Pete gasped as he was pulled back up, trying his best to fill his lungs with air as he dangled upside down. He could still feel her grip firmly around his ankle and could still smell the thick scent of dairy that now clung to him after being pulled from the cup of milk below. After sputtering more of the cold liquid he glanced over at her. Olivia Williams.

The woman had a bored expression as she dangled the tiny man with the tips of his fingers. Her long black hair fell messily over her shoulders and the small straps keeping the loose stained tank top on her torso. She was usually dressed like that these days though. Sweat pants or booty shorts and whatever loose top she could lazily toss on. Not much point in dressing fancy when you can't leave home. Pete had honestly thought the attire was kind of cute in a way when he had first met her on campus. With dorms still open despite the actual campuses themselves not being, the number of people Pete came into contact with was slim. He met her in the courtyard of the dorm building and had a nice conversation.

She explained that she was from out of town and was practically trapped here at this point. No way to get back to her family she was just doomed to stay in her room by herself. Pete was happy to explain he was in a somewhat similar position. While he was not from out of town, his family was not a huge fan of him and his life choices. He had chosen to be an artist and his family had practically cut him off when they had heard. And so he was here now, doing his best to tread water while also getting an education in this mess of a world. Olivia seemed to respect him somewhat for his choice to stick to his guns and flashed him a cute smile when she said she hoped to see more of him in their times trapped inside.

Pete was happy to meet such a cute girl,and with so few people on campus it was likely he would see more of her and likely wouldn't have much competition for her attention. That night, the two of them retired to their rooms. After an online class session they collapsed in their beds and watched as a star streaked across the sky. Perez felt himself wishing he could spend some more time with the girl he had met that day, while at that very same moment Oliva was wishing for something, anything, to relieve the overpowering boredom that came from being trapped in the concrete room. And so their wishes were granted, because that very night Pete vanished from his room and instead appeared as if by magic in the homely girls room. The key difference being, he had suddenly become much smaller, only two inches in height and trapped in the sock drawer of the girls apartment.

Olivia woke up that next morning with a desire. A strange desire to go and look through her clothing, specifically her sock drawer. At the same time Pete had awoken to a feeling of fear. And intense fear that came with waking up so tiny while surrounded by the fluffy and slightly sweaty smelling socks of a young college girl. That fear only grew as his world shook and the drawer was pulled open, revealing the sleep stained face of the cute young woman he had been chatting with only hours before. Relieved to see a familiar face he waved his hands calling up to her. A look of surprise covered Olivia's face as she saw Pete, her fingers wrapping around his waist as she slowly lifted him up to her face. Pete began a long series of thanks to the woman as she stared at him dumbfounded for a while. After maybe a minute of her awkwardly staring at him as his thanks slowly and nervously turned into him asking to be let down, Olivia finally spoke. Spoke the words that would seal Pete's fate.

"Woah, this is too awesome."

The smile on her face said that if Pete planned to leave and get help to grow back in size, that help would not be coming from Olivia. She had grown bored with TV, games, hell even just walking around an empty campus. This was something she could really entertain herself with. Pete began to panic but it was silenced as Olivia closed her fist and flew back to her bed, and her laptop. She pulled it open and let Pete fall from her hand onto the laptop itself as she lounged on her stomach. Pete stared at the titanic girl and her loose sloppy looking clothing in both embarrassment of the scarce amount of fabric covering her, and in fear at how quickly the girl had decided to ignore his pleas for help. He then turned to look at the massive computer screen and saw as she opened google and typed in "Tiny Man Found in Sock Drawer", hoping to find any explanation for what she had discovered. What she found instead was much much different.

Videos and stories of tiny men found and then toyed with by women much larger than them. Pete watched and read in horror of stories with tiny men being used as insoles for sneakers or used to clean in between women's toes like a q-tip. Meanwhile he watched as Olivia stared in wonder at the world that was opening up before her. Suddenly she had dozens of activities to choose from, new ways to entertain herself with her new tiny companion. And as the two spent hours perusing the variety of content, Pete occasionally trying to inch away only to find himself knocked back into place by Olivia's much more powerful fingers, Olivia came across a story. In it the tiny man was abused and forced to worship the woman like a goddess. She would often enact "Divine Punishment" for the most minor of things. After completing the story she wrapped a fist around Pete and brought him close to the screen.

"That. We are going to do that." She said with confidence and joy. Pete would have protested if he could get air into his lungs. But it wouldn't matter. Olivia had determined their routes in life. In the coming days Pete would become exactly what Olivia wanted, a tiny worshiper to her magnificence. Pete would spend hours painting her toe nails with a large brush after gnawing them to the appropriate size. He would be given toothpicks or popsicle sticks to build altars to her only for her to smash them and punish him if they were not good enough. He would find a place beneath her perspiring smelly sole in every form of footwear from the painfully hard flip flops to the sweat soaked and swamp like inside of ugg boots. He was truly put through the wringer and any form of indiscretion was punished...harshly.

Refuse to spend the day tucked beneath my toes in my sock? Fine then you can spend the day taped to my underarm. You dare to say I'm not actually just a goddess? Just a girl who found a shrunken man? Well would anything less than a goddess be able to make you fall to your knees with just the scent of some worn nylons. Were you unable to finish organizing my panty drawer? Well that's okay, I'll just see you into a pair and use that for a while. On and on the harsh punishments came all to try and make Pete see the tall sloppy woman as a goddess. Of course he never truly did but eventually he pretended that he did, desperate to no longer be punished. This was all two months ago, and his life had never quite gotten better. As of now he is being punished for not "making her feet smell like roses" using only his tongue and nose. As such he had been getting dunked in milk like a cookie for four minutes, now soaked to the bone and freezing in the dairy.

"You know, before you showed up I was worried I'd lose my mind and go totally crazy around here." She said as she slowly lowered him back into the depths. His eyes were wide and he began squirming in desperation to not be nearly drowned again. "But now I think we could stay locked up forever and never run out of things to do. Every time I run out of ideas a quick google search gives me tons of perverts fantasies which become fun activities for you and I." She continued stopping as he hung directly above the beverage, his hair creating small ripples with each movement. "And we are going to try each and every one of them, so enough teasing, let's try something new." She said in almost a sultry tone, before dropping him and using a finger to dunk him deep into the chilled cup.

Pete panicked as he was forced into the white depths of the cup. There were no directions and nothing to see but the ice cold void. He scrambled and paddled to try and break free, finally remembering something he saw on TV once. Using some breath to blow bubbles he watched them travel up before swimming after them. His lungs strained and his body screamed to go somewhere warm as he finally breached the surface. As he gasped and panted he barely noticed as a slight wobbling and current began to move his position. When he finally did realize he began screaming wide eyed as he watched the cup begin to tilt towards the looming catlike grin on Olivia's face. He tried his hardest to paddle away but they both knew it was a futile effort. Olivia had no plans of killing Pete, and he knew it. But that just meant whatever this activity was it would not be enjoyable. Tilting the glass more, Olivia brought her face close to the glass, watching her shrunken worshiper squirm.

"Bottoms up." She said, and placed her lips on the rim, and let the milk, and her worshiper, flow into her gaping maw.

"Mom, it's okay. The dude was a dick anyways, like who drives a hummer with THAT many bumper stickers and has any value as a person." Jason said, attempting to console his mother with a bit of humor. Her new boyfriend had broken up with her after about six months of dating and, as always, she was heartbroken. It sounded bitter when he thought about it that way, like he was calling his mother a hussy or something. She was very much not and did have high standards for herself. It just seemed like every time the relationship seemed to be going somewhere, they would break up with her out of the blue. It wasn't fair to him, she was a plenty good woman. She had raised him with all the right morals despite not even being his own flesh and blood.

Yes he was his mother's only child, adopted from the streets after having met him when he tried to steal from her. At the time he was a much younger boy and saw a beautiful mature woman walking the streets. A designer purse hung on her shoulders near her short pixie cut brown hair and bouncing on her ample hips. When he was caught stealing from her he expected the worst, but instead wound up the son of the gorgeous woman, Rose. After that she worked hard to raise him right and set him on the correct path. It wasn't always easy, he knew he could be a little shit but his mother was always fair with him, albeit a bit odd at times.

She did have one strange way of enforcing punishment, one of Jason's least favorite. Sometimes if he had acted up she would spend a day out and about, maybe at the gym or hiking, in one or two pairs of nylons. When she would return he feet would be ripe and pungent with a revolting bitter yet cheesy scent. Jason would then be made to massage her feet for the rest of the night. No breaks, constant contact with both hands on her feet at all times. By the end of the night he would feel practically high off of the potent foot fumes. It had given him somewhat of a fear of her feet and the threat of a massage day would put him on his best behaviour. Still Rose very rarely did such a thing unless he had it coming and ultimately was a good mother. This was why it pained him to see her so hurt. Despite his best attempts to make her feel better, eventually Rose pushed herself from the couch and wished him a sorrowful goodnight. Jason sat there for a moment, upset he couldn't have been of more help, before deciding to retire to his room as well.

As he lounged in his bed Jason thought about the various men his mother had tried and failed to date. They all seemed like decent enough guys and yet it never worked out, it was unfair. She was a wonderful person who deserved better. Jason wished she could one day find the man she had always wanted. She deserved at least that. Of course what Jason didn't know was that at that very moment in time, a star streaked across the night sky, and his wish would be coming true. As he drifted off into sleep the world around him warped and changed and when he awoke he was no longer in the room he once knew. Sure it was still his room but now his bed was nothing more than a shoebox and a damp reeking pair of sweat soaked ankle socks.

As Jason scrambled to his feet and covered his nose, granting little reprieve considering it had coated his hands and well, he looked around his room. Posters he once had were now stripped away and replaced with diagrams of pressure points in the foot or proper massaging techniques. The floor had turned into a glorified shoe closet with pairs of everything from flats to heels littering the floor causing the pungent scent of leather and foot sweat to coat the room in a thick miasma. His pajamas were no more, he was now naked with what looked like a metal ring firmly around his neck. Jason had no clue what was going on and the sounds of a series of locks being undone on his door filled him with terror. As it swung open he felt his jaw drop. There, in the doorway, was his mother dressed as if she had just come from work, but the look on her face, it was one he had never seen before. Like a mixture of mischief and sadism. She slipped into the room and closed the door behind her as she approached Jason and knelt down by his box.

"Mom, what is going on? You gotta help me out of here!" Jason exclaimed, still on edge by her expression but desperate to get away from her sweaty sock. The last response he expected was for his mother to cup one hand behind his body and use the other to grab the sock before slamming the two of them together. She giggled as she rubbed Jason and the sock against each other like a child slamming two dolls together to simulate, well… he didn't want to think of his situation like that. Instead he was focused on the salty cheesy sweat oozing into his body, sweat he knew too well now as belonging to his mother after his many massage punishments. The friction and slick sweat rubbed his body like a carpet burn as he wailed in disgust at the lint and salty fluid that filled his mouth and nose.

"Help you out of here? How long will you keep these delusions my cute little stress toy. This is your home, here with me. My little slave son to writhe at my feet forever. Just what I've always wanted." She cooed as she increased the pressure her hands provided, snickering as she felt drops of sweat run down her palms as she practically wrung them out. "To think my little plan to adopt a boy with no family just to make him a slave at my feet really worked. I was worried I'd get attached to you and maybe raise you as a real son. But no this was perfect. All the men who turned me away after I revealed my desire to subjugate them beneath my soles mean nothing now that I have you. The man I've always wanted." She finished with one last tight squeeze of her hands. Jason's bones creaked as the felt like a whole planet was pressuring him into those socks. Finally the grip released and Jason dropped, gasping in agony of both the pain and the disgusting scent and taste that filled his body.

He had no time to despair though, as he watched his mother lift his box up and place it on the floor. He watched as she dragged over a fancy chair, almost looking like a throne and placed it above the box. She smiled down, like a predator eyeing its prey, and then reached for her flats. Old, faded, and frayed it showed she had worn these to work way more times than Jason had ever seen her wear a pair before. As she popped them off her feet Jason's eyes went wide. He shook his head and felt tears well up in fear. Three pairs of nylon stockings sat on her feet, the hot foot stench wafting off of them like a cloud of poison. He knew what this was, but while before it was a playful punishment, although he now thought it may have been something more, it was now a mistress punishing a slave. The stench was nothing like it was before, it was so much worse like she had trampled over an entire cheese plate before baking her soles over an open flame.

"It's time for my massage Jason." She said with a catlike grin. Jason screamed as his mother's massive mature soles lowered into the box, easily filling it. The soles were like the ceiling caving in on him and he tried to push back only to find himself totally powerless against them. With tears in his eyes from the sheer scent of the walls of flesh he began trying to massage them while she idly used her toes or heel to play with his body like a cat with a mouse. Rose grinned to herself as she pressed all her weight into the box, feeling the tiny screaming beneath her. "Don't worry sweetie, they smell bad now but we'll make sure they are clean for tomorrow." She purred and fully stood from the chair to place her entire bodysuit weight into suffocating her slave son beneath the sweat drenched nylon soles. "Well, you'll make sure their clean."

Emilia stumbled out of the gym, the music pounding behind her as tears streaked down her face, ruining her makeup in the process. As she fled into the school courtyard she collapsed onto the nearest bench and placed her face in her hands as she cried. Her night was ruined. While dancing with her date she had lost her footing in her red heels and went tumbling into the table set aside for the snacks. In an instant she had soaked her beautiful, not to mention expensive, white dress with punch and chocolate from the fountain. The cruel laughter of her peers at the sudden humiliation would be enough to ruin anyone prom by itself, but seeing her date laugh right in her face was enough to send her fleeing from the event with tears streaking down her face. Her stomach felt like it had tied in a hundred knots from the embarrassment and she wanted nothing more than to curl up and die. Slowly that humiliation turned to frustration and her tears turned hot with rage. Why was she always the unlucky one, sure she was popular, rich, attractive, and yet the universe ALWAYS felt HER a bad hand.


"God! I wish I didn't have to live on this god forsaken planet anymore!" She shouted in a frustrated rage. An exaggerated wish to be sure. But a spoiled teenager on the day of her prom could always find herself being a bit over dramatic. Unfortunately for Emilia, this was the one time in her life where that melodrama would find itself being more than just useless words in the wind. This was the one time they would have real impact. Because at that very moment, a comet streaked across the sky. Emilia barely noticed as the cool air turned slightly more warm and muggy, nor did she notice as the sounds of music faded away and was replaced by the distant sounds of warm wind and idle chatter.


What she did notice was the booming sound of a voice saying, "Mom, what's that!" Nearly shaking the girl to her core. Confused at the sudden burst of sound Emilia pulled her hands from her face and stared in abject horror. Her surroundings were no longer what she had remembered. All around her large orange blades of grass sprouted from the ground shooting up to the sky. The main issue, asside from the orange color, was how tall it was. It came up to the girls waist while the texture and smell still remained what she was accustomed to grass smelling like. Similarly large trees like pal trees stretched up into what seemed like infinity. Red trunks leading up to blue leaves told Emilia, once again, that this was most certainly not her school anymore. But easily the most out of place thing was the people, specifically two massive blue skinned and purple haired humanoid people that towered over her like giants.


One was clearly younger than the other both in facial features and in height, but still looked like mountains to the now tiny girl. Emilia screamed in abject horror at her new surroundings as she scrambled backwards away from the two. The younger one cocked her head to the side and simply reached down for her. Emilia stood no chance of escape and the massive warm hand of the giant blue girl surrounded her and held her firmly, bringing her up to her face and giving Emilia a good case of vertigo. As the hand opened Emilia was looking into the somewhat curious face of the young woman and cowering. The blue woman raised an eyebrow and looked over to the woman that must have been her mother.


"Do you have any idea?" The girl asked her mother who simply glanced in the tiny girls direction. She continued walking causing the daughter to follow behind her.


"No idea dear, maybe it's just a strange looking bug." She replied as the two covered what seemed like miles to Emilia in only a few steps.


"It's suuuuper cute though. Do you think anyone would care if I just...kept it? Like as a pet?" The girl asked bringing a screaming Emilia closer to her face. Using her free hand she poked her in the stomach causing the teen to cough and sputter.


"I don't see why not, no one will miss a little insect from a park this big. Just be careful with it." The mother responded sternly. Her daughter rolled her eyes and looked hungrily at the tiny girl.


"Don't worry mom, those bugs weren't as unique as this one. I'll take super good care of it." She said with a cheeky smirk. Emilia was on the verge of tears and simply shook her head like she was trying to wake from a dream. She let out a surprised Yelp as she suddenly swung around. She closed her eyes tightly from the sheer amount of wind blowing into them. When she finally came to a stop she looked down and began screaming and thrashing again. Below her was an endless void of darkness and blue shiny flesh from the young woman's perky toned behind. Her skirt and red panties had been pulled away by her free hand as Emilia dangled over the abyss of her ass. Emilia pleaded and begged but her words couldn't reach the titanic alien girl who giggled a bit. "I have no pockets on this outfit so you can go where a lot of the other buggies have gone. Don't worry though, I'll make sure to ACTUALLY let you out. You're special." She said, and then let Emilia go.


She screamed all the way down, each inch increasing the smelly heat that wafted up from the slick sweaty skin before she finally crested the hem of the clothing. Into the sweaty depths she fell until she came to a stop snuggly between the sweat soaked cheeks. She pounded and kicked and screamed, desperate to escape the squishy prison, yet all she did was make the butt flesh ripple and wobble with each pathetic blow. So concentrated in her struggles, the poor girl didn't see as the clothing was let go, snapping shut and sealing Emilia firmly in the tight compact confines of the alien girl's thick cheeks. Said alien girl gave a quick squeeze of her ass to feel the tiny girl pathetically squirm against it. She bit her lower lip a bit before unflexxing the perky orbs and lightly jogging back to her mother, battering the girl with sweaty butt flesh.


"You're going to make such a fun pet." She said causing Emilia to wail in despair into the humid confines of her new owners smelly prison. At least she wasn't humiliated by her peers anymore.