Vanessa sighed as she watched Trevor leave their apartment.

He waved as he tossed his equipment bag slung over his shoulder, his muscles rippling beneath the tight t-shirt he wore. The redhead wanted to be upset with him for going to his stupid softball game rather than staying in bed with her, but she had to admit it was her own fault that she had slept in rather than getting up in time to have some Saturday morning fun.

Smacking her lips together, she swirled some spit in her mouth in an attempt to cleanse it of the taste of rum, before she sighed once more. “At least I'm not hungover,” she muttered to herself as she reached over and grabbed her phone from her nightstand.

“Hmm,” she murmured to herself as she scrolled through her notifications, dismissing most of them as pointless. She saw one from Youtube, which she always forgot was enabled to give her little push notifications, and her finger suddenly stopped. Tapping it, her eyes went wide as she read the title 'Lady Sydney Shoots Her Slave' from MistressHaley99.

Her finger worked of its own accord, activating the video and fullscreening it as her other hand reached out, brushing against the bars of her Shrinkee cage. An ad played as she fiddled with the latch, and Vanessa couldn't help but think, good job Haley, as she sat through the mattress commercial that promised to change the way she slept. The cage door opened and she flattened out her palm, “Get on, faggot.”

“Pl-please, V-vanessa, Trev isn't even here...”

“Now, bitch,” she growled. Trevor's little step-brother had always been nervous around her when they had lived in separate apartments, but when they moved in together and the little man realized he would no longer be the sole property of his god-like step-brother, he had become a bit of a troublemaker.

“I'm begging you, I don-”

Mistress Haley's little logo flashed and she paused the video while her freehand smacked the cage, “Don't make me actually reach in there.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he cried and a second later she felt his little feet settling onto her palm.

Her fingers wrapped around him and she lifted him up to her lips, his six inch frame squirming as she made sure to blow her rum soaked morning breath right into his face. “Oh get over yourself,” she said as she opened her fingers up slightly and ran her tongue up and down his body like a lollipop.

His whole body shook and his little voice peeped up again, “Van-”

She simply started the video and pumped up the volume as she shoved him beneath the comforter.

Haley held her camera up selfie style as she walked into what looked like an enclosed deck, “Hey guys, Mistress Haley here with Lady Sydney-”

The lanky teen cut in and pointed to a plastic tiara tucked into her hair, “Queen Sydney now.”

“Yes, Queen Sydney,” Haley corrected herself with a giggle.

The shrunken man flailed about as Vanessa pushed aside her lacy panties and dragged him against her moist pussy lips.

“And today's kind of a sad day,” Haley pouted at the camera before shifting the view to Sydney's palm, “Queen Sydney's slave has gotten too small to be of any use.”

Vanessa laughed as she watched her former slave writhe atop the girl's palm. “Serves you right, you little bitch,” she panted as she began to shove her current shrinkee inside of herself. When it had first happened, Vanessa could barely believe the little man had actually escaped, but when she saw him pop on MistressHaley99's insta, she couldn't help but laugh at the cruel twist of fate. The little brunette was far worse than she had ever been, and even though her gangly friend seemed just as sweet, in Haley's earliest videos the freckled bitch constantly talked about wanting to simply grind their former teacher beneath her feet.

“He was a good servant but alas,” Sydney chimed in, “I just have no use for something so pathetic.”

Vanessa moaned as she slowly slid her shrunken man in and out of her womanhood.

“But don't worry,” she heard the teen say, “We're giving him a very fun send off.”

A bottle of Stoli flashed across the screen and Vanessa laughed as she began to grind her hips against the bed.

Her former slave was tossed into a shot glass held by his current owner, and she felt her own juices began to seep around her finger as he was completely covered in vodka.

“Three.”

Vanessa's wrist began to ache as she sped up, the tiny man barely even struggling anymore as she yanked him in and out too quickly for him to catch his breath.

“Two.”

The screen began to shake as she panted and braced her foot against her bed.

“One!”

Vanessa erupted as she watched the girl down the shot, vodka dribbling down her pale chin. She let the phone drop down onto her bed as she basked in the afterglow, fishing her current slave from her pussy as an afterthought. With her head resting against the pillow, she dimly heard the voices of the two girls, chatting and giggling as Lady Sydney described the experience of the little man moving about in her stomach. Finally, she heard the girl announce that she couldn't feel anything anymore, and then the teen gently patted her stomach as if she had just finished a filling meal.

The redhead looked at the little man in her own fingers coated in her juices, and smirked before simply rubbing him against her panties. He briefly flailed in indignation before his limbs went slack, the shrunken thing finally accepting there was nothing he could. Satisfied that he wasn't going to give her any more issues that morning, she bent over and set him down on the floor.

“I think I want to wear my Doc Martens today, bitch,” she said with a snap of her fingers, “The patent leather ones.”

Beside her, she heard Haley's voice clearly ring out, “Don't forget to like and subscribe!”