Keys jingled outside the door as Lucy unlocked her apartment. After finding the right key, which always took a couple of tries, she opened the door to her dark apartment. Wearily, she stepped inside and kicked off her work shoes. She didn't really like those shoes, she always thought they were clunky and not that sexy. She had to wear them as part of her uniform for her job at a fast food place, McBurger Queen Jr. She’d just gotten off an especially exhausting shift late at night and was glad to be home for a little R&R on her couch while she put her feet up. Her socks clung to her slightly sweaty feet as she walked into her living room.

Before sitting down, she decided to clean out her pockets, dropping most of their contents onto her coffee table just a foot away from her couch. There was her pens she always carried around, her apartment and car keys, some loose change she’d found on the floor while cleaning, and a single french fry. The french fry alone wasn’t at all important, she could get these anytime she wanted at work, but rather, it was what was on the fry that was important. A tiny figure, barely the size of the piece of salt that hung next to him, was clinging to the side of the fry for dear life.

“Oooh, good job little guy, you actually managed to hang on! I'm impressed,” Lucy said, wiping a piece of blonde hair out of her face as she smiled at the tiny boy.

That boy, who now stood at the incredibly miniscule height of half a millimeter, was named Andrew. Andrew looked up as he now came into the light to see the absolutely massive Lucy dominate the majority of his view. He gripped the french fry as tight as he could, not wanting to fall off it. As he scanned the girl that now held his life literally in her hands, Andrew couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and pure excitement. But mostly it was the second one. He couldn’t help but smile as she smirked at him, or when he looked down at her cleavage and massive socked feet.


Earlier that night, Andrew had been just your average guy, though a little on the short side at 5’6. Nonetheless, he did have himself a lot of confidence. It was around seven in the evening when he went into a fast food place hoping to get a little dinner for himself when he noticed someone sitting in the corner of the room. A taller blonde girl was sitting alone at a booth, eating french fries and looking at her phone. He could tell she worked there from her uniform: black work pants, a grey shirt that said “How can I help you?” on the chest in cursive writing, and the hat that had a cartoon burger on the front. Andrew knew who she was immediately: one of his favorite GTS writers of all time, Goddess Lucy. He couldn’t help but grab his heart and gasp in surprise when he saw her, what was someone like her doing here??? Though that answer was obvious enough. After a moment of staring awkwardly at her while he waited for his meal, he decided he should go over to her and pay his respects, he was a huge fan after all! Plus he thought she’d really appreciate a comment, she looked so bored that he thought she could use an extra pick-me-up.

Andrew walked over to the booth Lucy sat in and said to her, in a kind of quiet voice, “um.. Excuse me? Sorry to bug ya, but are you Goddess Lucy? The girl who writes those size stories online?”

Lucy looked up from her phone and looked at Andrew for a moment, looking at him up and down before replying with a full mouth, “yes”.

Andrew took the liberty of sitting down across from Lucy as he continued to speak, “wow! Y’know I’m such a big fan of your work, I love almost all of your stories! I’m actually the one who comments about wishing I was one of the tiny people in your stories, how they die is just so hot!”

Lucy swallowed her last bite before replying this time, “Oh really? You’d actually want to be in their place?”

“Oh hell yeah!” Andrew exclaimed, “I’d love to just worship a goddess all day and night if I was that size! Especially if she was someone as cute as you~.” He said this last part trying to sound cool but in reality his face was a bright red, you could tell he was embarrassed as hell at what he just said.

His feeling of being cool ended rather abruptly, when a white light blasted into his eyes. For a few moments he couldn’t see a thing, but quickly stood up out of the booth to turn around away from the light, but when he did nothing changed, where was the light coming from? Even closing his eyes didn’t help, all he saw was white light. After a few more moments of grunting trying to hold of to the table, only to find that he couldn’t quite find it anymore, did the light change from a blinding white to a soft pink, then slowly back to normal vision. Only this time, his surroundings were different, the table was gone and he found himself on a large, brown, smooth surface. He looked around frantically for only a second, trying to find where he was when something gigantic and yellow fell from the sky, landing with a thud next to him like the sound of a large redwood tree. Andrew looked over to it and couldn’t believe his eyes.

Is that…. A giant french fry..? He thought to himself.

“Well? Get on it,” said a loud echoing voice from above. Andrew looked up and saw the smiling, smug face of Lucy, still sitting at the booth and looking much MUCH larger than before.

Without so much as a second thought Andrew did as the now giga-sized girl commanded. He climbed onto the fry, digging his hands onto and around the sides, holding on as best he could before a pair of massive fingers came down, pinching and crushing one side of the fry as they lifted him up high.

He thought Lucy was going to put him on the table, or at least take a look at him, but instead she simply stood up out of the booth and put the fry into her pocket, sliding it and the tiny rider inside. Terrified, and also very excited, Andrew held onto the fry for what felt like hours, all the while getting knocked around the pocket.


Now, hours later, Andrew stood on Lucy's coffee table, nervously fidgeting with his hands as he looked up at the giant goddess, still dressed in her work clothes. She looked down at him as well, barely even being able to see his puny grey jacket. She smirked at him and he smiled awkwardly back, blushing once again.

“So you wanted to serve a goddess?” She asked.

“W-well…” Andrew began, but before he could get another word in the ground underneath him began to shake.

Lucy took her foot off the floor and had accident knocked the table, shaking the table and making Andrew fall to his feet. Lucy set her socked onto her knee and slowly peeled off her sock, revealing her soft red sole, worn after a day's work, her toe nails were painted a glittery pink and were themselves many times bigger than Andrew. Again he blushed seeing this, it felt like the equivalent of a girl actually getting undressed in front of him.

As he hid his blush from Lucy, another tremor went through the table, only this time it was stronger, knocking Andrew onto his ass. As he looked up all he could see was the massive wall of flesh that was the ball of Lucy's sole, pressed up against the side of the table. This made Andrew blush harder and his heart beat faster as he felt the heat radiate off the wrinkled flesh and seeing the skin wrinkle.

“So little bug,” Lucy began, a smile on her face, “start the worship~.”

Andrew couldn’t believe his luck, just a few hours ago he went into a place just wanting to get a burger for dinner, and now here he was, being asked, no, being ordered to worship the sole of a girl who’s very toe was now a skyscraper to him.

“Well?” Lucy asked, reaching over the side of the couch and grabbing her computer, “Are you going to start soon? I’m going to be working on a story, so I really want to feel you rubbing my sole, and don’t be afraid to give it a little kiss.”

Andrew snapped out of his daze looking at the sole before him, and in seconds ran to it, his cheeks almost as red as its surface.

“Y-yes Lucy!” he said meekly, not even sure if she could hear him at his pathetic height.

He did as she commanded and pressed his hands into her soft beautiful sole, being able to push in a couple of inches before the flesh wouldn’t go any further and pushed back. He pushed as hard as he could, rubbing in large circles that to Lucy would hardly be the size of a pen’s tip. On the couch he heard the click-clacking of a keyboard and guessed Lucy was hard at work on her next story. Andrew wondered what she could be writing, and if he’d ever even get a chance to read it. He also couldn’t help but notice just how cool and calmly Lucy did all this, from apparently being able to shrink him to now having the tiny boy worship her sole. She was paying almost no attention to him, almost as if he was actually a piece of dust at her feet. It wasn’t until a few minutes of rubbing had passed when he finally worked up the courage to do her second suggestion. He stopped rubbing and brought his face even closer to the plush sole, even when at his size he was already so close the heat radiating off her foot was enough to keep him toasty warm on the cold table. He puckered his lips and slowly, very slowly out of nervousness, gave the flesh a long deep kiss, being sure to feel every near microscopic wrinkle as he pressed up harder against it. He could faintly taste the salty work sweat on the ball of her foot, making the sole bittersweet. Andrew’s cheeks were on fire by now, a red hue formed that even a fire hydrant would envy. This was the first time he’d ever actually kissed a girl’s foot, which only made him blush harder. He continued to kiss and rub his goddess’s tender sole for nearly a half hour straight until finally she spoke, her voice coming from far above.

“Mmm, good job little bug, I can just barely feel you down there. But it still doesn’t feel like you’re doing enough. I want you to get serious and start licking my sole, clean it best you can, worship it. Or maybe you’re not worth it, and if you aren’t I’d be happy ending your pathetic little life right now~.” As she said this last part Lucy extended her toe out just over the miniscule Andrew to threaten him into submission. This, however, was unneeded.

Andrew went to work right away, changing from kissing deeply to licking passionately, going over every spot he could as he pressed his entire body into the pillow-like sole of the goddess. His hands were still at work, rubbing the sides of where he kissed and licked uncontrollably. This was what it was like to serve a goddess, he thought, this was actual heaven. As he licked he heard a slight giggle from Lucy followed by a comment calling him cute and that his little tongue tickled her. Sure enough a second later Lucy’s sole scrunched up as if she’d actually been tickled, forming more and more lumps and wrinkles and crevices in the flesh for his tongue to squeeze into, and also letting Andrew see those pretty pink sparkly nails of hers just over head. They were each larger than a baseball diamond to him, and shinier and more beautiful than any real diamond he’d ever seen in his life. Andrew continued rubbing even after his arms felt dead, all he wanted in that moment, for the rest of his very life, was to please his new goddess; he was absolutely drunk with submission to her.

After another half hour of Andrew’s blind worship he finally heard Lucy close her computer. Her sole shifted once again as she set it next to her couch on the floor where she had gotten it. Her heavenly sole finally fell off the table, nearly bringing Andrew down with it as he reached for it to continue his absolute worship. It wasn’t until Lucy’s absolutely massive face came before him when he finally took his eyes off her feet. She smiled at him with her rich red lips, seeing him red with excitement when she finally spoke again.

“Hey my little flea, good job. I think you deserve a little reward~.”

A reward? Andrew thought. What he’d just did could have been a reward all itself, he’d give anything to do it again.

Massive fingers fell down on both sides of Andrew, landing with a slam that shocked him out of his lewd thoughts. They quickly came together, pinching the tiny tiny boy in their grasp. He grunted feeling the air being forced out of his lungs as he found himself rising higher and higher, until finally he met with Lucy’s giant lips. He gave a shiver of fear as he looked at them, as she spoke he could clearly see the inside of her mouth and feared for the worst.

“Well little guy, here’s your reward, enjoy~.”

Instead of being swallowed as he first thought, he found the fingers holding him in the air spread apart, releasing his tiny body until he began to fall downwards. Andrew tried twisting in the air to see where he was landing, wondering if he even wanted to see it in the first place when too his surprise he landed on something very soft, and very round. He began sliding on his back, feet first into a rather large crevice that was soft to the touch. Soon Andrew found himself wedged in the crack, unable to remove his legs even with all his strength.

Andrew looked up as he struggled in Lucy’s enormous cleavage, only to see her smirking down at him from above as she pulled her work shirt down to get a better view. Andrew, the half a millimeter boy, was now between Lucy’s already huge breasts. He’d noticed them before when they first met and thought she had a nice pair, but now they were an absolute heaven.

“Careful little guy, I’d hate to lose you in there~,” Lucy said lifting a finger above Andrew.

Lucy’s massive finger slammed into Andrew, forcing him down deeper and deeper into her breasts until he thought himself near the exact center. He was in a sweaty, slippery pocket of flesh, being squished on both sides by massive walls of flesh. He could hardly move but found it at least a little easier than between her fingers. The heat was like a sauna as Andrew began to sweat himself; a massive droplet of sweat landed on his face cooling him off as well. Faintly he thought he could hear Lucy’s heartbeat, a muffled rhythmic thump, thump, thump. Even though his face was close enough already, Andrew couldn’t help but push his face even deeper into Lucy’s breast and give it a deep kiss. As he kept kissing her could hear Lucy's heart beat faster. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. Was she actually enjoying this too?

Suddenly the walls began to close tighter around Andrew, the snug feeling now turned to uncomfortable, bordering on crushing as the air was forced out of him.

“L-Lucy!” Andrew shouted praying she could hear him, “what.. what are you doing!?”

Outside the cleavage, Lucy was smiling, almost giggling with her hands on both sides of her breasts, gently and slowly squeezing them together as she could just barely feel the tiny little body inside squirm.

“Isn't it obvious?” Lucy said, “I’m giving you your reward. You said you wanted to be like those other bugs in my stories, right? So you get the same ending~.”

“What???” Andrew shouted, his pleasure soon turning to fear, “I-I don’t wanna die like that! Please!!! L-Let me out! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Oh you already are doing what I want~” Lucy answered, applying more pressure to tiny speck between her breasts, “getting crushed.”

At this point Andrew was unable to respond, instead begging with grunts and quiet whimpers as he feared his legs or ribs would snap under pressure. Here he was between the breasts of a girl he'd been a fan of, and now she was killing him with them! Soon even his breathing was cut off when he didn't have enough room to breath in. All this time Lucy still was barely even trying, applying the slightest amount of pressure just to keep him from getting crushed too soon.

“P-please…. Lucy…” Andrew managed to whisper, though he couldn't even hear it himself before Lucy finally let loose. She gave one final squeeze and the puny, pathetic Andrew popped like a balloon.

Lucy opened her cleavage and saw only a tiny red stain that she could hardly even see.

“Oh well~, guess I'll have to find another slave tomorrow.”