“I have already sent the package. It should arrive tomorrow” The voice on the other end of the line spoke up as Charlotte continued taking in the evening atmosphere. With the summer air still warm, she could afford to sit out on a balcony with nothing but her shirt. “We have implemented your software into the design. Jacob says it works alright, but mentioned that you wouldn’t take his word for it.”

Charlotte smacked her lips. Was she really that predictable? Jacob was capable, sure. After all, he was the man who managed the engineering side of this collaborative effort. And it’s not like she distrusted him. She just trusted herself more. “Tell him that his consideration is appreciated.” She spoke in a sarcastic tone, her right leg beginning to bounce.

“Remember that once the nanobots are in, they are in. We have specifically made it so your body ignores the little guys and doesn’t even attempt removing them from your system. So if you want them out, we will have to do it back at the clinic.”

“Henry.” She rolled her eyes, although there was no way he could see it. “I have the project specifications.”

“Sue me for being considerate.” Henry chuckled on the other end. “Just be careful, alright?” With that, the call was over.

There was a sound at the door, with Charlotte’s jaw tightening at the prospect of having to interact with that huge clutz again. In the doorway, there was the 5 ft 8 form of Bea—her long black hair matching the color of her hoodie. She was huge, her curvy frame towering above Charlotte who barely reached past 5 ft. Bea waved at her roommate, bringing in a bag full of groceries—mostly junk food. “Sup shrimp.” She grinned, bending over to start putting all the stuff in the fridge.

Charlotte didn’t like to think that she had any kind of complex related to her height and size. In her mind, even thinking about stuff like this was above her. But despite this, she was jealous of how mature her roommate looked while she was tiny and underdeveloped.

“Obviously I could look like that if I wanted.” An unprompted thought entered her mind, staring at Charlotte’s ass as she rummaged through the fridge. “I mean, all it would take is focusing on my body. But I don’t really care about stuff like that. She isn’t even that hot. Could stand to lose some pounds. I am pretty much universally cute. Besides, that’s pretty much all she has—her appearance. Whereas I have my intelligence and wonderful personality and-”

“You all there, Charlie?” Bea waved her hand in front of the woman’s face, snapping her out of the internal monologue. “Geez, did all that science fry your brain or something?”

“You are the one with a fried brain.” She grumbled under her breath, storming off to her room.

“Wait, Charlie!” The woman quickly turned around, almost expecting Bea to apologize for being more attractive than her. “If you’re heading out to a store later, could you grab some chips? I forgot to buy some.”

“I am not your servant.” She quickly answered, almost tripping over Bea’s flip-flops. They were clearly well-worn, with ages of love and pressure imprinting themselves into a dark outline of Bea’s meaty Size 10s against the pink rubber. “And clean up after yourself, moron!”

Trying to calm down, Charlotte imagined all the fame and money that awaited her once their design was seen by investors. She could move out of this shabby house and never have to see that stupid woman again. If all went well, she would be living in a mansion—sipping piña colada somewhere on the Mediterranean.

The next day, the scientist could feel butterflies in her stomach as the package was finally in her grasp. Feeling like a kid on Christmas, she quickly opened the tiny box inside of her room. Inside, there was a tiny control chip that needed to be slid into a compatible biosuit. Next to it, a pill was secured inside of a medicinal container. Its shell was a dark green, the type you would see in a pharmacy. But instead of any medication, a swarm of dormant nanomachines whose job it was to bind to Charlotte's cells and give her complete control over them. She put the pill up to her lips. With a swig of water, it went down her throat. At first, she didn’t feel any different. It would take a moment for the machines to settle, and she liked to believe herself to be immune to the placebo effect—even if it felt exhilarating.

Next came the biosuit, its white polymer body glistening in the light. Putting it on, she found squeezing into the thing to be a struggle. The synthetic material pressed against her features from every direction, covering every inch except for the head, hand, and feet. It took her way longer than she would like to admit, but finally managed to get the darn thing on her. Pulling on the polymer, she winced as it smacked back into position, hugging against her thigh. “Hopefully the guys will come up with a more convenient design…”

It wasn’t only here to ensure modesty (her clothes weren’t shrinking down with her, after all) but also had a control panel attached just below the wrist. Detaching it and sliding the chip in, she saw the small digital display beginning to boot up. Setting up the profile took just a moment. All of her biological data was intricately displayed. Weight, height—it had everything. And everything here was for her to change. If she really wanted, she could even alter her blood type! This amount of control is exactly what Charlotte wanted. Now, even her body was subject to her whim.

“Let’s just…test it out.” She said while moving the height slider to the left. Immediately, a shiver washed over her body, followed by the sensation of an invisible force pressing against her from every direction. It was like going up an incredibly fast elevator. The biosuit itself felt tighter against her features, constantly shrinking a few milliseconds before she did, making the woman blush as the process continued.

Opening her clenched eyes, Charlotte took a moment to appreciate her surroundings. At only 1/2 inch, the room was the size of a military hangar, with a ceiling and walls that stretched for miles. Her bed had become a plateau out in the distance, with her barely reaching up to the sole of her old sneaker tucked underneath it. “This is amazing!” She exclaimed, stretching her hands. Charlotte didn’t understand why, but there was something mystical about being shrunken down. This new perspective made her monotone room appear like some unexplored land.

The ground shook. The shrunken woman wasn’t sure if she had felt it at first, but the sensation got closer and closer. It was like feeling an earthquake approaching, with her soon hearing the loud THUD THUD THUD in the distance. Something heavy was slapping against the apartment’s wooden floor, with it sounding like artillery was going off in the distance. And as the door opened, the terrifying realization had hit Charlotte.

“Bea!”

Bea was already a big gal, even at her normal size. Right now, she looked like some ancient depiction of a fertility goddess —a curvy unending statue. Charlotte could barely see her face, with it covered by her chest and her belly. In her hand was a new bag of chips, with each handful she consumed resulting in a loud crunching sound reverberating through the room. It was like hearing trees get thrown into the woodchipper, with the tiny having to dodge as the debris of salt and potato fell down on her.

“CHARLIE!” Her voice boomed, punctuated with a loud crunching sound. The overwhelming smell of rubber mixed with sweat dominated the shrunken woman’s nostrils as Bea got closer, placing her cheap flip-flops on either side of her miniature form. They creaked underneath her weight, adding to the overstimulation. “CHARLIE, WHERE AAARE YOU?”

Charlotte’s heart was pounding, her cheeks having turned a dark shade of red. It might have been her brain making the all-too-common confusion between fear and excitement, but why was she getting so flustered? It was just Bea standing there, eating chips. But despite it, there was something powerful about her form. Each movement could have ended her pathetic life, snuffing her out with just a twitch and a stomp of her huge feet.

Her self-preservation instinct took over as Bea moved her foot, almost sweeping the tiny scientist along. “I need to get big…now!” Looking at her wrist, the control panel was missing. She got so excited that the woman forgot to reattach it. It was still on her desk.

Before she could do anything about it, Bea was moving again, lifting her foot. A dark shadow was cast over Charlotte, with her tensing up in anticipation of it pummeling down on her as she ran for her life. It finally did, the pink size 10 monolith knocking the miniature woman off her feet and sending her flying across the room. Bea scrunched her little piggies, each larger than the woman’s entire body, with a loud yawn. She finally left, shutting the door behind her with yet another thud.

After getting up and massaging her aching shoulder, Charlotte spent a few minutes just breathing heavily. The thought of her almost dying because of her worthless roommate irked her. Her life was so much more valuable, yet it could have been ended by a flip-flop. And through it all, she hated how much the thought excited her.

Getting up to the desk and growing again took some time, with Charlotte taking the biosuit off so quickly that it almost ripped in half. Now naked, her hand began itching towards her trembling lips before she pulled it away, slapping herself on the face to calm down. “No!” She snapped at herself, looking at her angry expression in the mirror until the blush disappeared. Only then could she stand to be around Bea again.

“Hey Charlie, didn’t know you were home.” Bea lounged down on the couch, her long legs taking up both seats. From the armrest, the deadly pink flip flops now dangled off her feet—the divider squished between her toes. “Whatcha looking at?” She questioned with a sly smile, scrunching her toes as Charlotte's face turned away.

“Nothing.” She swallowed, gesturing for Bea to take her feet off as she sat on the couch next to her. They now landed on the coffee table—their heat beginning to steam up the glass. Once again, she couldn’t stop herself from staring. Their shape…the chubbiness of the sole…the beautiful blue shade of her pedicure…Being so tiny has awakened something in Charlotte, as much as she wanted to deny it. It was pathetic. She knew it was pathetic. And yet, she was powerless against them. For all her intellect, she was getting overpowered by her roommate’s stupid feet.

“Mind giving them a rub?” Bea stretched, now putting her feet on Charlotte’s lap.

“What? Why?” She questioned, putting on an exaggerated face of disgust.

“I am just tired. Come on, help a girl out.” Wiggling her toes, Charlotte had to close her mouth to stop herself from drooling.

“Alright, just this once…”

“Seriously?” Raising an eyebrow, Bea did not expect to get this far. All she wanted to do was tease her shrimpy roommate and maybe get a laugh out of it. “You are such a freak.”

“Listen, do you want the stupid massage or not?” Having blurted the last sentence out, Charlotte tried to give herself some plausible deniability.

Now holding onto the feet that threatened her life, Charlotte once again felt small. She rubbed them with the typical determination she put into anything the woman cared about. From her heel to the spaces between her toes, she found herself loving the subtle moans Bea gave out. Each time she let out a pleased yawn, it was a signal to Charlotte that she was doing a good job. Getting praise was something she adored. Even getting into science was just a way to get the approval of the people around her.

“Thanks, Charlie.” Bea ruffled her hand through her roommate's hair as she got up, retreating into her rooms. “You are a real pro at this.” She laughed, shutting the door behind her.

Charlotte was left behind, feeling a thin layer of the woman’s sweat and grime coating her hand. It was such an innocent thing—giving your friend a foot rub—yet she felt filthy; even after allowing the soap and water to scrub away the smell of Bea, the shame remained.

Slowly marching back to her room, Charlotte sat down on her bed, watching the discarded biosuit still on the floor. Lifting it up, she felt the fabric between her fingers. There was a strong urge within her chest to put it back on, with her hands trembling as she rubbed her fingers through the polymer.

No, she couldn’t. Charlotte was better than Bea in every way. Why should she be the one submitting to her huge feet? Still pent up from the experience of shrinking down, she angrily threw the suit into the closet.

Her phone rang, almost as if on command. Picking it up, Charlotte pressed the accept call button, slumping back in her bed.

“Hey, Henry here. Just calling to confirm if you’ve gotten the package.”

“Yeah.” She cleaned her throat, looking at the ceiling. “Yeah, I got it.”

“Nice! Did you have an opportunity to try it out?”

“Yeah.” She once again cleaned her throat, trying to hide her stutter. “Yeah, I did.”

The anticipation was killing him. “And?”

“What do you want, a full report? It was just a normal trial, okay?" Getting unreasonably defensive, Charlotte raised her voice. “The suit works.”

“I see. If you experience any side effects, please let me know, alright? Only go to a hospital with this tech if it’s absolutely necessary. We still haven’t registered it yet.”

“I thought that was your job.”

“I am working on it.” At least now, it was him who was defensive, taking some edge off Charlotte. “But anyways, take what I said seriously. If you are feeling unwell, let me know-”

Ending the call, the woman buried her face in the pillow, scolding herself for how stupid she was being.

Tick…Tick…Tick…

No use. Charlotte couldn’t sleep. She kept staring at the ceiling as if there was something interesting written on it, thinking about Bea. Rubbing her stomach, the realization that there were nanomachines now swarming her body—one which could make her powerless—fully settled into her troubled mind. She gazed over at the control module, finding it just where she left it: on her desk, detached from the biosuit. The dim white light of its screen pierced through the darkness.

The thought of Bea somehow gaining access to it filled her stomach with a mixture of fear and excitement. Gah! Why was she so obsessed with that idiot? She was better than her—it wasn’t even a contest. And yet, she found the thought of being at her mercy so appealing. Groaning so hard that it almost hurt, Charlotte conceded. Fine, she would masturbate to some porn if it meant that she could get some sleep. And so, she scrolled…and scrolled…and scrolled…and nothing seemed to work for her.

Jumping out of the bed, the woman walked up to a mirror, breathing heavily while looking at her face. It was filled with lust mixed with anger. “I am not a perverted freak!” She lectured her reflection, having to stop herself from punching the thin wall. Her features softened, wincing at her reflection before turning towards the discarded control panel. She picked it up with one hand while using the other to reach for the biosuit. Exhaling in defeat, she began sliding the polymer back on.

Before heading out, she reached into the fridge and took out one of those colored “sports drinks” that Bea seemed awfully fond of (even if she didn’t do any sports). It wasn’t for the flavor—she despised the red fluid—but rather due to the electrolytes inside. The nanobots quickly used them up, depleting the woman each time she used them to grow or shrink. At first, it caused a headache. Then, the nanobots might just not respond at all. She was fine with just a quick snack after the whole Bea incident from before, but something told her she would use the suit more than once tonight.

There it was. Bea’s room. Charlotte quickly shrunk down to the size of an ant, using the opportunity to make it through the crack in the door. By now, she had gotten somewhat used to the sensation of her body dwindling into a more compact form. The inside was just as she had expected: a jungle of discarded clothes, each appearing like a mighty obstacle in her way. She saw the same coral-pink monoliths against the wall. Those poor flip-flops…absorbing every stomp and squeeze. Bea’s intoxicating presence had long seeped into the rubber. If Charlotte hadn’t reacted quickly enough, would she also have become part of the grime that coated its sole?

Walking into the sole, Charlotte could feel the humid, stagnant, sweat-filled air feeling her lungs. She stopped herself from coughing, taking in this salty miasma. “Bea is so fucking gross….” The woman placed her face against the sole—her cheek coated with the dark grime. The stinging of the air was addicting, reprogramming the woman’s brain. She began sliding her finger further to the left on the control module without even realizing it. The rest of Bea’s small room became illegible to Charlotte’s tiny eyes. After a few seconds, the flip-flop became her entire world—the sole, once only damp and dirty, was now an extensive swamp. Taking a deep breath after deep breath, this essence which had been imprinted on the rubber was now seeping into her body. “She reeks…”

Growing herself to a height of 5 inches, the change in perspective from the flip-flop being "her entire world" to just a large piece of footwear was surreal. Now, it was the time for the main attraction. She cautiously approached the bed, seeing Bea’s huge figure breathing in her sleep. Climbing up her bed frame, Charlotte stood in front of two huge soles that peaked from underneath a blanket too short for the tall woman. Next to them, she was nothing—not even dirt. This is where she deserved to be. She shrunk down to only 1/2 inch tall; the very same height Charlotte was when she first gazed upon her goddess. Bea’s face was out of her line of sight which made what she was going to do next somewhat easier. There is no way she could ever look her roommate in the eyes again.

Taking a step forward, she placed her hand against the sole. It began sinking into the warm flesh, the thin layer of sweat coating her hand. Being so close made Charlotte conscious of the immense heat coming off. Swallowing with a dry throat, she placed her lips against the wrinkles of her foot, scarfing down the foul liquid. The salt and warmth did not clench the woman’s thirst, but at least it filled her body with additional electrolytes.

Charlotte wiped her face, panting heavily and using Bea’s wrinkles for support. Looking up, she gave a determined look before beginning to climb her foot. It was a herculean task, with the wet, soft surface not giving her much grip. She had to fight for every inch (but then again, she was less than an inch tall). With one final triumphant pull, Charlotte managed to find herself between the giantess’ toes. Bea’s familiar aroma here was a lot more pronounced, making the woman dizzy. She had to sit down, finding herself in the ridge between her large and second toe. Her previously organized mind was firing wildly, sending her mixed signals of pleasure. Sitting here with her tongue out like a dog, Charlotte felt herself becoming dumber, as if her roommate’s foot odor was killing her brain.

“I am just a bug…” She mumbled out, reaching down to the lips of her vagina. Rubbing around its edge, she smiled like an idiot—her toes curling at the sight of Bea’s snoring face in the distance. If she were still a human, this might have caused her shame. Now, however, she was nothing more than a filthy little bug crawling around a foot. “I am just a bug…” She repeated, fingering herself while pressing her face against Bea’s large toe. Deep breaths…

There was a movement. Sensing her sleep being disturbed, Bea brought her toes together, crushing the tiny woman. Charlotte didn’t even have a chance to brace herself as immense force pinned her in place, forcing all the air out of her lungs as she was stuck there—powerless.

“I don’t want to die…” Feeling her eyes beginning to fill with tears, Charlotte realized the terror of the situation. Was this some kind of punishment for taking advantage of her roommate? Or was this retribution for her years of pride? It didn’t matter. All she could do right now is beg. “Please, don’t kill me!” She shouted out as if Bea could hear her. By now, tears were rolling down her cheeks as the woman clenched her teeth.

Another movement. Did Bea actually answer her pleas? Or was this just a random movement in her sleep? It didn’t matter. The cruel grasp was released, with Charlotte tumbling down her foot and falling onto the desert of white fabric that was her bed. Her body burned with pain. She fought to keep her eyes open, but couldn’t stop herself from passing out.

“Charlie.”

“Charlie!”

“CHARLIE!”

Charlotte snapped awake at the sound of somebody calling her name, jumping to her feet while covered in cold sweat. It mixed with that of Bea, telling the woman that the night before was not a dream. Rubbing her eyes, she did a quick scan of her area, confirming that she was still on her roommate’s bed. In the distance, she could see the faint figure of Bea coming back into her room before reaching for her phone. Watching her move at this size was strange. While appearing to almost move in slow motion, she covered miles in mere seconds with each step of her mighty foot.

“WHERE IS THAT SHRIMP?”  The tiny swallowed nervously at Bea’s words. Where there was once annoyance, now only shame remained. “PROBABLY LEFT FOR COLLEGE ALREADY…” She shrugged. The two of them had similar timetables, so a routine of leaving the house together developed. Her roommate never got sick, so going out without her for once was strange, like putting on the wrong pair of shoes.

“Alright, I’ve had my fun.” The woman stood up, cracking her neck. Passing out in a random position was less than ideal, with her entire body feeling stiff and sore. As she stretched, however, Charlotte noticed that she felt a lot more…breezy than expected. Looking down, her biosuit was ripped, leaving a large tear reaching from her neck to her groin. Her hand shook as she brought it up to her face, finding the control module also cracked—pieces of black glass forming into crystalline patterns.

For a few seconds, Charlotte just stood there—processing all of this. She was stuck at half an inch in height, left at the mercy of her unaware roommate. Dropping to her knees, the woman thought about yelling for help, but what would even be the point? Bea wouldn’t be able to hear her either way.

“I can still fix this.” She swallowed, her throat once again feeling dry. “I will just get somebody to notice me, then ask Henry to send another control module, sync it with the nanobots, and get back to normal.” A plan began formulating in her mind, with Charlotte producing a stressed smile while fidgeting with her hair. “I can fix this…” Repeating her words, she let out a worrying giggle while exhaling through her teeth.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared above her. Her entire field of view was dominated by Bea’s descending ass. It was huge, appearing like a large mountain of skin and stretched white fabric that were her panties. Watching it fall atop her was like observing an avalanche—something the tiny woman was powerless to stop. “Fuck…FUCK!” Charlotte wheezed while limping away from the shadow. The ache in her left leg was the least of her worries since the texture of the mattress didn’t exactly lend itself to running even if she could move quicker.

With one powerful impact, the tiny woman was forced to the ground, her face pressed against the mattress. The scent of lavender fabric softener mixed with that of Bea’s sweat harassed her nose as she was pushed deeper into the bed, the sound of springs cracking under the giantess’s weight dominated her tiny ears. The tiny groaned, knowing that the softness of the mattress and her roommate’s ass were the two things keeping her from becoming a red splotch.

Finally getting up, Charlotte couldn’t see her roommate’s titaness figure leaving through the doors. No, instead she spent a few minutes just laying there in a puddle of her roommate’s sweat mixed with her tears. She whispered something into the pillow, her hands shaking as she used them to hold her weight up.

Bea was gone, her thunderous footsteps becoming gentler but still shaking the tiny to her core. This left Charlotte—alone and stranded. Below her, she did notice something. Bea phone! It was left on the ground, with Charlotte dropping down onto its surface. She felt the cold glass under her feet, shivering while walking over to the messenger app and jumping down on the icon. Just inputting Henry’s contact information felt like a full workout, with Charlotte taking a small break to catch her breath near the home button as the blinking cursor awaited her message. There wasn’t much battery left and she needed to keep it brief.

“this chrtl am tiny send cotrl module” She wrote, jumping from letter to letter.

“DONOT TEL BEA!!!” As soon as her feet made an impact with the final “!,” the bright screen turned dark. Now, all Charlotte could see was her reflection in the black glass of a dead phone screen.

Charlotte waited by the side of the bed like a battered puppy—hungry, thirsty, and exhausted. Her tiny body was shaking in the cold air, having to huddle around Bea’s discarded sock for warmth all while the distant thudding of her feet made the many near-death experiences flash before her eyes. The woman wanted to scream, with the rage building up in her throat but ultimately going nowhere—fizzling out like a dud firework.

“Charlie!” The giantess bellowed, shaking a package containing her priceless technology as if it were one of those stupid plushies Bea always ordered. “I got that…nanobots…control….linkage…something your friend sent.” It all felt like some elaborate prank, but all the official documentation Henry had forwarded to her made the whole thing seem real. So this is what the shrimp has been working on, huh?

Opening it up, she found what looked like a tablet inside—the sleek device lacking any branding. Once booted up, the black screen displayed a simple interface, with a large “AWAITING LINKAGE” written on the top. “Henry said you have to be close for it to work…” She spoke into the void, hoping that her tiny roommate was around here somewhere.

Prompted, Charlotte waddled out of her hiding spot, half of her dirt and grime-covered face now basking in the light. Leaning forward, she held onto the leg of the bed for support—cautiously watching her roommate’s every move. Why did it have to be Bea? She would have rathered this be anyone but Bea! That bitch is going to hold this over her for years, always demanding favors just because of a simple act of setting up a control module.

Bea looked down at the floor, thinking about how Charlotte was somewhere down there—crawling like an insect. Getting down on her knees and waddling through the entire house as if she were looking for a lost earring seemed tiring. “Listen, I am just going to sit there. I had my nails done in white, so I should be able to see your speck body against them. Come here and climb up.” Spreading her legs, the giantess reached down to grab her phone. “Just hurry up, okay shrimp? I want to get something to eat.”

Something to eat? SOMETHING TO EAT?! Charlotte clenched her fist. How dared Bea complain about being hungry while she herself was starving, dehydrated, bruised, and the size of a fucking insect?! And what was this about needing to climb on her toes to be seen? Could that lazy bastard really not be bothered enough to move for once and look for another human being in need?

But then again…seeing the Bea move around the house was frightening—like a passing thunderous storm of flesh. If she did bend down to look for her, the tiny woman would surely end up pulverized under her oversized breasts or ass. Defeated, Charlotte gathered up what little remaining pride she had left, beginning the long trek toward her roommate's pearly white toes.

“When this is over-“ The woman spoke to herself, knowing that she was not going to be heard anyway. “-I am going to make that slab pay.” From the beginning, the blame remained on Bea. Of course, it had to be her fault! Otherwise, Charlotte would be the one to blame. And she just couldn’t accept that.

Having just taken off her drenched black socks, the smell was a lot more pronounced—the same humid, salty miasma clinging to her feet as thick steam emanated from it. The tiny cupped her mouth and nose, bending down while trying to stomach it. Even the subtle notes of lavender lotion couldn’t make this any better, overloading the brain of the shrunken woman. She couldn’t believe that just yesterday, she was slobbering over…this!

But—with a few determined pulls—she managed to scale her large toe, now standing on a field of hardened white polymer and gazing up at the face of her roommate. It was obscured by a pair of hill-sized mammaries, but she could still make up the glint of her uninterested eyes.

“Damn. You really are small.” Bea finally put the phone away with a click, bending down to squint at her toe. There was a miniature creature standing on it—waving her arms in desperation like a marooned sailor on an island of nail polish. Trying her best to remain still, Charlotte could still feel subtle vibrations below her.

“Let’s see what this thing can do…” Pulling out the control module, the giantess scrolled through the different sections with an aura of indifference. This thing may have been made to be accessible, but there were menus upon menus controlling everything from her blood type to the color of her eyes to the size of her breasts. The nanomachines were never really made for shrinking. They had a more universal use planned for them, after all.

“There we go! Nanobot linkage.” When Bea’s finger made contact with the button, Charlotte felt a cold shiver passing over her arms and legs—as if her veins were filled with ice. As quickly as it came, the sensation disappeared, with the linkage completed. Now, her body was entirely at the mercy of her roommate.

“I am going to make you big now.” She did as she was told, sliding the bar to the right. Charlotte felt herself getting bigger, soon struggling to stand atop the toe and having to sit on it as if she were riding a horse. “Wow. You look like shit.” Was the first greeting coming out of her roommate now that the shrunken woman’s sour face was big enough to be seen. Bea continued to look at the screen, bouncing her feet up and down—making Charlotte's cunt repeatedly smack against her toe. Gritting her teeth, she just endured it until the giantess stopped.

“Come on! Grow me back to normal!” She sneered, finding her growth stunted at 5 inches.

“Can’t.” Bea’s reply was swift.

“Can’t?” The tiny shook her head so violently it almost hurt. “What do you mean ‘can’t’? Did you break something, you moron!”

“Don’t appreciate your tone, dude.” Raising her foot, Charlotte was flipped to her back like a beetle, watching as the meaty sole smacked next to her with a wet PLOP. It was a near miss, one Bea intentionally made to scare her. “I am already helping you. The least you could do is stop being a bitch for 5 seconds.” Grumbling something under her breath, the giantess flipped the screen over. “It says here you need more electrolytes or something to grow higher. That’s the shit in salt, right?” Using her limited knowledge of biology, Bea came to a conclusion, lifting her foot. “Come on. Lick.”

“I am not licking your fucking sole!” Charlotte smacked against the soft pad of the foot which towered above her. It was barely felt despite the tiny getting winded.

“Well, I guess you can spend the rest of your life being 5 inches then.”  She shrugged as if this wasn’t a major loss for her, picking up her phone to continue scrolling through her socials.

“This isn’t funny, Bea!” She began shivering again, covering her body with one hand while using the other to wipe footgrime from her face. “Just get one of those stupid sports drinks-”

“Wow. You only complain, don’t you Charlie? Always whining about how smart you are—how nobody treats you with respect.” She gave the tiny a sly smile. “If you really are that intelligent, how come you are smaller than a barbie and asking a ‘moron’ like me for help. Huh, Charlie?”

Bea pressed the bottom of her sole on Charlotte, watching the woman bracing herself and struggling to hold up the overpowering slab of warm skin. This was nothing but her foot, yet she felt as if she was Atlas holding up the world. Finally, the assault stopped, allowing the tiny to slump onto her back and gasp for air like a dying fish. “Lick.” She repeated the order.

This time, the tiny was not in a position to complain. She slowly brought her mouth to the swampy space between the giantess’s toes—cleaning it thoroughly of any moisture. Her small tongue didn’t exactly cover much surface area, meaning that she had to go over the same spots again and again. It was so salty and gross, adding black grime to the face she had barely wiped clean. The hopelessness of the situation had truly set in, with her not even trying to look presentable anymore.

“You really are a top-tier foot slut, aren’t you?” The giantess couldn’t help but grin as the little shrimp’s tiny pink tongue glided across her skin. “Maybe I should keep you like this forever.”

“But-”

“Shut up.” Lifting her foot, the familiar black shadow was cast over the shrunken woman. “You are going to sit there and listen.” Instead of fighting any longer, Charlotte knelt—whispering things she would never dare to shout at the titaness. “Good. And while you are silent for once, let me give you a tip. Guys don’t avoid you because you are ‘too smart’ or ‘too deep’ for them—it’s because you are an asshole. Okay? Henry and Jacob probably only tolerate you because you are useful to them.”

Feeling her jaw clenching, the tiny released the pressure in one powerful screech “That’s not true! They literally couldn’t have done it without me-”

“There you are again!” The sword of Damocles that was her foot finally came down, throwing the tiny to her back as the ball of Bea’s foot ground against her torso. “Thinking so highly of yourself…but you really are worthless.”

“Please…” Charlotte let out a painful cough, failing to gather her strength.

Finally, Bea released the tiny, yanking her right arm and lifting Charlotte up to her face. “You know… I can just tell the guys to split the profit from the nanobots 50/50. Well, more like 40/40/20. That’s a better deal than sharing it 3-ways, right? Just a small fee for removing the problem. Because unlike you, I don’t need millions to be happy. A couple of thousands each month for me would be enough.”

“These are my creations—my!” She let out one final yell of defiance—her hoarse throat finally giving up and producing just painful groans.

“Don’t worry. I am not going to kill you.” Bea giggled if she was talking about a cheap potted plant rather than a human being. “I always wanted a little pet.”

With another touch of the control module, Charlotte found herself dwindling down—far, far beyond anything she had seen in the past. An overpowering sense of vertigo encompassed her, only for the sensation to become real once she became plummeting down into a jar.

Standing up, she felt smooth cold glass under her feet. She couldn’t even begin guessing how small she was right now—surely less than a micrometer. Her vision became immediately limited as less light hit her nanosized eye. But through the curved walls of the crystalline prison, she could still see the silhouette of her new goddess.