Finals season left Hannah little time to come up with
inventive ways to psychologically torture Jeff. Instead, he became more of a
stress-relief object. Either tangled in her sock and squeezed between her toes
as she sat at her desk going over practice problems, or coated in TINEE sealant
and bounced between her jaws as she sucked on him like a piece of hard candy.
Unfortunately, Jeff couldn’t help but feel relatively… good. He hated himself
for it but he did acknowledge Hannah’s meticulous beauty routine made his
underfoot or under-ass stays not unbearable, humidity and radiated heat from
her skin aside. Her toes were meticulously manicured and painted, usually by
him, and the rhythmic squeezing as she subconsciously rolled him against her
bedroom carpet was almost physically pleasant. Compared to the brutality she’d
subjected him to before, things were downright pleasant. The only thing that distressed
him was the fact she barely even acknowledged his sentience at all anymore,
almost as though she was getting bored of torturing her brother. No more cruel
comments or taunting teases as she roughly grabbed him out of the TINEE jar and
unceremoniously dumped him in her thick cotton socks without even a passing
glance. Gordon told him that this is usually how she got during finals. A brief
reprieve for about a week before a break from school, where she would usually
make up for lost time by being especially cruel.
Unbeknownst to Jeff, someone else noticed this pattern in
Hannah. Allison, choosing this as her moment to strike, casually asked to
borrow Jeff one day, counting on Hannah’s focus on her studies to avoid any
awkward questions. And, sure enough, Hannah agreed, barely considering the
question. So, Jeff and his jar found themselves tumbling around Hannah’s backpack
for several hours. A brief flash of blinding fluorescent light as she took him
out. Then, darkness again as Allison casually tossed him in her bag. The entire
interaction only took several seconds, leaving Jeff perplexed as to where he
was and what Hannah was up to. Over the remainder of school, Jeff noticed his
new owner’s gait was slightly different, and the voices of teachers he didn’t
recognize filled the air. Finally, someone addressed Allison by name and all
the pieces clicked. Not daring to be excited, let alone hopeful, Jeff waited
with nervous anticipation to see what would come next.
Allison’s room was not what Jeff expected. Soft neon pastel
lights immediately drew his attention to her full gaming/streaming setup, fancy
pink gamer chair and pop-filter mic included. The walls were covered in
minimalist prints of the outdoors and the floor was hardwood instead of carpet.
As he clambered to his feet, a huge shadow blocked out the light. Allison was
on hands and knees, her face directly between him and the light, throwing her
features into shadow. Her lips, decorated with a matte pink lipstick, parted in
a self-satisfied smile as she brushed bangs out of her eyes, staring directly
at her reward below.
“Hey Jeff. Long time no see.”
Jeff gulped. His eyes
instinctively drew to the massive tits hanging above him, accentuated by a very
purposefully low-cut top, then snapped to the giantess above. “Allison?”
“Your favorite.” She giggled. “Happy to see me?”
Was he? He had honestly been getting used to life with
Hannah, and there was no promise Allison with her microphilia fetish would
treat him any kinder. Still, he had obedience beaten into him, and knew better
than to be honest. “Yes. I’m, uh, just surprised Hannah would let you, uh,
borrow – ” that word felt so weird to say, he was her property “ – me.”
She sat back on her knees, letting the blinding light spill
over Jeff again. He raised a hand against the glare. “Oh, she always gets like
this during finals.” She said. “I’ve got you for a couple days AT LEAST before
she remembers she has a TINEE brother to torture.”
Allison was wearing simple white polo top cropped to expose
her midriff and belly button. Matching white, flowing pants, combined with the
halo effect of the overhead light, gave her the appearance of some sort of golf-club-disco
angel. She was watching him watching her. “So…” She continued. “Give any
thought to my offer?”
“Yeah, I’ve had nothing but time to think about it.” Jeff
replied honestly. “I just don’t think I know how to make a decision like that
anymore. I’ve been Hannah’s thing for so long, I can’t imagine how
different my life would be if I was yours. It’s all the same.” He shrugged.
Allison pursed her lips. This wasn’t the answer she was
looking for. “Hmm. She really wore you down quick, huh?” Her titanic arms unfolded
and surrounded him, slender, pale fingers wrapping around him (far more
delicately than Hannah’s), and she picked him up. Pinched between thumb and
forefinger, he dangled pathetically in front of her face. Her massive brown
eyes darted back and forth, making Jeff dizzy. He had to look away. “Look how
skinny you are.” This time he heard pity in her voice. She considered him for
several moments before jumping to her feet in a gut-wrenching flash. She told
Jeff to wait there and placed him on her desk. Jeff looked up to notice an
expensive-looking webcam pointed at him. This was a suspiciously clear part of
her desk, otherwise occupied by computer peripherals and wires.
After several minutes, Allison returned with a small plastic
container in hand. An enticing aroma wafted over Jeff, making him drool
instinctively. Mac and cheese. The most exciting meal Hannah deigned to provide
him was whatever piece of bread she mashed under her feet or leftovers reduced
to mush in her mouth, tasting like salty sweat or thick saliva respectively.
This was real food, for real people. Allison took out some of the cheesy pasta
and places it on a napkin in front of him.
“Go on. Eat.” She said kindly.
Not waiting for her to take it back, Jeff gorged himself on
the pieces of macaroni nearly bigger than his arms. Somehow, he was still
ravenous. Maybe his TINEE body was extraordinarily resilient but could handle
as much food as his regular-sized body? He looked up at Allison, wiping the
cheese off his mouth with an arm. His instincts were screaming at him not to
ask for more, to accept this goddess’s gift without question. But didn’t she
say she wanted to treat him like a person? A hungry person would ask for more.
But she was watching him with a curious expression on her face.
“Allison?” He ventured, his voice wavering.
“Yes.” Her voice was a little husky, a little deeper.
“Can I have some more?”
She smiled. “Yes. But you’ll have to earn it.”
She sure wasn’t Hannah but those words made Jeff’s stomach
sink. She must have caught his look of despair and laughed, sheepishly bringing
a hand up to cover her mouth. “Ha! Sorry, but you should see the look on your
face. This isn’t anything crazy, I just want to ask you a favor. You know how I
told you it would turn me on to dominate your life – not as a TINEE! I promise!”
Jeff nodded, still hesitating.
“Well…” She actually sounded a little hesitant, a little embarrassed.
This made him feel a little better. “I want to film you eating off my feet. I’m
not gonna mush it up or anything! I promise! For real! Just sit on them and eat
off them.” She bit her bottom lip, bouncing in place a little as he considered
her request.
“Oh. Sure, yeah, okay.” Jeff agreed, laughing a little to himself.
She had no idea what Hannah had put him through. This was just another day to
him. The internal laughter turned to cringing a little bit at how much of an
eatng-off-a-girl’s-foot expert he considered himself.
Her face lit up in a wide grin. “Yay! Alright, just let me
get set up.” She wheeled her chair close to her desk and began clicking
furiously, opening the recording software and turning on her camera. In just a
couple of moments, Jeff saw himself on her monitor, magnified to several times
taller than he actually was. This was high-quality equipment. 1080p, 60fps, quality.
He wondered if celebrities on the giant billboards felt like this when first
seeing their pictures.
A massive quaking thud made him jump, barely keeping her
balance. Allison had turned around in her chair, laying her body across the armrest
so that the tops of her feet rested in the center of the shot. She reached
behind, Tupperware in hand, and spread some of the still-steaming pasta across
the soles and toes of her feet. She wiggled her toes slightly, subconsciously,
making slight lines appear on the smooth pink soles in front of Jeff.
“Whenever you’re ready.” She prompted.
“Jeff touched the slightly chill skin on the side of the
foot nearest him, still cold from resting on the wood floor below. A slight, imperceptible
to her, coating of dust that clung to the bottom of her sole was mixing with
the cheese but, compared to the sweat and grime Hannah had made him eat, this
was fine dining. She moaned slightly as Jeff traveled from the hard calloused
heel along the soft arches. He found a seat along the ball of her foot, a
darker pink than the tan-pale skin of the arch, just underneath her big toe.
Muffled moans continued as he ate his fill of macaroni, indulging her in some
licks between the toes and along the ball of her foot. This was far more of a
mutually beneficial relationship than anything Hannah made him do.
The session lasted less than fifteen minutes and by the end
of it Jeff actually felt full for the first time since he shrunk. He lay across
the bottom of the knuckles of her toes, resting contentedly, for about a minute
before the foot below him slid a little. He was knocked off his perch, his head
thrown into the crevice between her two biggest toes. This was the foot smell
Jeff was used to, the natural odor of someone who had been on their feet in
socks all day. Immediately after he fell, however, she plucked him from her
feet and reoriented herself back into a sitting position. Her face, already naturally
tan, was still clearly flushed with arousal. “What did you think?” She said, her
breath still somewhat heavy.
Jeff smiled in response. He didn’t exactly love it. It was
still another day underfoot and objectified to him, but far, far better than
just being a massage toy or sweat rag. If he could get used to Hannah then maybe
he could learn to like this.
“Do you want to watch the video with me?” Allison asked,
pointing to the screen. The still image of the diminutive Jeff perched on the
bump of the ball of her foot, holding a piece of macaroni like a trophy, was
overlayed by a play button. Her hand was on the mouse, shaking slightly in
anticipation.
“No, you go ahead. I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.” Jeff
answered. Would he ever be? The shame of being reduced to such things still burned
hot, especially seeing himself as she did. He wasn’t even a pet. What was he?
Allison placed him on her bed with her tablet beside him,
telling him to do whatever he wanted. Watch a video, browse the internet,
whatever. Then, she rushed, nearly skipping, back to her chair. As she swiveled
its back to him, Jeff caught a glimpse of one hand sliding down her pants as the
other started playing the video. He absentmindedly pulled up some video, an
effort in itself as he needed to strategically jump on the screen to play it,
as soft moans and gasps came from the girl across the room. The pleasure noises
increased in volume and intensity as the minutes went by. He could tell she was
trying to keep it down for his sake. A final loud moan, muffled somewhat by a
hand covering her mouth, and a long sigh of pleasure and release, and she slid
down slightly in her chair. He heard her take long, shuddering breaths as she
collected herself. “That was great. Thanks, Jeff.”
Though he was still trying to wrap his mind around their
dynamic, he felt a little proud. She didn’t use him like a sex toy (did he want
her to?) nor get off on his pain (did he want her to?) but just had a powerful
orgasm purely to dominating him. To watching him treat just a part of her body
like his whole world. This was better, right?