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Trust me, this isn't a hiatus for me. Like I said, do NOT expect chapters very often. BUT here it is. 

“Had fun? Because now it’s time for round two. And I think snacks should be smaller than two feet tall.”

I start to feel dizzy, the room begins to turn but, at the same time, it stays in place. Sarah smiles at me sweetly… bitch.

I wake up in the same room, the same place I think, but everything’s bigger. That’s silly of course- I’m smart enough to know that I’m smaller. A good bit smaller, I must now stand at about 8 or 9 inches tall. I dart back up to my feet, but everything becomes blurry and I fall down again… damn it! Too dizzy, too worn out, I don’t know. I turn around and I see them both. Sarah is sitting on a chair with her legs crossed, staring at me intently. Autumn is sitting on the arm of the chair, inspecting her nails.

“So you’ve finally woken up.” She starts. I try to ask her how this is happening, but I can’t bring myself to speak. In fact, I’m surprised I didn’t notice it before, but I can’t open my mouth. However, my nose isn’t broken anymore, and my face doesn’t hurt at all. Sarah stand up and takes a step towards me. “Don’t bother trying to say anything.” She takes another step. “Don’t bother running. Don’t bother hoping. Don’t bother with anything, really.” She takes another step. Not she’s right in front me, her hands on her hips, looking down at me. She’s so tall… I don’t know what to make of it. “You don’t seem to understand. They never understand, even in the stories I read online. They always think they’re human, and not some toy. And for some reason, the girl always tells them that they’re a toy, and tries to explain it all to them. But to be honest, I don’t care what you believe.” She scoops me up and holds me firmly in her hand, my arms pinned at my sides. “Because you’re mine.” And she’s right. I’m hers. There’s nothing I could ever hope to do about it. She’s so much bigger than me, she can literally do anything she wants with me, I understand that much. But I just want to know how. How is it possible that she shrunk me? She’s a smart girl, but she’s not smart enough to make any sort of potion, or chemical, or spell. She doesn’t know anyone smart enough to do that either. In fact, I don’t know anyone smart enough to do that!

She squeezes me, causing me to grunt in pain. I would have yelled, or cursed at her, but my lips remain unresponsive. She just grins, genuinely enjoying my pain. Her slender face isn’t just forceful and scary, but it’s also annoying. The arrogance of this girl… this creature… is overwhelming. It radiates from her, and makes me feel like less of a person. I hate her. I hate her SO much.

She squeezes me again, and I grunt again, just like last time. She laughs a little, and her eyes become hungry. Her face becomes oppressive, the expression… demonic.

“How are you so weak?” She asks, and she squeezes again. “You’re small, but even there are creatures smaller than you that are stronger than you.” She squeezes again, this time I feel a crack in my ribs, and a pop in my shoulder. “Humans are pretty weak pound for pound, I suppose. A praying mantis could probably eat you up.” She starts swishing her mouth around… here it comes again. She places her lips directly above me, and a huge glob of saliva begins to gather. It falls towards me, stopping nearly in touching distance of my face, and then comes up again. Really? She can’t think of something new? It falls again, but this time smashes against me, oozing all over my head, over my shoulders, onto her hands. How does she gather up so much spit? There’s so much of the disgusting, snot filled spit on my face that I can’t breathe, just like last time. I try to open my mouth to blow it away, but again, my mouth doesn’t open. I don’t dare to risk blowing out of my nose- I need to conserve the breath that I have. I look up at her, and hear her giggle a little at my torment. What a sadistic monster.

I shake my head violently to try to get it off, but it’s so sticky that it doesn’t go anywhere, so I take a risk. Almost out of breath, I droop my head down and wipe it across her hand to get all that snotty saliva off of my face. I take a huge breath in, and start gasping for precious oxygen. I look up, and not surprisingly, she’s not smiling anymore.

“You ASSHOLE!” She screams at me. Enraged, she presses her middle finger into her thumb, and starts building up pressure. She puts it right in front of my face, and I look up to her pleadingly, shaking my head and screaming muffled pleas of mercy. Her scowl doesn’t disappear, and I look back at the finger. As soon as I see it, it’s springing towards my face at light speed, smacking it with the force of a truck. When it comes into contact, I instantly hear my nose break… again. My head snaps back, and I hear a crack. The pain I’m going through is so intense that I begin to lose consciousness, but just like last time, I can’t seem to cross that bridge. I have to bear with the pain, but I can’t! I just can’t! I’m going to go INSANE if I have to put up with this shit anymore! I try to lift my head back, to at least scream in pain in a more comfortable position, but I can’t. In fact, I find myself unable to move my body at all! Great, am I paralyzed now?

She lets go of my body, and I land on a couch cushion in a very awkward position. She crouches down and fiddles with my limbs, so that my arms are extended outward and my legs go straight down, as if I’m being crucified.  She does it slowly, giving me a sense of dread. Her smile says it all- that I can’t even move now without her. I’m even more worthless than before…

“Well John, I guess you’re completely useless now, huh?” She says, perky as ever.” She positions my head to look up straight. “Should I just end it all now?” She stand up, and turns around, showing me her plump rear end, easily seen through her extremely tight, extremely short shorts. She starts to lower her ass towards me. NO! No, this can’t be happening. I’m NOT going to die under this annoying little girl’s ASS. I try to move, I try with all my will and my strength, but can’t. Her butt comes closer, and closer, it has almost reached me now! I give it more, I give it more than I have. 110%. 120%. 1000%! Nothing’s working. I just can’t move! My goddamn muscles wont respond! Her ass touches me, just barely, but as soon as the space between her two cheeks reaches my face, it stops. What? How much control and precision can a human being possibly have? I hear a rumbling… oh crap. I REALLY hope this doesn’t happen. She jerks down a little bit, pummeling my nose into oblivion, but doesn’t quite manage to… fart. Thank GOD. She lifts herself up.

“Looks like you got lucky.” She said, as she spit on me once again. She didn’t gather up nearly as much this time, and didn’t make as big a deal of it, but I was still completely covered in her saliva. Luckily, I could still breath. There would be nothing I could do if she were to spit on me like that again. “Autumn!” She yelled, and Autumn came eagerly rushing over. “Your turn. Play nice, I think I broke him.” She left with a bounce in her step.

Okay back up. This little girl just shrunk me somehow, to the point where I can never exist in society again. She grabbed me up and spat on me, nearly suffocating me. When I try to save myself, She flicks me so hard in the face, that my neck snaps and now I’m paralyzed, STILL burning with pain, by the way. Then she plants her ass on my face and tries to fart. Now she walks away with a bounce in her step, as happy as can be? Why do my captors have to be so fucking demented?!

Autumn bends over and examines me, obviously a bit disappointed. “Man, I was hoping you would be able to struggle. It’d be way cooler that way.” She says with a frown. Yeah, I wish all my victims could struggle in their massive pain too. Cunt. “Oh well. What should we do?” She asks me, as if I can answer. When I don’t respond, she moves her hand towards me and scoops me up, placing me on the floor. Now I’m laying down, facing straight up. From this angle and this point, she’s even bigger than before. She’s as tall as the sky. I can’t see her face, hidden behind her enormous breasts. Yeah, I’m calling them breasts, and she’s 12. I feel so insignificant… I AM so insignificant. It’s not fair! Why me?!

She raises one bare foot, and looms it high above me. She stumbles though, and has to catch herself with that foot, which lands right next to me, thank god. I could be paste on the floor right now. She lifts her foot and looms it above me again.

Let’s back up again. She’s one of the clumsiest girls I know, and she stumbled 4 SECONDS ago. Now she’s going to put her foot above me, again?
…I’m going to die. I’m dead. I’m done. I’m finished. I’m going to die. Fuck.

She lowers it slowly, letting me take in what it means. Her foot above me. I’m as good as the carpet now. Her foot shoots downward, but stops a few feet above my face. She must have stumbled again, and caught herself. Again, I’m going to die. I can smell the cheesy, musty stench from here. She must not have taken a bath for days, or have just gotten back from a very long run. It’s one of the worst smells I’ve ever smelled in my life.

She lets the ball of her foot just barely touch my face, and then she stops lowering it. She lets it just sit there, suffocating me. I would have moved away, turned my head, or struggled; but for one, it would be no good. For two? I can’t move any of my muscles anyways.

She lifts her foot an inch, letting me take a deep breath in. A deep breath of that foul odor nearly kills me, but I somehow manage to stay awake. That’s not the right word. Or the right sentence. I should have said, I somehow don’t manage to faint. I wish I had, but again I find myself unable to do so.

She lowers it again, planting the ball of her smelly foot on my face, and begins moving it back and forth. I somehow don’t move with it, and it brushes against my face, creating a piercing pain in my broken nose, and a disgusting sensation through the rest of my body. She plants the rest of her foot over my body, and starts rubbing it all over me.

I could feel her getting impatient, as she moves her foot away, bends over, and quickly swipes me up. She sits on the couch, and puts her right foot on her left leg, so it’s facing outward. Oh boy… this isn’t going to be good.

With her left hand, she presses me against her foot, and I hear her moan. She starts roughly rubbing me all over her foot, especially my face, which she makes an effort to reach every crevice on the stinking thing. She pops my head in between her toes, and rubs it in the extra smelly area. She rubs my face all over her plump toes, sometimes putting me in the creases of her toes and squeezing down with them, trapping me. As she’s giggling and moaning on the outside, I’m crying and groaning on the inside. The pain is one thing, but the smell of her foot is completely unbearable. It’s sour and rotten and moldy… I’m not even sure feet are able to become this terrible, but hers has. She uses me to massage every inch of her foot, in every way she can possibly think of.

When she finally finished, she lowered her foot back to the ground, and lifted me up to her face, grimacing at the smell. “FUCK! You smell terrible! You sick freak!” The insult hurt for some reason. I felt bad, I felt embarrassed… I’m not even sure I’m human anymore. “That was fun though. It would have been more fun if you had struggled, but I like you as a ragdoll.” A ragdoll? Is that what I’ve been reduced to? “But my left foot is getting lonely. Ready for round 2?” She asked sweetly, as she put her left foot on her right leg, and lowered me to it.

As I zoomed towards the putrid smelling foot, awaiting the torment to come, it occurred to me. Wasn’t THIS supposed to be round 2?


Chapter End Notes:

Not sure why, but this chapter seemed a bit emotionless to me. Not one of my better chapters. Let me know what you think!

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