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Another commission for anonymous! They wanted Futaba to find a tiny and to make them into her personal pet. This one was fun to write, so I hope you guys enjoy!

Being tiny is hard. That should go without saying. Being tiny in a crowded city is even harder. That was the unfortunate fate you found yourself in when one week ago, you had suddenly shrank in the crowded city of Akibahara. You hid in the nearest spot you could find- the electronics store. Not a good spot, obviously, but it was the best you could do on such short notice. Worse still, you hadn’t been able to get out of the store at all- it was simply too crowded and large for you to get out. 


But today was different. Today, you were gonna escape. You were finally going to get out of this damn store! You made your way to the start of your escape route- the narrow space between the two products you were hiding behind- and began making your way into the light of the busy store. But there was no light. No crowds you could see, either. There was just one person. One giant, orange-haired, glasses-wearing person. Staring directly at you- as if she was evaluating you, undressing you with her eyes. “Hmmm…” She mused to herself, as you stood there, frozen in terror. At last, she finally blinked, and said “Perfect~! You’re coming with me! Nyeheheh!” Before her hand rushed to grab the product near you. You breathed a sigh of relief as she eyed up the box in her hands. “Oh, and you’re coming with me too.” She said, sweeping her fingers behind you and pinching you up, dropping you into the cavernous depths of her boot.


It was far worse than you thought it would be. The insane heat felt like you were being cooked in an oven, the pressure on the lower half of your body felt like a house had just fallen on you. It certainly didn’t help that you were being folded closer to it from the wall of the boot she’d carelessly tossed you into. From far beyond the dank depths, you could hear her praise your “performance”: “Oh, man, this feels go~od~! They aren’t even completely under my foot, and they already make me feel like my stats are boosted!”. She thought out loud to herself. You couldn’t understand a word of what she meant. From what you gleaned, she was expressing how good you made her feel. You didn’t have time to think about it as she began to walk. You could feel yourself hurtling through the air before slamming back down with each and every step. It felt like a house falling on top of you every 10 seconds.


Thankfully, as she sat on what you could only guess was the train, you were relatively safe from further smashing and slamming and whiplash. Of course, you weren’t completely safe- there was still the issue of the enormous foot sitting right on top of your microscopic form. You struggled against it, placing your hands against the strangely stale fabric and trying to push yourself out from under it. Of course, it didn’t take long for the girl to quickly take notice, lifting her foot and tilting the boot at an angle, causing you to fall even farther beneath it. When she put her foot back down, the only thing free from the colossal appendage was your head. “There we go, much better. Now try to behave yourself- I’d hate to get rid of vital equipment.” She whispered to you, as a warning of what would happen should you continue to fight back against her. You groaned, accepting your current situation as she continued to scrunch her toes the whole ride back.


As she strolled back into her room, she kicked off her boots, launching you against the walls and into the toe section. As you groaned in pain, the girl reached into her boot and hoisted you out into the light of her room. It was small and cluttered, the walls lined with posters of tv shows and anime you’d never even heard of, the shelves packed with figures of characters like Featherman. “Hey, little guy! This is my room! I would say ‘get used to it’, but you’re kiiinda going to be living in my sock. Here, I’ll show you where you’re staying.” She said, opening her drawer and revealing an ocean of socks within. Socks of all kinds- gray, black, white, ripped- you were especially keen on the ripped ones. Because as long as the sock had a hole, there was always the possibility of escape.


“Alright, I’ll let you get settled in there. In the meantime, I’ve got a raid to get to!” She said, waltzing to her chair and turning it to face her. “Oh… you’re not looking so hot…” She said, leaning down and picking something up off the chair. She looked back at her sock drawer, contemplating. She strode over, plucking you out of the pile of footwear, examining you and nodding to herself with a simple “Mmhm!”.


She began to walk again, her room a blur as your view bounced and shook with her every movement. She brought her hands closer, and you decided to look over at her other hand to see what it was she was holding. It was… another tiny. Weathered and exhausted, they looked at you and smiled. “Free…dom…” they whispered, going limp with exhaustion. You looked forward to try and get a better view of where she was even heading. That’s when you saw it. There, in the corner of her room, was a small garbage bin, full of discarded chip bags and soda cans. She stepped on the pedal and opened the top, lowering the other tiny in. “W-Wait! I-I think I’m OK! Stop! No! I’m OK now look! Don’t put me in the-” His pleas fell on deaf ears as he was callously dropped in the garbage, the lid slamming shut on its own as she stared down at you, the only other tiny left- or, at least, the one she’d chosen.


“Well, little guy, looks like you’re pulling double duty for a while! Heheh…” She cackled to herself, walking to her chair and dropping you down onto it. You sat up in pain, looking around. You noticed that, across the vast black plains of leather, there was a rather ominous groove across the whole chair. One that was shaped almost exactly like her… butt… uh oh…


You gazed up as her enormous ass hovered over the chair, poised to descend at any moment. You had personally never understood why people would sometimes refer to butts as a “moon”- now you did. As you had your “moon” epiphany, her rear descended to the chair, smothering you beneath its unbearable weight. It was no wonder that poor tiny that got tossed in the garbage was so withered and lifeless. It was honestly a miracle you were even still alive right now, being flattened beneath her.


She shifted her seat in an attempt to get more comfortable, grinding you into what felt like a fine powder. You were still OK, surprisingly, but definitely a little bruised. Through immeasurable tons of thick, pasty flesh, you could hear her- “Wow, they’re good at this too? Hm… seems this piece of equipment takes up two slots!” She said. You had absolutely no idea what it meant. “Better strap in, little accessory- gonna be raiding for at least 2 hours!” She explained. You gulped at the horrific revelation, and steeled yourself for a painful and suffocating 2 hours…


Despite the fact that a gigantic neet girl was laying her whole weight on you, your time spent beneath her was surprisingly uneventful. A couple shifts here, some quick scratches there. It was… actually kind of boring, if you were being honest. Of course, you were still on the verge of popping underneath her intense weight, but other than that, it was extraordinarily dull. Until she stood up.


“Good job, little accessory! Now it’s time to put you back in your proper slot~” She said, peeling off the firm leather of her chair and pulling back her sock. “You’re gonna be in there all night~! Oh, yeah, don’t forget to lick and massage and all that. It’s important that accessories do as they’re supposed to. Otherwise…” She looked over at the garbage can. “They get tossed. Think you can handle it?” She said, staring daggers with a disconcertingly happy smile. You nodded, and she smiled even wider. “Great! Man, you really are the best accessory ever! Here we go, time to equip you…” She lowered you to the gray footwear, sliding you past her sole and withdrawing her hand. 


You began feverishly rubbing and licking the enormous sole, terrified of the possibility of getting thrown in the garbage. You could hear her sigh in pleasure as you went about your work. “Oh, that’s perfect~! I definitely made the right choice making you a foot pet! Hope you enjoy the rest of your life, heheh~” She teased. You shed a small tear, knowing how your life had just been hijacked by some nerdy girl you’d never met, and how you’d never be able to go back now…


THE END



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