss Dunham.” He attempted to give the best answer he could. 

Brittany rolled her eyes, “Oh wow. The incredible shrinking man squanders yet another opportunity. No wonder Veronica took over your department so easily if this is how you react to a literal life or death situation.” She lowered her foot so that her heel rested on the bare floor while her sole remained over Asher, this forced the miniature man onto his back. 

Asher felt his heart rate increase. All 21+ inches of Brittany’s size 42.5 foot rested precariously above him. If she desired, she could easily snuff out his life. 

“I mean, you went to Yale for christ's sake. Yet some hick from Lafayette comes and runs circles around you. This really puts me in a difficult spot, y’know? Now I gotta become friendly with her and decide what to do with you. Do you know how hard it is to keep track of all your runts?” Brittany boomed referring to her other tiny slaves, her own Appalachian accent came through.  

“Now look what you made me do. Fucking pulled the country out of me.” Brittany did her best to suppress her accent and avoid the past she was ashamed of, but in times of stress such as this, it often pushed itself out. “I’m too tired for this.” Brittany let her foot rest onto the ground. 

Asher screamed and held his arms out in some futile manner to stop the massive wall of flesh from flattening him. It was a hopeful, but futile attempt. 

Brittany rested her weight carefully. She could feel the man less than 1/3rd the size of her foot entombed by her warm skin. She had naturally low arches and wondered how much air he was getting.  

Asher had turned his head to the side just-in-time. Brittany’s sole rushed down and trapped him. His boss’ foot sweat soon covered his body along with the solution of dirt and grime in created. He sucked in sharp gasps of air as Brittany’s weight kept him from fully inhaling. Her vinegary scent coated the air. 

Brittany rotated her foot left and right as she felt Asher’s body pressed into her sole. Her nails were natural – Caleb and the others were set to paint them later that day. She enjoyed feeling Asher’s body forced to move with her foot, his body completely at the mercy of her own movements. 

Asher moaned and yelled as Brittany’s appendage rotated against him. Her sweat was smeared even more over his body as his tiny dick brushed against the warm flesh. He attempted to inhale, but a mouthful of flesh blocked his airway. He could feel Brittany increase the pressure on him. 

Brittany pressed down harder. Her top teeth grabbed her bottom lip and bit down as all her stress and disappointment was channeled into her right foot. The appearance of her accent brought back suppressed memories. She thought back to her life growing up. How her parents constantly berated her for being ‘lazy’ and a ‘disappointment’ for focusing on her schoolwork instead of ‘real’ work. They told her to get a job at the auto-plant when she turned 16, they needed her to work. Brittany refused. To them, she might as well have spat in their faces. Growing up, they made it apparent that work and money were the only things that mattered. It infuriated her that people like Asher couldn’t or wouldn’t think that way – they were disappointments.  

Asher felt himself begin to lose consciousness, the already dark world between Brittany’s sole and the floor grew dimmer. Sweat forced its way into his mouth and down his windpipe. It was an odd sensation to have the air crushed out of you while also seemingly drowning. One final muffled scream and he slipped into the darkness. 

45 more seconds of grinding and Brittany could no longer feel Asher’s resistance. She rolled her eyes and lifted her gigantic appendage. 

In a puddle of her foot sweat, Asher’s limp body lay. His arms and legs askew from Brittany’s movements. Brittany stooped down and watched him for 15 seconds, she could see his tiny chest rising and lowering with his breaths. 

“Such a letdown she whispered.” She scooped him up in her left hand and walked barefoot from her gym to her main home. Her footprints stained the pavestones leading into the house. Her soles slapped against the hardwood floors throughout the restored and remodeled Greek-revival manor. She walked into her home office and opened a drawer in her gigantic redwood desk. She pulled out a manilla envelope lined with bubble wrap.  

Asher, still unconscious, was unaware of what was occurring as Brittany dropped his limp body into the envelope and gave it a long lick. She hummed to herself as she sealed it and then turned it over. With a pen she grabbed from her desk, she began writing. 

TO: 
Vilecio Industries 
C/O Veronica Gautier 
456 Canal Street, New Orleans, LA 

FROM: 
B.Dunham 

Brittany continued humming as she walked from her home out to her mailbox at the edge of her property along the street. A gust of wind blew against her skin, now sticky with dried sweat. She carefully dropped the envelope containing Asher into her mailbox and turned to leave. As she spun around a group of young men, no doubt in town for some fun, drove by with their jaws slack. She heard their car crash into something while she continued walking back up her drive.  

She spent the rest of the day sitting in her sunroom reading through her backlog of books. She was currently in the second book of a new series she started reading, “The Valkyries of Mars.” About a planet of warlike men going to war with a planet of peaceful, technologically superior, women. Things were not going well for the men. Her eyes pulled the words from the pages. 

“...and at once 1000 ships flew into orbit over the war hungry planet. Their crews eager to punish those below for spilling their sisters’ blood...The captain of the Anath stood in her armor of gleaming blue platinum and silver...”  

“Oooh. That sounds pretty.” Brittany commented aloud, “When y’all get done, let’s go with an alternating Cobalt & Silver finish.”  

At the end of the lounge chair on which Brittany lied; Caleb, Damien, Hailey, Lauren, Regina, Roger, and Lyle all worked. All hands on desk. At her current size, it practically took all of them to properly tend to a given task.  

“Miss. Your tea.” Trevor’s 13inch body struggled with the large, insulated cup between his arms. It took him nearly 25 minutes to get it from the kitchen to where Brittany lay dressed in a black robe; her hair, still moist from her shower, rested heavily on her shoulders. Without looking, Brittany reached down and effortlessly lifted the cup from his miniscule hands. Trevor, still used to his life as a millionaire bachelor athlete, was not used to seeing a woman so carefree around him.  

Yes, he’d seen many half-nude or fully nude girls in his day; but the way Brittany behaved so relaxed was different. Coupled with the fact that she had yoked him so easily and he felt his stomach flutter seeing her. His eyes travelled down her relaxed form. Her bare feet rested as she read, her other tiny slaves tended diligently to their care. Trevor’s eyes scanned up past her ankles and her freshly shaven legs; he still struggled to comprehend their size.  

His heart picked up steam as his eyes passed Brittany’s knees to the end of the robe. Britanny had left it untied and Trevor could see her toned stomach and sculpted breasts through the folds of the plush garment. He thought back to 2 days prior how Brittany had worn him as a thong so easily and carelessly. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

Brittany took a sip from the cup and looked down at Trevor. He was completely hairless. Brittany didn’t allow him to grow any hair due to her propensity to stick him between her cheeks. Luckily, she was able to get Courtney’s team to whip up a pill which encouraged the human body to lose all its hair. She regularly mixed it in with Trevor’s food. His once sculpted body, though still fit, was now leaner compared to his playing days.  

Trevor continued to stare at her body, his eyes traveled back down to her feet. 8 out of 10 toes were painted. He thought about how many times he had massaged or worshipped them since he was SMOL’d. Something about it felt right. 

“Why are you still here?” Brittany’s voice caught his attention. He quickly turned his head. 

Brittany looked down into the green eyes staring back at her.  

“If I go and find my shoes aren’t polished, you’re going to be auctioned off for charity at tomorrow’s dinner.” Brittany threatened. 

“C-certainly Miss.” Trevor scurried away; the image of Brittany relaxed on the chair burned into his mind. 

Trevor stared at the shoe that was larger than he was. One of Brittany’s large black leather pumps stood in front of him. He held a towel-sized rag in his hand as a vat of black polish lay to the side. He carefully worked as he had been trained. He swirled in and smoothed out the layers of polish until a nice reflection of himself was starting to show. This was his 10th shoe in 3 hours, the sun had set, and Brittany had gone out to enjoy her usual Sunday night seafood dinner. Trevor had 8 more shoes to go – Brittany wanted 18 to choose from for the ball. He should have been finished by the time she returned. 

2 hours later, Trevor had worked his way to shoe number 15. His body ached as he had to push and rub with all his muscles to work a good shine into the leathers. The fumes of the polish had caused him some slight lightheadedness and slowed him down, but he carried on. He stared into his reflection on the bulbous toe of a black leather combat boot. At a size 42; Trevor was enamored by its size. It was easily taller than he was. He was sure it could hold at least two gallons of water. The thought made him thirsty as his water bowl was empty and he forgot to inform Brittany. He looked up to the top of the shoe and thought. 

Minutes later, Trevor climbed up the laces of the boot to its mouth. He peered into the darkness inside. He could smell the well-worn leather and remnants of Brittany’s foot scent. He was sure there was water. He leaned in and fell. 

The inside of the boot served to be a reminder of Brittany’s size. Trevor thought if he could reach on his toes, he may be able to pull himself out; alas he was too weak from hunger and thirst. He looked down at the tan leather insole. A solid black ‘42’ stamped into it. He could see the outline of Brittany’s footprint and felt what remained of her sweat in the air. He felt a literal light go off. Trevor got on his hands and knees and placed his tongue to the leather; it was slightly moist. He then began to suck and chew on the material hoping to get some moisture. He sucked aggressively until he passed out. 

Brittany walked through the large front door of her mansion. Her stomach was full, and her mind was free. She loved Sunday Night Seafood. Pounds of Crawfish and Shrimp perished to her. It was a way for her to just knock back and relax. Sure, people knew who she was, but nobody expected her to be her, and she tipped well so nobody really cared.  

She wore a pair of black flip-flops, running shorts, and a novelty tee “Craw to Momma” it read with an anthropormized female crawfish winking. Her shirt was stained with seasoning and sauces. She kicked her flip flips across the vestibule.  

“Trevvy. I’m hoooommmeee.” She yelled as she slammed the door behind her. “My shoes better be sparkling.” 

She ascended the stairs slowly. She could see her bedroom light was on, but heard no indication of activity. 

“I swear to god...” she began but was greeted with just her combat boots standing alone in the middle of her floor. One was polished, mostly, while the other was untouched. Trevor was nowhere to be found. 

Brittany strode to the polished boot and lifted it up; as she did so, she heard something rattle within.  

“Don’t tell me this idiot got stuck in my boot.” She thought to herself. 

Sure enough, she angled the boot to see Trevor’s passed-out body within. He was in a deep sleep. Brittany thought about turning the boot over but stopped herself. She thought about why she would torture him right now. She was content. Her belly was full and the city’s former most eligible bachelor was sleeping in her boot. She had an entire company practically at her feet. 

“I’ll have you eating my toe jam tomorrow in front of your former teammates, little guy. For now, dream whatever freaky dreams you dream.” Brittany placed the boot down and tended to her pre-bedtime routine... 

Monday came and went like most other Mondays. Mostly uneventful with Brittany tending to random meetings and emails. She was ready for the Charity Gala that night, the ‘3rd Annual Vilecio Crescent City Charity Auction.’ It had been something Brittany started when she worked her way to the top of the New Orleans office, and she was truly passionate about; it also gave her a chance to show herself off, which she never shied away from.  

During the day, Brittany received an email from Veronica Gautier. The subject simply read ‘THANKS!’. An image attached showed Asher’s shrunken body curled into the fetal position in Veronica’s palm. Brittany was surprised he had made it through the mail but was happy that Veronica appreciated him.  

“What are you wearing tonight?” Courtney asked her boss. The two women walked side-by-side down a bare white hallway.  

“Oh? Hm. Sorry. Was reading this text.” Brittany slid her phone into her right pocket. “I’m not really sure. Maybe something gold and black?” She asked her young subordinate. 

Courtney shook her head, “I think that's a bit gauche. Honestly, I think you should go with that red midi dress you got, matching heels, and popping red lipstick.” Courtney emphasized the ‘pop’ with her lips which made Brittany smile. 

Brittany pictured herself in her head. “You know. That does sound lit.”  

Courtney began laughing, which caused Brittany to pause. 

“What’s so funny?” She asked. 

“Please.” Courtney stifled her laughter. “Please don’t ever say that again.” She allowed herself to continue laughing. 

Brittany was confused and a bit angry, “What? Lit?” 

Courtney raised her and grabbed her stomach, “Please. No. Stop!” 

Brittany rolled her eyes. “OH Please. I’m only 7 years older than you. I think I have the right to still use the hip slang.” Her large right hand reached pushed into Courtney’s face which caused the girl to nearly fall over. 

Courtney struggled to regain her balance in her blue Kitty heels. She grabbed her chest and caught her breath. 

“Alright, Sasquatch. I get it.” She stuck her tongue out at Brittany. 

Something about the younger girl really made Brittany happy. It was like the sister she never had; Jenn, as odd as it was to say it, was wise beyond her years. Brittany looked more to her as a source of wisdom. 

Their respective footsteps continued to clack on the linoleum floor until they reached a large set of double doors. The duo stopped and read a large sign on the door. 

“NEW ORLEANS ARCHIVES. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.” 
 
Brittany led the way and pushed the doors open. She had to duck her head slightly as this was an older part of the building, and the doorway only went up to 10ft. Courtney followed behind, for once thankful for being ‘short’.  

“So, what are we down in this dungeon for?” Courtney joked, but obviously nervous about the dark room they had entered.  

“Gonna look for some things to auction at the gala tonight. Usually, stuff from down here does well. People love owning a piece of history almost as much as they love owning actual people.” Brittany continued to lead the way. 

As they were 3 stories below ground level, the air was slightly moist and musty from ground water seeping in. New Orleans’ environment wasn’6 really the best for preserving anything you desired to be kept pristine.  

“Oooh. This may do.” Brittany held up a metallic band in her hand. 5 led lights imbedded into the metal showed unblinking. It was covered in a light layer of dust. 

“This.” Brittany began as she held the band up to her eyes and was obviously reminiscing. “Is the neuro-chip before the neuro-chip. The mind-band they called it.”  

Courtney raised an eyebrow at the name. 

“Don’t blame me. This thing was here years before I was.” Brittany snapped the band open and then closed with a satisfying clack.  “The logic was that anything you wrapped this around would be subject to commands much like the neuro-chip. However, it had its flaws. Couldn’t shrink, so there had to be many different sizes made. Often fell apart. And, worst of all, prone to not working.”  

Brittany shoved the band in her pocket. “This is what brought upon my idea of the neuro-chip. Why rely on an external tool when the person could *be* the tool.” She spoke proudly and continued walking through the aisles. 

As they walked deeper into the archives, Courtney choked on the musty air. She looked down at Courtney Vance in her usual spot around her left ring toe and wondered who had the better air at the moment.  

The sound of Brittany’s mules as they slapped against her large soles echoed throughout the room.  

“You know. You should see some of the stuff they have at HQ...” Brittany talked as she peeked on shelves and rummaged through boxes. “...Tye allegedly have the SMOL device used to shrink Nate Mullston.” She spoke referring to the first SMOL device used in an official capacity by any government.  

“Hmmm.” Brittany paused ahead of Courtney. “This *may* get something....” Brittany held up a small shadowbox with tiny clothes laid out carefully. “This, if I remember right, is when Vilecio tried to get into ‘tiny’ fashion. Didn’t do too well. Turns out small people don’t have a lot of money to spend on things...” She tucked the frame under her arm.  

Brittany continued around the archives for the next hour pointing out and showing various things to Courtney. Courtney, appreciative for the history lesson, was extremely grateful once they left the room.  

“Not a history fan?” Brittany asked as she could feel Courtney’s relief.  

“Never was my thing. I prefer to live in the now.” Courtney replied as she brushed off dust which somehow had attached itself to every inch of her body. 

“Well you know what they say?” Brittany asked as she led the way to the elevator. 

“What?” Courtney asked. 

“History is great people during great times...” Brittany did not follow-up her words as the elevator dinged. 

The two rode up to Brittany’s office and the conversation changed back to the gala. 

“You and who else are going to be there?” Courtney asked. 

“Let’s see. Me. You. Cassandra from accounting. And Katrina.” Brittany counted off. 

“OH wonderful.” Courtney was happy Katrina would be there. The two had texted back and forth since Friday but hadn’t gotten a chance to meet-up.  

Back in Brittany’s office, the two women chatted about their weekends and the gala. 

“You seemed to like the community service event.” Brittany commented. 

“Absolutely. It was nice to be able to give back and meet some of my neighbors.” Courtney spoke of the various people from around New Orleans who attended.  

“Wonderful. I’ll make note to get you on the committee overseeing our different causes.” Brittany replied. 

The elevator dinged once more. It had arrived at her office. Brittany stepped out into the lobby to her office. 

“Wanna come in for a drink? I’m pretty much done for the day.” Brittany invited her young protégé.  

“No thanks. I’m going to head down to the gym to get a workout in and then to the spa. Wanna get all my energy out before tonight.” Courtney replied. 

Brittany nodded and gave a small salute to Courtney as the doors closed. 

Courtney stared ahead. Her large hands were soaked with some calluses forming. A digital display situated before her showed her stats.  

1:10/500M 
28spm 
15,000m 
20mins 

The sound of whooshing water filled the air. Courtney leaned forward and pushed back; her strong legs flexed. The rowing machine on which she sat was supersized to account for people beyond Brittany’s height. She looked to her right where a wall-sized mirror hung and checked her form. Her purple leggings and matching sports bra were darkened with sweat. Her skin reflected the early afternoon light which came through the gym’s windows. 

She looked down as she slid forward once more and adjusted her posture. Her feet pushed hard against. She could feel Brad and Trevor’s ‘bodies’ morph around her soles and through her toes as the pressure increased upon them and then relented as she began to slide forward once again. 

Finally, she slid forward once last time and placed the machine’s handlebars into the holder. She loosened the straps around her shoes and carefully pulled her feet free. She stood up and grabbed her rented seat cushion from the machine’s seat and wiped herself down with a towel wrapped around her neck. Water-bottle in hand, she made her way from the gym. She wordlessly dropped the living cushion into a basket containing others.  

She soon lied face-down and nude on an oversized massage table. Her face rested softly in the head holder. Music featuring running water and soft chimes played on an overhead speaker. The lights were turned low. A knock came at the door to her room. 

“Come in.” Courtney replied. 

She heard soft patter of light footsteps and then a voice from above. 

“How are we doing today, Miss Hodges?” It was masculine. 

“Great. Thanks.” She replied with her eyes closed ready for her massage to get started. 

“I see we’re doing a full deep tissue for the next 90 minutes?” The voice sought to confirm. 

“Yep.” Courtney answered matter-of-factly. 

Without another word, the massage commenced. Courtney purred with pleasure as she felt the small, but strong hands work her over. The smell of eucalyptus in the massage oil filled the air. Over her shoulders and down her back, the fingers and palms dug in and pulled. Courtney’s face contorted with pleasure. She laughed as she felt the hand work their way down her thighs and struggle against her muscles. The thumbs dug in and pulled as they worked down her calves and then to her feet. The fingers of her masseuse made careful swirls on her soles and pulled with effort where needed. Each toe was carefully worked.  

About 2/3 of the way through, she was requested to roll over. She finally saw the man working her, he looked familiar, but couldn’t quite place it. He was a younger looking black man. Hair shaved short with some tattoos she couldn’t make out in the light. Though he currently stood over her in her prone position, she guessed he was no taller than 5ft. He carefully lifted her arms and legs and stretched them out. 

After going 10 minutes over the allotted time, her masseuse finished a hand massage and carefully placed her arm down. 

“I’ll let you get dress and will be back with a juice.” He whispered and then stepped from the room. 

Courtney opened her eyes which were heavy with sleep after the pampering. She sat up and then slid off the table. She walked across the room and grabbed a fluffy dark-blue robe which hung behind the door. Another soft knock came.  

“Come in.” Courtney coo’d happily. 

Sure enough, her masseuse returned and as Courtney had guessed, she easily towered at least 2 feet over him.  

“Mango Juice, miss.”  

Courtney grabbed the comically small paper-cup from his hands and easily tossed it back. She handed him the empty cup and then spoke. 

“I couldn’t help but notice you look slighly familiar?” she asked. 

“You may have seen me on TV.” He replied which earned a raised eyebrow. “I used to play in the NBA a year ago.” He filled Courtney in. 

“Ohhh.” It suddenly hit Courtney that he was part of the “Fallen Stars” program Brittany recently launched. “Well, you should've gotten into this sooner. You’re a natural.” She replied, not even caring what his name was. She patted his head and left the room for her next appointment. 

Courtney walked into a room with chairs against one wall looking out over another wall of windows over the Mississippi River. She walked to an empty chair and caught sight of Roy filing and random girl’s toes. A look of disdain on his face. Courtney smirked to herself as she took a seat. The soft robe hugged her freshly oiled and softened skin. 

The sound of squeaky wheels and soft footsteps soon sounded approaching her. She opened her eyes to see a 2ft tall man standing where her feet rested. She noticed his tray of tools (files, clippers, painting needs...). She then looked at his face. It was weathered. A 5’o’clock shadow covered his jawline. His hair, kept short thanks to weekly cuts, had streaks of grey. Otherwise, he was scrawny and pale. She guessed he was in his late 30s or early 40s. 

“My name is Ethan. I’ll be your tech today.” His voice was monotone.  

Courtney rolled her eyes. 

“Ethan. I’m going to need you to be a bit more enthusiastic.” She extended her right foot and placed her toes under his chin so that his eyes looked up into hers.  

Ethan shook with a mix of fear, anger, and shame. The girl who he could tell was much younger than himself was already degrading him. 

“I’m going to need a nice metallic maroon and I really want you to work the callouses. Okay, bud?” Courtney asked as she still held his head under the chin. 

“Yes.” He replied and attempted to pull his head free. 

“Good.” Courtney smirked and pulled her foot back. She watched as Ethan, dressed in a super-small Vilecio polo shirt and khaki pants, pulled the necessary supplies from his cart.  

Ethan stared at the large soles of the girl who was ordering him around. It was something he was now used to as he had been demoted to spa duty for nearly 3 weeks at this point. To be honest, he lost track of time, every day was the same. Ordered from bed at 5AM to get things ready for the day and only allowed 30 minutes for lunch and then sent to bed at 9PM. No downtime between. He grabbed a tube of exfoliant cream and squeezed a large dollop into his left palm. He sighed as he rubbed his hands together. 

Courtrney tapped away on her phone. Messages and final details of that night's gala were flying to and fro. Katrina was asking about dinner before or drinks after. Brittany was exclaiming how excited she was. Cassandra asked who she should wear. It made Courtney feel warm and fuzzy to have such a close-knit group of women to bond with. A grunt from the end of the chair caught her attention. 

Courtney looked down as Ethan rubbed his small hand covered in exfoliant up and down her left foot. She felt his miniature fingers push into her sole and run between her toes. The look on his face showed concentration and resentment.  

 “Be sure to get the heels. They’ve been rough from my judo classes.” Courtney commanded and then tapped her ear. She asked V for information on Ethan. 

She learned he was a former IT head and had been demoted for fraternizing with a subordinate. He was 37 and his wife actually worked in legal. Most likely she pulled some strings to have him placed in his current position. 

“Ethan, you’re doing great.” Courtney teased, “Chelsea would be so proud of you.” she dug in the humiliation with his wife’s name. V continued to give her more information on Ethan as she smiled. 

Ethan gritted his teeth, most of those who came into the spa would get information from V and used it to humiliate the smaller workers. He kept his eyes focused on Courtney’s sole, its well moisturized soft wrinkles reflected the sunlight from the windows behind him. His hands worked around the well-formed heel; he could feel Courtney’s strength behind it. 

She moved her foot to the side so that she could see Ethan’s face. She then untied her robe and let it slide open. It opened ever-so-slightly to reveal her toned body underneath. 

Ethan’s throat went dry as he stared up at Courtney. The robe revealed just enough to tease hm. Her breasts just viewable in the gap rested softly on her chest. Her toned abs shone in the sunlight and her crotch was freshly shaven. His eyes travelled down her large thighs until he was once more looking at her sole. He felt his dick rise in his pants. 

"Damn shame Chelsea has a request on your file to deatomize you if you get caught fraternizing again. Otherwise I’d help you out.” Courtney winked as she revealed to Ethan the actions his former wife had taken against him. 

Ethan shuddered at the thought of becoming a pile of goop. He remembered back to how Chelsea was heartbroken with him but didn’t think she’d go that far. His hard-on quickly subsided and he returned to pampering the size 27 foot over half as long as he was tall. 

The minutes ticked by as Courtney watched Ethan work. One-by-one, her nails were soaked, cleaned, filed, and painted. She looked on as his hands carefully preened her cuticles and shaped her nails. At one point, she became entranced by Ethan’s process. As much as she could tell he hated his life, she could also tell he was a man who took pride in all his actions. Finally, hands soaked and covered in sweat, Ethan looked up at Courtney who had dived back into her phone. 

“All done...” he paused as if choking “...miss” he finished.  

“Hm?” Courtney looked up from her phone to see Ethan standing with his hands behind his back by her feet. Her peds were softened and moisturized. Her toes were each a delicate work of art. She smiled and wiggled her digits. 

“Very very nice, little man.” She leaned forward to inspect the work more closely. “Not a nail out of place and not a drop of polish out of line.”  

She then yawned at lifted her arms above her head. “Aw man. How long was that?” She looked down at her phone which read 4:45PM. “Oh wow. That took you almost 3 hours?” She layered on the humiliation. She stretched and yawned once more. 

“So.” She clapped her hands together and smiled at Ethan. “You want the good news or the bad news?” 

Ethan raised an eyebrow, not daring to speak as he stared down at Courtney’s cleavage in the robe.  

“Well, I always liked the good news first, so I’ll do that.” Courtney began not awaiting a reply. “Good news is you won't have to do this any longer.” she smiled. 

Ethan unsure of what the younger woman’s game was. 

“The bad news. Well only bad for you, really.” Courtney leaned back and flexed her soles in his face. “Chelsea and I had a nice long chat on the internal DM service. And she’s a really nice lady. I wanted to make things right between you two. ” Courtney smirked... 

Dressed in a tshirt and jeans before she went home to change for the gala, Courtney knocked on the door of the 22nd floor of the building.  

A nameplate on the wall next to the door read “CHELSEA MCSTONE”. 

“You must be the great Courtney Hodges.” A tall brunette rose behind a glass desk. She wore a plain black skirt with a matching blazer and black blouse. Her black leather heels filled her outfit as thick-rimmed black glasses adorned her face.  

Courtney approached the woman who was a few inches tall than herself.  

“Nice to meet you in person!” Courtney exclaimed as she released her hug.  

“What can I do for you” Chelsea asked.  

“Oh. I just wanted to stop by with a gift for you to thank you for helping a bored girl out earlier.” Courtney replied, referring to their conversation earlier. 

“It was random, but sure. It was fun! Happy to get to know one of our company’s rising stars.” Chelsea returned to her seat behind the desk and sat down. 

“And..” Courtney began and reached into her person hanging at her side. “...I wanted to give you this.” She pulled out a small jar with a label stuck on. She carefully placed it on Chelsea’s desk. 

Chelsea raised an eyebrow confused. She reached for the jar and looked into it. A brown puddy-like substance was held within. She then looked at the label. 

“ETHAN OLIVER” it read. 

“You don’t? It can’t? Is this?” Chelsea was speechless. 

Courtney nodded giddily. “It is! I had the opportunity to meet Ethan earlier as he gave me a wonderful puddy. V told me all about his history and the notes on his file. He seemed so miserable at the spa, I figured he’d be happier here.” she winked. 

Chelsea reached into the jar and placed two fingers into what used to be her ex-husband. She poked and prodded the goopy substance with a lithe smile. 

“You like it?” Courtney bounced.  

“I mean. My birthday isn’t until February, but I’ll take this gift now” Chelsea pulled Ethan’s form from the jar and played with it in her hands. 

Courtney watched as Chelsea pulled the puddy thin and then rolled into a ball. She couldn’t imagine the torture which the man was going through. Chelsea then stuffed ‘Ethan’ back into the jar and smiled up at Courtney. 

“This is great. I’ll play with him whenever I’m bored.” She set the jar by the nameplate on her desk. 

“He’ll need to be hydrated at least once a day to ensure he doesn’t dry up into dust.” Courteny looked at the jar, then added “They make great insoles....”  

Done with her good deed for the day, Courtney left the office to prepare for the gala... 

The red-soled Louboutin heels stood proudly at the side of Brittany’s bed. Their size often made her laugh. She wondered how much of a cow they had to use to come up with the leather. They were chunky heels with basic black leather straps. Large enough to hold her feet, but elegant and understated. They were open toed, which Brittany loved. The insoles had been set for that night earlier by Trevor.  

6 small humans lay starfished on the crème-coloured insole. Their bodies were held in place with a thick layer of Tiny Tack.  In the left shoe, Lauren, Hailey, and Damien’s naked bodies lay as they awaited Brittany’s foot. In the right shoe Roger, Lyle, and Reigna’s bodies were affixed.  

Brittany hummed to herself as she put the final touches on for the night. Her hair was tied into a French Braid bun and her fingernails and toenails were painted in a sleek candy-apple red color. Her lips matched. A single-shouldered blood-red rushed gown flowed down her fit form. 3 large gold buttons rand down the left sid of the dress. A cut down the right side of the dress showed off her bare thigh. Her breasts were perfectly cradled on her chest.  

Trevor’s heart thumped in his chest as he watched Brittany from his position atop her mattress. A spot he wasn’t unfamiliar with as she had made use of him heavily since he was shrunk, but the current sight of her rushing around was something different. The absolute grace with which she moved made Trevor’s mouth go dry. Her bare feet danced across the carpet in her bedroom as she moved between her bathroom, clothing closet, and wardrobe. He caught sight of himself in one of Brittany’s many mirrors and sighed. He was dressed to match a theme put forth by Brittany.  

The theme of their outfit was “Ringleader”. Brittany’s all red attire with the gold buttons was supposed to conjure images of a circus ringleader. Trevor, meanwhile, wore a red fez. Around his neck, a golden titanium collar was secured. On his torso he wore a red vest which showed off his bare chest. A small pair of black bohemian pants covered his legs. His shoeless feet completed the ensemble.  

“Ready, monkey boy?” Brittany asked with her hands on her hips and her body cocked slightly to the right. 

Trevor smacked his dry lips as he drank her in. Despite how she treated him as an object, he couldn’t help but be physically attracted to her. 

“Y-yes Miss Dunham.” He sputtered 

As she looked down upon Trevor, Brittany couldn’t help but give herself a pat on the back. He looked almost like one of those monkeys that would dance for coins as a mustachioed man would play an organ grinder.  

Brittany sat down on her bed and snapped her fingers at Trevor who quickly slid down from the bed onto the floor where he carefully picked up one of Brittany’s awaiting heels. Though the shoe was almost as twice as large as him, he wrestled with the footwear until he had lifted it from the floor. His legs and back strained as he carefully waddled to Brittany’s awaiting appendage.  

Damien could only stare as Trevor lifted his prison upward. Within seconds, he was soon presented with the underside of his ex’s massive foot. The soft skin was pinkened from Brittany’s movements. He closed his eyes and held his breath as the warm flesh soon enveloped him, Lauren, and Hailey.  

Trevor carefully buckled the heel strap around Brittany’s left ankle and stepped back. His eyes started from the tips of her toes and travelled up her dress to her face which was uncaring of him. Regardless of the countless times before which Brittany had handled him like a doll or pressed him underfoot, he still struggled to come to terms with her size (or his lack thereof).  

“Speed it up, little guy.” Brittany commanded as she looked into her phone’s camera and placed some finishing touches on her makeup. She felt Calbe stirring between her ass-cheeks as she sat.  

Once more, Trevor grunted and groaned as he lifted the other shoe and placed upon Brittany’s right foot. The tiny people on the insole suctioned to her sole. 

Brittany turned off her phone and closed her make-up kit. She looked down at her feet and smiled as Trevor stood between them and looked up at her. “Good Job.” She smiled. She then reached into a hidden pocket of her dress and pulled out a long chain matching the color of the bracelet and Trevor’s collar. She attached one end to a bracelet around her right wrist. He attention turned to the man below. 

Trevor stood helplessly as she reached down and grabbed him with her left hand. Her fingers wrapped around him as his body nestled into her palm. Its warmth and plushness were, in a way, comforting to Trevor. Brittany’s fingers soon opened around him to reveal her face hovering above. Trevor dared not move as Brittany’s other hand hovered over him. 

Brittany reached down with the end of the chain in her right hand and carefully attached the free end of the chain to Trevor’s collar with a satisfying snap. She pulled it slightly to ensure it was secure. 

Trevor felt his Adam's apple push back forcefully into his throat as Brittany ‘softly’ tested the collar and chain’s linkage.  

Brittany seemed pleased and wrapped her hand once more around Trevor and shoved him into the dress’ pocket which was hidden around her crotch. The only sign of her passenger was about 8ft of chain leading from her wrist and into the pouch. The thunder of her heeled feet stepping across the floor signaled to Trevor that they were leaving.  

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Courtney couldn’t believe it. The number of celebrities and athletes in Four Seasons’ convention center was impressive. In the short 3 years of the gala’s existence, it had become New Orleans premier event – even usurping Mardi Gras to an extent. Anything with Brittany involved seemed to be golden. As her eyes travelled around the crowd, she wondered how many of those in attendance were future ‘fallen stars’. She then caught sight of Brittany towering over the crowd. She jumped up and waved to get her boss’ attention. 

Brittany smiled as she caught sight of Courtney waving and jumping to get her attention. Courtney’s hair, loose on her shoulders, bounced along with her. She wore a purple satin dress along with a pair of gold strappy-flats. Her recently painted maroon toes peeped out with Courtney Vance, skin pigmented green, wrapped around her left ring toe. Kyle and Amanda’s faces poked from between her toes as they lay under her feet.  

 Brittany was soon towering directly over her protégé, drink in hand.  

“Having a good time?” Brittany asked as she took a sip from a golden goblet handed out to guests.  

Though the gala was a “Charity Auction”, like most high-profile events it had become a way for high-profile individuals to show-off to one another. Each guest received a high-end gift-bag and other goodies; this year a golden goblet rimmed with rubies was the go-to party favour. It was of hefty size and weight. Even Brittany’s massive hands struggled to make it look small. 

Courtney, obviously overstimulated, answered, “Oh my god. This is amazing. I’ve never seen this much wealth in one place.” Her eyes bounced to –and-fro as she caught sight of various new people.  

It was an interesting dichotomy. Many of those from Vilecio who were, arguably, less influential than most of the ‘famous’ people often pulled the most attention with their size. It was possible for the rich-and-famous to reduce other humans for their pleasures on a whim, but increasing their own size was another story. This was much more difficult unless you were somehow involved in Vilecio. This often resulted in Vilecio signing famous faces on contract for dirt-cheap in return for being able to increase their own height.  

Courtney watched as New Orleans’ star center walked by, she easily towered over him. She lifted the goblet in her left hand to her lips and sipped to ease her nerves. 

“Relaxxxx.” Brittany’s voice came from above, her drink obviously doing its job. “Most the folks here are worried about me and many of them would fucking throw themselves at you if given the chance.” Brittany took another sip from her goblet.  

Courtney mimed her mentor with a sip of her own and thought about the fact that even as intimidating as she was now, she was an object of desire to many. 

“Heyyy, y’allll!” A familiar voice rang out. 

Courtney and Brittany’s heads turned to see Katrina running toward them with Cassandra following close behind. 

The bubbly redhead quickly approached. She was followed by Cassandra, who was much more reserved. Courtney had only interacted with her once before during a budget meeting. 

Courtney eagerly hugged Katrina and stepped back to take in her fit.  

Katrina’s hair was tied into a top bun. Her green eyes sparkled under the lights of the room. She wore a tight black midi dress and matching black leather slingback heels. Her fingernails were also painted black.  

Courtney couldn’t help but admire the dark look.  

Cassandra, in contrast, wore a bright yellow mini dress and dark blue gala sandals. Her Brunette hair was tied into a French braid which draped on her right shoulder. She stood a few inches shorter than Courtney. 

The four women hugged and made pleasantries as they watched the crowd and awaited the auction to start. Brittany had to lead the bidding so the other 3 would be at a table by themselves once everything started.  

“So what’s your theme?” Katrina asked Brittany, her eyes traced the chain into the pocket at Brittnay’s lower waist. 

“Ringleader!” Brittany answered cheerily. 

“What’s that mean?” Courtney asked. 

“I’ll show you.” Brittany replied.  

Within the pocket of Brittany’s dress, Trevor had been forced to listen to the sounds of the gala, though he could make out the sights well through the sheer fabric, it was blurry. Brittany’s right hand soon accompanied him and wrapped around his body. He was pulled from his fabric womb. 

Courtney stared down at Trevor who was placed in the center of the quadruplet by Brittany. The 8 feet easily corralled him in. She looked at the collar around his neck and the chain leading up to Brittany’s wrist. She watched as Brittany’s fingers curled around the chain and gave a small pull. 

“Give us a dance, Monkey Boy.” She commanded and tapped her phone in her other hand. The glass slab soon played Taylor Swift’s latest hit, “Small Guys Like Me”.  

Trevor’s face burned with shamed as he danced and gyrated – dance classes provided by one of New Orleans’ best studios were put on display.  

“Go Trevor! Go Trevor!” Katrina’s voice teased from above as he was forced to put on a show for, not only the 4 women, but also a gathering crowd. 

As the music stopped, the laughter of Brittnay, Katrina, Courtney, and Cassandra was demeaning enough, but what followed caused the blood to drain from his face. 

“No way! Is that him?” A deep masculine voice was heard. 

Trevor watched as, through the crowd, some of his old teammates emerged. His mouth instantly went dry and he felt a need to crap. 

Brittany looked down at the three men standing between she and Katrina. All had to be over 6 feet tall but were dwarfed by herself and her cohorts. 

“NO FUCKING WAY.” A well-built black man shouted. “This is what happened to Trev?”  

Trevor looked up at his 3 former teammates. His star wide-receiver, his running back, and his tight-end all looked down at him in wonder, embarrassment, amazement, awe. The list of adjectives could go on and be accurate.  

“No way, dude.” The tight-end, a 6ft 6in blond-haired man spoke. “Literally chained to a chick.” He commented as he looked down at Trevor in his ‘monkey’ outfit.  

Brittany was offended at being called ‘some chick’ and stepped in, “I could have you join him.” She spat down at the man who wasn’t used to being called out for his actions. 

“You do look like a snack.” Katrina added to Brittany’s words and licked her lips. 

“I was just making a joke...” The man replied and went silent as the larger women embarrassed him. He slinked back into the crowd. 

After a few more minutes of humiliation, Brittany grew bored and picked Trevor up and placed him back in her dress’ pocket. The crowd dispersed, but Trevor was now well-aware of his former teammates being in attendance.  

The auction soon arrived, and the attendees settled into their seats at their tables as well-dressed wait staff hurried around with drinks and food.  

“Thank you.” Courtney grabbed her refilled chalice from a waiter and smiled. He blushed and rushed away to his next duty.  

Courtney, Katrina, and Cassandra were fortunate to have their own table to themselves while Brittany stood on stage and ran things.  

Courtney looked around the room and took in the sight of the approximately 200 faces looking toward the stage. She admired Brittany’s ability to speak in public so easily. As she scanned, she looked at her table mates. Cassandra tapped on her phone in boredom, but Katrina hands worked under the table. Courtney watched as Katrina’s right hand emerged from under the table and rose to her mouth. Her svelte fingers popped something between her lips and then she chewed. Katrina’s eyes then turned to her. 

“Oh how selfish of me.” The redhead spoke to Courtney. “Would you like some?” She then extended her left hand.  

Courtney’s eyes grew wide as dozens of micro-sized people, probably less than ¼ of an inch long each writhed in squirmed in Katrina’s palm. She knew that many at Vilecio had picked up a taste for this through experiments, but didn’t' realize that Katrina was one of them. 

“N-no. I”m good.” Courtney shook her head. 

“Alrighty. They got a nice salty taste, you should try it sometime.” Katrina shrugged and then pulled 4 tiny people from the pile in her palm and tilted her head back. Courtney looked on in horror as the small humans were tossed like popcorn between the large open lips.  

Courtney’s eyes turned down her left leg crossed over her right. She looked at Courtney Vance wrapped around her ring toe and Kyle’s face between her middle and second-toe. She thought about what she put them through but couldn’t' imagine ever eating them so casually.  

"Thank you all for coming.” Brittany’s voice pulled the crowd’s attention onto the stage. 

Courtney couldn’t help but be infatuated with how Brittany looked. How tall and powerful she stood and how she towered over everyone else. Her red dress hugged her toned physique, and her large feet were planted firmly. 

“...In all 3 years of hosting this event, this is our largest turnout by far. 189 of you in attendance. The proceeds from your tickets along with the results of the auction will be donated to this years cause, the New Orleans Food Bank...” Applause filled the room. 

“Should just start selling these.” Katrina spoke to Courtney as she referred to the living snacks in her palm.  

Courtney rolled her eyes. 

“...so without further wait, let’s start. Shall we?” Brittany raised her arms above her head and the room filled with uproarious applause, much louder than when Brittany mentioned the donation of the money. 

“The first item on the list is a rare, customized pair of Vilecio Edition Jordans. One of one.” Brittany motioned around the shoes as they were wheeled onto the stage. Two large video boards on either side of the stage showed the shoes in more detail.  

Courtney watched as a bidding war ensued between one of Trevor’s teammates and a Pelicans player. The hooper came out on top with a winning bid of $15,000.  

“That was a good starter, but let’s spice things up...” Brittany winked to the audience. 

Courtney watched as the cameras panned to the left side of the stage and another cart was rolled out. Another glass box like that which held the shoes sat atop, but the item inside was not shoes this time around. 

The image on the screen as the cart was rolled to Brittany’s side only further accentuated how large she was. As she stood proudly over the box, a broad smile on her face, a small figure within the box moved around and occasionally pounded on the walls of their glass prison. Courtney looked up at the screen to the left of the stage to get a better view. It was a small man with thick brown hair, he seemed a bit older and his body was slightly flabby but showed signs of prior fitness. His pitiful dick barely poked out from between his legs. She struggled to recognize him but felt she should know who he was.  

“This wonderful 4-incher here is Mister Theo Boutran.” Brittany spoke the name of New Orleans’ mayor from 3 years prior. He had been arrested and jailed on corruption charges. Many in the audience gasped at his name. “Bidding starts at $20,000”. Brittany stepped back to open the floor for bids. 

Courtney couldn’t believe anybody would pay that much, but the bids came quick and climbed. By the end, the winner was going home with Theo for a final price of $175,000. She watched as an older woman, probably in her 50s, emerged from the crowd and walked toward Brittany. Brittany checked her phone quickly, “Looks like you were eager. Money has been received, he’s all yours Miss Klein.” Brittany stood to the side as the woman eagerly came on stage and grabbed the box and returned to her seat. 

Courtney thought for a moment and then it hit her. Gloria Klein, she had been implicated in the corruption scandal as well while serving as the city’s lead counsel. She got off by handing in evidence against Theo. Now she fully had him. 

“Back to the boring stuff.” Brittany stated with a frown as she motioned the next item out.  

Courtney instantly recognized it as the Mind-Band Brittany had found in the archives. 

“Your chance to own a piece of Vilecio history!” Brittany did her best to hype up the item. She knew nobody was here for the material things. 

$5,000 later and the Mind-Band found its new owner.  

"Alrighty. Next on the docket...” Brittany motioned the cart.  

Another glass cage with another screaming person. This time it was a black woman who Courtney had no clue who she was, but she looked on the younger side. 

Brittany’s right hand rubbed up and down the glass case teasingly, “Former WNBA Rookie of the Year Janelle Watson. Bidding starts at $25,000.” 

Once more, the final price was well above this at $85,000. 

And so, the auction went with at least 12 more people ranging from politicians, to athletes, to minor celebrities being sold to others to do with as they pleased. Courtney couldn’t believe the amount of disposable income many of those in attendance had. The highest bid of the night was $500,000K for New Orleans’ Police Chief. A surprise last-minute addition which highlighted the power Vilecio held. 

The night wound down with Brittany, Katrina, Cassandra, & Courtney sitting around the table drinking and chatting in the empty auditorium.  

“$3Million. Not a bad haul.” Brittany tallied the final numbers on her phone.  

“People love people.” Katrina spoke up and leaned back in her chair. She tossed back the last remaining handful of people into her mouth and chewed.  

Courtney shuddered with each crunch. 

Between Courtney’s toes, Amanda’s face was tear stained. The night reminded her of what she used to have. She was sitting in the same spot 2 years prior during the inaugural event. She remembered getting dressed up and feeling special for being at Brittany’s table. Now she was naked underfoot breathing in Courtney’s funk and completely forgotten about. The only person who she had any sort of attachment to was a puddle of goop in shoes in Courtney’s closet. 

“So what do you girls want to do now?” Brittany leaned back in her chair and stretched her legs onto the table. 

Courtney caught a peek at the bodies attached to the insoles of her heels before Brittany’s feet pressed down upon them. 

“I didn’t dress up and have you all drag me out of my hole for nothing.” Cassandra spoke up. One of the few times that night, but it earned a chuckle from Courtney. 

The quadruplet made their way from the Four Seasons up Canal Street. Their large heels clacked against the concrete sidewalks as groups of folks moved around them.  

Hailey struggled to move. Her arms and legs secured in a starfish pattern worked to maintain blood flow. She had timed her breathing to match her former sorority sister’s steps. The hot flesh rose and fell. Fresh air would flow over her only to be enveloped by Britany’s skin. A life she had grown used to, but not one she ever imagined having.  

Meanwhile, cradled in Brittany’s pocket, Trevor reflected on what would be the rest of his life. In the past 6 months, Brittany had grinded him down in the metaphorical and literal senses of the word. He had began to forget about his past life until tonight. The sight of his former teammates reminded him of what he once was and once had. A life where he wasn’t used as a living dildo or treated as a slave. Brittany’s hand soon entered and wrapped around him. 

“Oh my god. He is so adorable.” A high pitch voice squeaked. 

Trevor’s eyes struggled to adjust to the light as Brittany’s hand lowered him to the ground of a bar they had entered. 

Trevor stood on the ground and looked upward to Brittany, chain dangling from her wrist to his neck, and Courtney. A couple of new faces stared down at him as well. His stomach sank as he recognized their faces. 

Three Saints cheerleaders smiled at him. They all stood at their normal heights of 5ft 4in to 5ft 7in and completely shadowed him. 

"I can’t believe this is the guy who used to be Mr. Hot Shit. Now he looks like shit.” A brunette raised a cowboy booted foot over Trevor who held his arms above his head. This got a laugh from the 5 women. 

“From quarterback to short stack!” Another teased. 

Trevor wasn’t the most well-liked guy on the team in the first place, but his treatment of the cheerleaders as nothing more than eye candy and airheads really earned their disdain.  

“So, like. You basically own him?” One of the girls asked up to Brittany. 

“I absolutely own him. Little guy does whatever I say whenever I say.” Brittany yanked his chain in emphasis. 

“Oh god. That would be the dream. I would be all like. Shine my shoes. Get me water. Clean my toilet.” One of the cheerleaders stated with whimsy. 

“We’re always looking for new blood if you wanna give Vilecio a shot.” Courtney spoke up and handed her business card to the three women. 

After a few more pot-shots toward him, the trio left to another bar. Trevor shuddered at the thought of one of those airheads overseeing any living person. His eyes then scanned around the bar. Dozens of people crammed in enjoying their night wight live music playing. Brittany and the other Vilecio girls caught glances at first, but after 30 minutes, they blended in with the rest of the crowd.  

Trevor caught sight of Cassandra as she talked with a guy. He was tall, maybe 6ft 2in, but still easily a foot shorter than Cassandra. Her heels only added to the difference. He appeared confident and Cassandra seemed receptive. Trevor watched as she bent down and whispered something to his ear. The man gave a large smile with eager nod and they disappeared to the back. Trevor thought he saw a flash of light. Cassandra came back less than a minute later alone. Trevor gulped knowing that the flash was probably her SMOL device being used. He gagged as his chain was yanked forcefully. Brittany was moving and he was forced to follow.  

The eyes of bar patrons glanced at him as he was forced to follow Brittany. He focused his eyes on her feet to try to ignore the stares. She suddenly stopped, which caused him to bump into her right calf. Courtney and Katrina were seated at a table above. 

“Watch where you’re going, squirt.” Her voice came from above. 

“Sorry.” He replied. 

“I say just crush him already and get it over with.” Katrina spoke, seated above.  

“I mean. I could. But that’s giving him an easy out. I’d rather see him when he’s old and wrinkly.” Brittany replied. 

“Oh you’re no fun.” Katrina crossed her arms and fake pouted. 

Trevor thought about being in Brittany’s service for that long. His mind did briefly wish for her to crush him if he lived that long. 

“You all. Why are dudes so weird?” Cassandra’s voice came from behind.  

Katrina looked at Cassandra while Brittany turned. 

Cassandra held out her hand, “This dork just paid me $3,000 to SMOL him.” In Cassandra’s palm, the man Trevor saw her talking to earlier screamed and jumped. His voice transmitted to the ears of each of the women. 

“Why’s he screaming for help?” Brittany asked. 

“I think he realized that this would be more fun for me than him. Turns out getting shoved in a vagina is a bit more terrifying than one would think.” Cassandra looked down at the naked man who fell to his knees as he begged to be regrown. The only response was Cassandra dropping him between her breasts and silencing him with her cleavage. 

“Hashtag Savage.” Katrina added after that moment. 

“Anyway. I think I’m going to head home. I had a great night. See y’all tomorrow.” Cassandra hugged her friends and waved goodbye as she left the bar.  

This left Courtney, Brittany, and Katrina at the table. Brittany stood towering above. 

“You know. Generally, I love being the biggest, baddest, bitch in the room, but there are some downsides.” Brittany began. “I can only fly Vilecio’s jets. A lot of places have far too low ceilings. And...” she motioned around “Very few bars have seats that I fucking fit in.”  

“Sucks to suck.” Katrina replied with a wink and stuck out her tongue. 

“My feet are killing me.” Brittany groaned.  

Trevor thought of the irony as he wondered how the humans acting as her insoles all night felt.  

Ben inhaled the scent of Brittany’s sole as he struggled for breath. Her weight may have been spread out over the shoe and the other tinies, but it was still intense. He wondered how none of them had popped. He used to fantasize about rubbing Brittany all over his dick when they first started together, less than a year later he was being used as her butt-plug. 

“Wanna go somewhere else?” Courtney asked her titanic boss. 

“Naw. I think Cassandra had the right idea. We all gotta work tomorrow so I’ll just head home.” Brittany replied and stooped down. Trevor watched as she unbuckled her heels and slid them off. Her 6 human insoles all sighed in pleasure as the fresh air hit them. Brittany’s bare feet soon could be heard smacking the sidewalk as she walked home.  

“Well that’s gross.” Katrina spoke to Courtney. “You gonna head out as well?” She asked the blonde. 

“Unless you have any ideas of things to do?” Courtney replied. 

"I can think of something.” Katrina replied with a mischievous grin. 

The two women were soon in embrace on the floor of Katrina’s living room. Courtney breathed heavily as she looked up to Katrina who had mounted her and was holding her arms above her head. 

“No. Please don’t” Courtney begged 

“No mercy for my mean ol’ boss.” Katrina teased and then leaned in. She softly nibbled the left of Courtney’s neck and swirled her tongue on the skin as well. 

“Oh...fuck...” Courtney moaned. 

From their spot on a nearby coffee table; Kyle, Courtney Vance, and Amanda were forced to watch the two women fuck. Amanda knew Courtney saw her as nothing but an object to be used, but she still felt a slight pang of jealously as the woman she tried to escape took yet another thing she considered her own.  

“You really need to let me take control more often.” Katrina spoke down to the helpless woman. 

“Never. You’re lucky I don’t demote you for this. You’ve been looking down on me for too long.” Courtney replied. 

Katrina thought about being forced to look up at Courtney every day and felt herself grow excited. She just exuded confidence to be respected. 

“Fuck. No wonder Amanda threw herself at you.” Katrina added and then went in for another neck suckle. 

Amanda felt herself blush as she thought back to being tricked by Courtney to become her little plaything. 

The two moved into the bedroom and brought Courtney’s pets along to join.  

Amanda was more than happy to perform acts for Courtney, but being used as a sex toy for Katrina absolutely broke her. 

“NO PLEASE.” She screamed, but was no use as Courtney inserted her into Katrina’s soaked pussy. 

Katrina closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure as she felt Courtney’s fingers and Amanda’s tiny body moving inside her. 

“YES PLEASE.” She shouted in response. 

She returned the favor to her boss with her face between her legs. Her tongue was like magic as Courtney gyrated and angled it as she liked... 

“How was that, Miss Hodges?” Katrina asked as she pulled her head back. 

“Very. Very good girl.” Courtney teased the older woman. “Keep that up and Amanda may have herself a coworker.” She winked. 

“Not if I have you as a toe ring first.” Katrina replied back. 

Both women erupted into laughter... 

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The next day, Courtney was in an intense meeting with Brittany. As such, she had forgotten Amanda in her office, which Katrina pounced upon.  

“Hey girlie.” She coo’d as she towered above the tank in which Amanda was by herself. “Let’s catch-up.” She lifted Amanda from the case and set her on Courtney’s desk. 

Amanda screamed, but was muted by Katrina who took a seat in Courtney’s chair and leaned back. Her bare feet were soon on the desk in front of Amanda. 

“How about you do some TLC while we chat.” She wiggled her toes, her soles flexed and wrinkled at Amanda. “If I knew you had a thing for being dominated, I would’ve been far tougher before you left last time. I mean, instead of spouting off in meetings, you could’ve been sucking my toes.” Katrina teased as Amanda lapped at her heel. Katrina leaned back and continued to tease Amanda. 

“It would’ve been great. You could’ve worn a little French maid outfit and polished all my awards and accolades. After a long day, you could’ve made me tea and rubbed my feet while I vented....” Katrina wiggled her toes some more as Amanda continued to lick her warm flesh. “But nope, you had to go and get cold feet. Come running down here.” Katrina signed and sunk into the chair. “Hell. If you worked hard enough, I may have even promoted you. But if you’re happy being Courtney's toe jam eater. I’m happy for you.... 

Courtney carefully removed her left foot form the all-white sneaker and placed it on the bare concrete of the lab. The coolness felt good against her warm sole. She repeated the movement with her right foot. She wiggled her purple toes and then stooped down. Her right hand reached into her left shoe first and pulled one flattened brown blob from within. Her eyes glanced to the right. 

Behind a large pane of glass sat numerous government and military officials. Vilecio was close to securing a major contract for the De-atomizer (AKA Snot Gun) and Courtney was to show that they had mastered Re-atomizing. An important requirement due to the Geneva Code (Brittany called it bullshit). Their faces contorted in disgust as she held both blobs, Brad and Tanner, in her right hand. Their forms were slick with her sweat.  

The gathered faces watched as Courtney unceremoniously walked across the floor of the lab to a large vat. Her bare feet made audible slaps against the concrete. She tossed the pancake sized blobs into the vat and then walked over to a computer. She stooped down and clacked at the keyboard. 

The lab went dark, and the vat sparked and bubbled. Blue liquid within spilled over the edge and splashed onto the floor.  15 seconds later, the bubbling and sparking ceased. Courtney stood up from the computer she hunched over and walked to the vat. 

All eyes in the room focused on her as she now stood over the still liquid. Her right hand reached in and rummaged around. She smiled and began pulling her arm from the vat. Brad's neck was held in her hand as she lifted his 3ft tall body from the tank. She held him above the tank and looked him in the eyes. He returned the look but full of fear. 

“Good morning, subject 989776.” She spoke. 

“G-good morning, Miss Hodges.” He replied as she choked and spat out blue liquid from his mouth and lungs. 

“Do you know what today is?” She asked. 

“I-it should be November 8th, 3 months from my last reatomizing.” Brad replied.  

“Very good.” She coo’d and then placed him in a nearby glass cage. 

She repeated with Tanner who also passed with flying colors.  

Courtney let the men rest and returned to her prior spot in the center of the lab in front of the glass. 

“And, as you can see, our subjects are alive and kicking. Minds intact. Ready to be interrogated or made use of in any other fashion.” Courtney finished the presentation with her hands behind her back. 

The group stood and clapped. Courtney watched as a woman dress in a blue pants-suit turned to Brittany and said a few words. Courtney looked on as they shook hands and Brittany gave her a thumbs up. 

Minutes later, Courtney stood with Brittany and those from the room around Brad and Tanner’s cases. Their naked bodies were not shielded in any fashion. She fielded questions on her research and accepted their congratulations.  

“Very impressive.” Brittany gushed as the two sat in Courtney’s office. 

Courtney blushed, “Oh, couldn't have done it without my team.”  

“Oh. C’mon. We both know you’re not that modest.” Brittany replied. 

Both women laughed. 

Courtney stared across her desk at Brittany. Her 12ft body struggled to fit in the chair which was already upsized to be comfortable for anybody up to 10feet tall. She watched as Brittany wore a sneaky smirk. 

“What?” Courtney asked, curious. 

“Well. You know how I said I couldn’t promote you anymore until you graduated” Brittany asked.  

Courtney nodded which prompted Brittany to continue. 

“So, I did some string pulling and got approved for one more.” She smiled at Courtney. 

Courtney felt herself float on air, “No way!” 

“Way!” Brittany replied. “You’ve been invaluable since your arrival, so I wanted to give you this. Also comes with a bump in pay, of course.”  

Courtney’s, still bare, feet slapped happily against the carpet of her office.  

From within their tank on the other side of Courtney’s office, Kyle, Courtney Vance, and Amanda stared at one another. They couldn’t' believe this girl’s luck. Courtney followed Brittany from her office and winked at her pets. The other interns which shrunk on her initial day were returned to their families. 

After a small ceremony with Brittany and her team, Courtney stepped from the tube and into the steamy air. She wore a tight black bodysuit. A fresh pair of larger clothes was waiting in her office and an entire wardrobe was being delivered to her new apartment paid for by Vilecio. 

“Damn. Not only are you my boss, but now I gotta look up at you?” Katrina spoke jokingly.  

Courtney smirked. She now stood 8ft 8in in bare feet. Other than Katrina, her next tallest team member was over a foot shorter than herself.  

“Feels right. The superior looking down at her subordinates.” Courtney looked Katrina in the eyes. 

Katrina blushed as Courtney’s eyes bore into her. She turned her head away nervously. As the two had grown closer and spent more time together, she noticed Courtney was becoming more dominant. She often emphasized that Katrina was her employee when they had spats. Katrina wondered how this new change would shift things. Courtney already insisted on being called “Miss Hodges” by her when they were in the office. 

“Hey, Kat.” Courtney said, “Would you mind being a doll and getting Brad and Tanner situated in their new homes? Brittany got me a fresh pair of Stan Smiths to try.”  

Katrina was taken aback by the request, but simply listened to her boss/crush “Certainly Miss Hodges.” She replied as chipperly as she could muster. 

“Alright. I’m going to go make things official with HR.” Brittany waved and left. 

Brittany paid no heed to the interaction. She simply congratulated Courtney and left. Whatever happened down in the lab was none of her concern as long as the results kept happening. She had her own empire to worry about.  

As Courtney walked to her office. Katrina went on with her task. She soon stood over Brad and calibrated her deatomizer. The small man cried below. 

“I served my purpose. Please. Just let me go. Or send me somewhere else. I can’t go back to being that...blog. I’m starting to remember things and feel things.” Brad begged. 

“Sounds like your neuro-chip is doing its job then.” Katrina replied without emotion. “And your purpose isn’t served until Courtney says so.” Katrina placed the final calibrations on the pistol-like device in her hand. She aimed it downward and commanded, “Hold still.”  

Katrina knocked on Courtney’s door.  

“Come in.” The younger woman’s voice came in replied. 

She walked in as Courtney was slipping into a new pair of blue jeans. A simple white blouse acted as her top. 

“Hey, babe...” Katrina began, but was shot a look by Courtney. Katrina sighed. “I have your shoes ready, Miss Hodges.”  

This got a smile from Courtney and a “Thanks Babe” in reply. 

Katrina gritted her teeth at the double-standard. It reminded her of her first boss, a misogynist who constantly humiliated her. He became a grease-stain under one of her sneakers eventually. She doubted Courtney would or that she could submit her to the same fate. However, she wasn’t so sure Courtney felt the same way about her. On one hand, the two’s relationship blossomed since the auction a month earlier. They often spent weekends together and had romantic dinners. On the other, Courtney would emphasize that she was Katrina’s boss and would occasionally joke about demoting Katrina if she messed up, though Katrina was sure these were only jokes.  

“You can just drop those by the fish tank. If you could, check the results of Yesterday’s heat test and then loop around with Ameila for discussion on the new materials for the SMOL cannon...” Courtney didn’t even look at Katrina as she spoke.  

Katrina took a few steps toward the fish tank in which Courtney’s three permanent pets resided. She looked down at Amanda who cringed. At least she could always count on Amanda always respecting her. Katrina dropped the shoes and left without a word. 

A chill ran down Amanda’s spine as she watched Katrina leave. She thought about all the torture she had been put through by the woman and was thankful Courtney was around.  

Courtney, completely oblivious to the rising heat around her, laced up her shoes and left her office... 

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Brittany walked into HR at an awkward moment. 

“FUCK YOU THIS PLACE IS CORRUPT AS FUCK.” A 7ft man screamed at Megan Smith and one of her employees. His thick brown hair was a mess and his face red as a cherry.  

“Mr. Kline. I must ask you to maintain your professionalism.” Megan stepped forward, her 9ft frame dwarfed the man. She was in no way scared, instead more annoyed than anything. 

“Fuck your professionalism. I gave my 20s to this place, and now that I’ve earned a hefty pay raise, I’m suddenly going through a demotion for my ‘attitude’. I don’t even have a family because of how much sweat I put into this place.” Mr. Kline, obviously upset, breathed heavily as he looked up to Megan. 

“I understand, but we’ve received many complaints and we mu-” Megan tried to speak but stopped herself as Mr.Kline raised a fist a began to swing. 

A flash of light with a small ‘pop’ filled the room and steam was left where Mr. Kline once stood. 

“Figured I’d step in at that point.” Brittany said, her personal SMOL device in her right hand. She stepped forward toward the pile of clothes that Mr. Kline once inhabited until she, Megan, and the other HR rep stood in a small circle around the clothes. They watched for a second as there was movement in one of the pant legs and the nude man came running out.  

“Oh. Now you fucked up!” Mr.Kline continued, “I’m going to sue this place for all it-” His voice was cutoff as Megan removed her left foot from her flat and placed it atop the man. She rolled her eyes. 

“Alrighty, hun. The adults are gonna talk now.” Her pink nailed toes rested heavily on the man; his screams were muffled in their internal earbuds. “What’s up?” Megan asked Brittany. 

“I was just down in R&D. Gave Courtney that promotion we discussed.” Brittany smiled down at Megan and the other HR rep. 

“Oh goody!” Megan clapped happily. “Hear that, Frank? Yet another one of our lovelies advancing on up.” 

“MMMMPHHP” Frank’s muffled response was heard. 

“If you could get her updated in the system, I would greatly appreciate it.” Brittany asked.  

“Anything for you!” Megan replied. 

“Thanks for being you!” Brittany shot back with finger guns. 

“MMPHMPH” Frank’s muffles once more emitted from under Megan’s foot which she lifted from the tiny man. 

Frank gasped for air as the appendage was removed. “P-please no more.” His body was reddened from the short time under pressure and heat. 

“Are you going to be a good boy?” Megan raised an eyebrow and lifted her foot on its heel over Frank. 

“Y-yes! Please! I’ll be good.” Frank replied. 

“Was 5 inches good, or did you need him smaller?” Brittany asked, which earned a fearful glance from Frank. 

“Hmmm. 5 inches should be good. Right Frank?” Megan chewed on her lip. 

“Y-yes. 5 inches is perfect, Miss Dunham.” He replied enthusiastically. 

“Good boy.” Megan lowered her foot which caused Frank to scream, but she simply patted his head with her big toe. “You see what happens when you have an attitude?” She sounded like a mother scolding a small child. “Now instead of getting demoted a few feet, you’re under feet. Not too fun is it?” Megan asked teasingly. 

“N-no.” Frank replied, the reality of the situation settled in on him. 

Brittany watched the sudden turn around with great interest. It was amazing how simply SMOLing somebody was enough to break them. Usually the louder the bark, the more they crumbled. 

“Now about that lawsuit threat. As you should know, we don’t take legal threats lightly.” Megan crossed her arms and stared down at the tiny man below as her barefoot tapped against the ground. 

“I-I'm sorry. I d-didn't mean it.” Frank tried to back pedal to avoid any more of Megan’s wrath.  

“Good. Because if you did, I’m sure the girls down at legal wouldn’t appreciate filing paperwork while you filed their toes.” Megan threatened and stamped her foot back down, earning a small yip from Frank. With a smirk, Megan lifted her foot once more over Frank. 

“Why so scared? You were Mr. Big and tough a minute ago.” She wiggled her toes and flexed her foot over Frank who cowered in its shadow. 

“I-I don’t want you to crush me...” Frank sputtered out. 

“What makes you think I would do that?” Megan asked. 

“T-that’s what happened to my brother...” Frank replied. 

“OH Yeah. Wasn’t that last year?” Megan asked aloud. 

“On my birthday.” Frank answered morosely. His tiny voice beamed to all 3 women in his vicinity. 

“Crushed by one of the interns for not using the right brand of polish, right?” Megan asked. 

“Y-yes.” Frank replied  

“Seems pretty logical to me.” Brittany teased as she stood with her arms crossed as well. 

“Sounds like a simple solution. Don’t piss anybody off.” Megan replied matter-of-factly. This earned a nod from Brittany and the other HR rep. 

Megan placed her foot down in front of Frank. The size difference was like that of a Blue Whale to a child.  

“If you don’t want to be toe jam, you can start by licking mine.” Megan spread her toes. “Come on...” 

Frank slowly walked to his fate... 

“Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, Frank Kline.” Megan clasped her toes around Frank’s head and laughed.  

As much as she loved the power she held over her shrunken slaves, Brittany occasionally desired the touch of a ‘normal’. Brittany and her current lover both lay covered in sweat, the moment only helped to accentuate the power and size Brittany was granted with. Her latest conquest nuzzled against her body; his lips softly kissed her sculpted obliques.  

“Was it good for you?” He asked as he lifted his face and moved his lips more toward the center of her torso. 

“Mmmhmmm.” She closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft pecks.  

He was 6ft 3in tall, but still only half the size of Brittany. It somewhat reminded her of her first relationship when she was only 5ft 3in and her boyfriend was 6ft 5in. How easily his body swallowed hers in romantic situations.  

Brittany giggled as her lover’s lips kissed down her flat stomach. She felt him crawl over her right thing and position himself between her legs. His hair soon tickled her the warm flesh around her pussy. Her top teeth bit her bottom lip as she pushed the back of her head into a massive pillow. 

One additional benefit to being so large was that Brittany always found the most generous men. She had to. Though there was much more of herself to give to them, they had to work at least three times as hard to return the favor.  

She relaxed in ecstasy as she could feel his entire face inside her. Once more, if she desired, she could easily force him to do what she wanted, but she enjoyed the surprise of letting them explore her and find their own way to make her happy. It was almost like a personality test. Would they rather exhaust themselves trying to please her or simply give up once she had ravaged them? 

“Oh yeah. That’s exactly the spot.” She moaned. She hoped he could hear her. That was a common problem she had yet figured out how to get past as her thighs dwarfed his head which she could easily crush if desired. She reached down and pushed his head deeper between her legs as her own head tilted backward. Her muscles were loose and relaxed.  

Two hours later, Brittany was cleaned and refreshed from a nice shower. The man who had relieved her of her stresses stood 3-inches tall on the rose scented-skin of her palm. He screamed and yelled; his tiny dick flopped uselessly between his legs.  

Even though Brittany appreciated the touch of a regular sized person every once and a while, she couldn’t have word of her trysts getting out. She was far too feared and respected to be seen as ‘settling-down’ with anybody. Additionally, being seen as single helped her in the local tabloids and in business deals.  

“Sorry, Steve. You were great, you really were, but you gotta see things from my angle.” Brittany allowed her Smoky Mountain accent to come out. “I can’t have you going around telling folks about how you nailed Brittany Dunham. I have an image to keep up.”  

Steve looked up to Brittany’s massive face as he stood in the middle of the seemingly endless surface of her palm. He attempted once more to plead for his freedom, but Brittany had long since tuned him out of her earbud. Her usual process was already initiated. She had already sent for a Vilecio licensed courier to pick up a package – containing Steve – from her home after which he would be sent to Dallas and in processed. Brittany was unsure of what happened to people past that point. She tried not to think about it.  

Steve screamed as he was placed in a glass tube and Brittany screwed on a sealed top. She pressed a plunger built-into the lid and watched as a hazy mist filled the tube. Steve’s flailing body soon fell unconscious. She carefully placed the tube in a premade box and sealed it with some tiny-tack. A knock at the door came minutes later. 

The courier stared around in awe and wonder at the property as he waited on the porch. This was his first time at this address. He tried to guess who would be wealthy enough to own such a place so close to the Central Business District. He had taken the job a few weeks earlier to earn some spare cash while studying at Tulane but the things he had seen made him wonder if college was worth it. The gigantic redwood door soon swung open, and his mouth followed suit.  

Brittany was dressed in a pair of frayed jean shorts and a pink UC T-shirt which clung tight around her fit torso perfectly accentuating her breasts. Her dirty-blond hair was loose and hung on her shoulders. Her large thighs and toned calves were silky smooth as she shaved the night prior. The Sunkissed skin was a perfect bronze in the March Sunlight.  

“Uh P-pickup?” The courier stumbled over his words as he took in the sight of Brittany.  His eyes travelled from her face down to her body and her large bare feet. He gulped as he saw the three tiny people wrapped around Brittany’s red-and-black painted toes. Though the sight had become more common-place in recent years – even among some of his wealthier classmates – it was still jarring.  

Brittany smirked as she could feel the young man’s nervousness. She never grew tired of the intimidation she exuded. She put on a smile. “Wonderful.” Brittany spoke chipperly, “Here you go hon.” She handed him the package. 

The courier’s mouth went dry as Brittany’s gigantic hand hovered in front of him, the rectangular box looked comically small between her fingers. 

The courier took the package in his right hand and then looked back up at Brittany. If he had to guess, she was close to 3 times taller than his own 5ft 9in self – he often cursed his genes.  

“Uh. P-please. Sign.” Hes struggled to choke the words out as he held out his left hand holding a tablet. 

“Oh!” Brittany replied chirpily, “Sure thing.”  

Once again, the courier was in awe as Brittany’s massive hand dwarfed the tablet and she carefully signed with the pen delicately between her fingers. 

“Here ya go.” Brittany handed the tablet back with another signature smile. “Anything else?” She placed her hands on her hips and tapped her right foot. 

The courier glanced down to see a man wrapped around Brittany’s right big-toe bouncing up and down. the tiny man’s eyes were held closed. The courier returned his attention to Brittany’s face. “Uh...No...M-miss...” The courier’s eyes glanced at the tablet, “...Dunham!?” His voice cracked.  

Brittany let out a small giggle, “That’s me.” 

The courier felt himself blush which earned another laugh from Brittany. He remembered hearing about how cruel and ruthless she was, and he could feel his knees shake. He wanted to quickly get out of there as he had a good idea of what was probably in the package in his hand.  

“Uh no-no ma’am. All good. Thank you.” The courier turned and sped-walk off Brittany’s property. 

Brittany rolled her eyes and closed the door. She walked through her kitchen and opened the door of her oversized refrigerator. She grabbed a 12-pack of Vilecio Brewing Company Hefeweizen and closed the door. Her bare feet slapped against the hardwood floor of her home as she made her way to the living room and threw her body on her gigantic couch. Her mind briefly flashed to Steve sitting on it the night before and how small he looked. She smirked a pulled a beer from the case and opened the 24oz can with a satisfying ‘psssttt’. She swung her legs onto a leather ottoman and sunk into the sofa. Ben, Damien, and Hailey wrapped around her toes stared at her and she gave them a small toast with her beer before turning her attention to her 105inch TV hanging on the opposite wall. 

She used her neuro-chip to turn on the TV and switch through the channels. An older male voice soon filled the room. 

“And folks we welcome you to one of the greatest sports traditions alive today. Untouched by technology with only the purest athletes around, the National College Basketball Tournament!”  

Brittany smiled as the tallest player on the court was about 7ft 2in. She wondered how much things would change in 10 years or so after Vilecio’s tech had fully been adopted in society.  

“For this first round game, we have the 4 seed University of Cincinnati Bearcats facing off against the 14 seed Montana State Bobcats. With UC’s tough interior defense and Montana State’s impressive 3-point accuracy we should be in for a fun one today....”  

Brittany leaned back and enjoyed her next 6 days off work... 

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Courtney had settled in amazingly as the lab head. In the 6 months since her last promotion, Vilecio New Orleans had become renowned not just in the company, but globally, for how well it was run and the research it was outputting.  

Katrina, on the other hand, was struggling with Courtney’s rise. Though the 2 had ended the year on a high note with meeting each other's families, their relationship had gotten off track. Katrina’s work had gotten sloppy and caused Vilecio to lose a contract with Saudi Arabia for SMOL cannons. As such, Courtney was directed by Brittany to demote her. It wasn’t major but only reinforced the dynamic shift that had occurred with Courtney’s last promotion. 

“Do you think it you could work late today to try to knock out the stage 5 of the reatomization project?” Courtney asked standing over Katrina who was hunched over her laptop.  

Katrina sighed and looked up at Courtney, “Court can I at leas-” but she stopped as Courtney looked down at her. 

Courtney crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Katrina, defeated, simply answered, “Yes, Miss Hodges.” 

“Great. Thanks.” Courtney smiled and walked away. 

Katrina returned to her work. She had already been reduced to 6ft 8in, she didn’t want to lose anything more. She wondered if this was Amanda felt during her rise. 

Courtney returned to her office and closed the door. She fell into her chair, her blue-jeaned butt was caught perfectly by Doctor Fjordesen’s squishy ‘body’. She looked over at the glass case containing Amanda, Courtney Vance, and Kyle. A fourth pet had joined them. Trevor. Brittany had grown bored of him and completely reduced him to 4-inches and gifted him to Courtney who had become regular at Saints games.  

“You guys really don’t know how easy you have it.” She sighed, “Your only worries are to keep me pleased – which is easy.” Courtney’s snooty smirk spread across her lips as she turned her chair and began typing away on her computer. 

Kyle grimaced as the words floated in the air. Pleasing Courtney was no easy task. Memories played in his mind of all his ordeals thus far – his body pressing into Courtney’s sweaty soles after a workout, shaving her underarms, lotioning her butt...the list went on. 

A knock at the door broke the silence of the room. 

“Come in.” Courtney answered without skipping a beat in her typing. 

The door opened to reveal a short younger guy. He appeared to be no older than 19 or 20. He wore a grey Vilecio polo shirt and plain khaki pants. Thick black glass rested on his nose.  

Courtney stared at the skinny boy standing in the entryway to her office. 

“Yes?” She asked impatiently. 

“I, uh, got your iced coffee Miss Hodges.” He spoke. His voice cracked. 

“Well bring it here.” Courtney held out her left hand and snapped her fingers together. Her pink-hued fingernails gleamed under the fluorescent office lights.  

She watched as the boy approached her desk. He stopped and slowly handed her the cup. It was comically large in his hands at 64 ounces. 

Courtney snatched the cup from the smaller set of hands and raised the straw to her lips. She took a sip and narrowed her eyes.  

The boy stood anxiously. He dared not look away as Courtney tasted the beverage. 

“Much better than last time. You’re a quick learner. I'll give you that. It must run in the family.” Courtney took another sip and returned her attention to the computer. “How are my heels coming along?” She asked. 

“Uh, g-good. I have 3 pairs done, 2 more to go and also your running shoes...” The boy replied meekly. 

“Wonderful. You and your sister must both make your parents so proud. Such diligent workers.” Courtney spat as she alluded to Amanda. 

Amanda’s face, already reddened from her brother’s situation, blushed deeper. She felt so guilty for how Courtney treated him. She sighed as she couldn’t do anything to stop Courtney’s humiliation of her sibling. He was 10 years younger than her and had always looked up to her. He had followed in as much of her footsteps as he could as he attended Stanford. He studied biotech. Unaware of his sister’s situation, he applied to intern at Vilecio where he hoped he could learn some things from her for a few months. 

Much to his horror, on his first day he learned that his sister, whom he saw as invincible, had been reduced to Courtney’s pet. Instead, Courtney would be the one teaching him, but she had no desire to improve him, instead she wanted to torture Amanda by humiliating him. 

Amanda wept daily at what Courtney had turned her brother into. Where he was once a tall, intelligent, and confident person who many thought would surpass even his sister in success; he was now a sniveling caricature of a nerd. An image carefully crafted by Courtney for him to wear while he was her intern. 

It started with her suggesting that he go through a small demotion just to understand what it was like. Though he wanted to resist, he saw the tortures she put his sister through. He wasn’t sure if him displeasing Courtney would make Amanda’s life worse. He felt it best to comply. 

He went from an even 6ft to 5ft 4in.  

Next, Courtney had him act as a human subject for a ‘weight-loss’ drug. He obliged. Over 2 weeks, he was forced to watch his muscles wither away, leaving his body frail and weak. A consequence of which was a worsening of his eyesight.  

Once she confirmed her intern would do anything she asked of him, Courtney finished breaking him. Any and all projects from which he could learn anything of value he was walled-off from. Instead, she refocused her attention to polishing her shoes or cleaning her office. On weekends he was forced to clean her apartment spotless. Courtney’s mission was to ensure he returned to Stanford a broken and defeated human. She harbored no ill-will toward him, but the simple fact of him being Amanda’s brother gave her something to entertain herself with. 

Amanda choked back tears as she watched her brother close the door of Courtney’s office and sit on her floor. A row of heels lined up against a wall awaited him.  

Courtney peeked over her computer and watched as he carefully held one of her large shoes in his hand and worked the lather with a horse-hair brush. Her eyes flicked over to Amanda whom she could see was sobbing...