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.