Vera’s pointy black heels clicked against the floor as her long strides carried her through the hall. Her blonde hair was placed in a messy bun to avoid unnecessary maintenance in the morning. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the names on the doors, looking for her designated meeting room. Walking by the glass, she noticed the CEO of one of her recent ventures awaiting her arrival. Her hand snatched the metal door handle and gently opened the door. She discreetly ducked her head to avoid her bun from grazing the door frame. At 6’7’’ plus heels, most standard door frames posed a substantial risk for her head and unfortunately the only custom door frame she had made for the workplace was for her own office. 

Upon hearing the door open, the man inside quickly jumped up to greet her. Even at 5’10, he was a solid head shorter than her, but that never phased his confidence. “Well hello, Miss Vera Brooks. What a pleasure it is to see you this afternoon. How is my favorite investor doing?” 

“Hello, Ben. I’m doing okay, not great. I just looked at your numbers from the last quarter, and I’m a bit disappointed.” She replied honestly, rounding the corner of a nearby vacant desk. A stack of papers was already prepped in front of Ben to discuss the recent misses. 

“Yeah, things didn’t go quite as planned,” he admitted, skimming the numbers on the paper. “But I assure you they will get better.”

“I know they will. Looks like you are currently only at 80% of your promised revenue... my revenue.” She emphasized, while continuing to flick through the pages. “Can you turn back to our original contract… page 4, near the bottom?”

Ben obliged and flipped to the requested page. His eyes targeted the bottom where his contractual revenue targets were outlined. He knew the numbers already and was aware he hadn’t met them. “Things don’t always pan out, Miss Brooks. See, in the tech industry—“ 

“I know what the fuck this industry is like,” she said, quickly cutting off the excuse. “Do you see the asterisk at the end there?” 

“Yes,” he answered more nervously.

“Have you read what that refers to?” 

“No.” 

“I’ll save you the reading, but essentially you hit below 100% of your promised goal. My money is missing and I always get a full return on my investments… always.” Vera hissed, reaching for a nearby instrument she had walked in with. Ben watched anxiously as she pulled a white toy gun from the side of her. She pointed the plastic prop in his direction and ominously smiled. “So I’ll be taking twenty percent of you…”

“Twenty percent of me?” He repeated, nervously snickering, unsure if she was kidding. “Is this some sort of weird metaphor?” 

He was about to stand from his chair when she pulled the trigger. A flash of light shot out and struck Ben in the chest. A hot sensation ripped through his body, and the world went black momentarily. When he reopened his eyes, everything appeared the same. He cautiously checked his body, but found no signs of any harm inflicted. “What the fuck was that?” 

“That was your temporary payment. Until I see my money in full, you will continue to pay me via personal transformation.” She informed him, lifting a leg up to expose her black shiny heel.

Ben’s eyes watched carefully as her heel dangled in front of his face. He knew she was tall, but now she looked larger than before, and then he realized his legs were now dangling, and the room seemed much larger. The number 18 wagged in front of his face, finely etched into the bottom of her shoe. Vera leaned forward and gently popped the heel from her reddened foot. The smell of leather and sweat filled the air around Ben, violating his senses as her toes danced in front of his face. Vera enjoyed tormenting her poor performers and Ben would be no exception. 

With precise placement, Vera rested her biggest toes against his forehead, hoping he would sense the power she now held over him. Her feet were already large, but in his new minimized state, they looked even larger and completely dwarfed his tiny face. Her toes alone spanned the length of his forehead and down over his eyes. She playfully drummed her toes against his skin. 

“Do you know what 80% of your original height is?” She asked conspicuously.

Ben did some quick calculations in his head and came to the conclusion he was about 14 inches shorter than he was before, making him roughly 4’8’’. 

“That would be a bit under 5 feet tall.” He answered.

“Very good,” she disingenuously applauded. “Now go figure out how to bring in the rest of my money.”

At the conclusion of her words, her foot slapped his face, leaving a reddened outline of her upper foot and toes across his cheek. The impact was a bit of a shock to the shrunken man, and nearly forced him off the chair. He looked up fearfully, now fully understanding the gravity of his situation.

“Ye...ya…yes ma’am,” he managed to stutter before making his way to the door.

Meanwhile, Vera removed her other heel, now finding relief in being free from the leathery prisons wrapped around her feet. She followed Ben’s tracks, looming over him as he made his way out. The small man’s head barely came up to her lower breast, and would eventually be even less if he failed to hit his targets. 

“By now, Ben,” she waved before walking off in the direction of her own office.

Each step she took through the halls would catch the attention of any of those around, as her presence was quite daunting. Her stoic and serious face may be classified as resting bitch face by some, but she considered it her game face. She wasn’t here to be kind or friendly; she was here to make money. Her hand grabbed the stainless steel handle before throwing it open to the seemingly empty office. She took a step in, enjoying the fact she no longer needed to duck without fear of hitting her head. The towering woman made herself comfortable at her desk, shaking the mouse to begin checking emails.

“Thanks again for running the financial report on Ben’s company. He is now well aware of the consequences that come from failing to pay me,” she stated to her office companion.

Below her desk was Billy. A young man who was once an aspiring tech CEO filled with dreams of being rich and running a successful business. Unfortunately for him, that just didn’t pan out and his failed leadership instead sank the business along with all of Vera’s investment in the company. At that point, the choice was simple: pay her back on her entire investment or pay in personal transformation. The sum of money wasn’t trivial, and Vera knew before asking that Billy wouldn’t be able to pay. Ironically, the accounting business he ran didn’t account for the risk of failing. Now Billy was 12 inches tall and permanently worked as Vera’s personal assistant.

His desk was out of sight from his boss, tucked away neatly under her own desk. The only real acknowledgement he received from her were the comments or questions that rained down from above, with her never making eye contact with him. She would however, often use his desk as a footrest or outlet for her constant fidgeting. Billy couldn’t remember the last day he had without seeing her toes. Today, her toes were painted the usual black and twinkled in the light on her meticulously well taken care of nails. Sometimes he wondered if she did it for him, but that was an unlikely fantasy he used to comfort himself.

“You down there, Billy?” She asked, setting her toes onto his desk and shaking it.

He cleared his throat, “Yes, I am down here. Glad you found the report useful.”

Vera stretched her toes, knowing all too well, Billy would have to ignore the distraction as best he could. She could only imagine what it was like to work next to feet all day, let alone your boss. Any time she found herself at her desk, the urge to torment Billy would often distract her from tasks. She lifted her foot, planting a heel on his desk for him to view.

“Billy, do you see anything stuck to my foot? I feel like there’s some dirt or something on there after walking through the halls barefoot.” She inquired, when in reality, she felt nothing out of the ordinary.

The skin around her heel wrinkled as the weight of her foot rested on his desk. The enormous foot soared above his head, awaiting his inspection. Even at his original height, he had taken notice of their size, but since then, he had become well aware of just how large they were. In fact, he could say with certainty she was a size 18 in women, often getting custom shoes made to fit her huge feet. They were 13 inches long, and the only reason he knew that was because the first day she shrunk him, she playfully pinned him against the wall with her foot, mocking his size as her toes curled overtop his head.

Billy stood from his chair, eyeing the sole of her foot closely, scanning for any debris. He placed a hand on the ball of her foot, pretending to brush away a nonexistent scrap. If there was one thing he admired, it was how well she took care of her feet. The skin was always extremely soft and warm… almost welcoming his touch. The pads and soles of her feet were slightly darker than the milky white arches that housed undisturbed skin. Her toes were on the longer side, but neither bony or chubby. His moment of admiration led his hand across her sole before finally confirming nothing was there.

“Looks clean to me, ma’am.”

Vera scrunched her toes as a sign of thanks. An email notification sounded from the computer, grabbing her attention. A quick click on the icon and she found a pleasant surprise awaiting in her inbox. It was another CEO heading a company she had invested in recently - one with both financial and personal interest. All these years, she had led her company successfully on her extreme investment policies and contracts, centered around shrinking those that faltered. But what about moments of celebration? Vera had never found an equally exciting reward for herself compared to that of shrinking ambitious tech leaders. That’s where Riccardo came in.

Riccardo was a suave spanish scientist hellbent on the idea of size change. His initial invention, funded by her money, was actually the shrink ray she often used as punishment for others. The private funding allowed him to spend wildly on his research, pay himself handsomely, and in return, Vera had direct access to one of the most profound inventions of her generation: ShrinX. And it was only for her until the day she would sell it for some absurd sum of money. Her fingers traced the handle of the gun around her waist while she read the email. After some recent breakthroughs, Riccardo had finally done it. He had figured out how to grow things past their original size. For some reason, the gun up until now had only been able to shrink its victims and return them to their original size, but never passed that. Now it seemed the only problem was the amount of energy required to make growth happen.

A knock echoed from the other end of her office.

“Yes, come in,” she yelled, still engrossed in the details of the email.

As if on cue, the scientist which she adored, entered the room, holding a new and improved version of the ShrinX gun in hand. He quietly approached the desk, hoping to surprise her with his presence. Vera had always given him praise and abnormally warm welcomes due to his achievements in his research. It was highly unusual of her to do so for anyone and made him feel rather special because of it. His silent footsteps managed to make it all the way across the room before finally stopping just before her desk.

“Hi, Vera!”

“Oh my god, Riccardo! I was just reading your email! What a wonderful surprise!” She yelled, turning her chair to greet him.

“Yes, and that is what I am here for,” he explained, revealing the second version of the gun. “I call this one SizeX.”

Vera’s eyes examined the long sought after product. Her hands instinctively reached out for it with her gaze almost stuck in a trance. Riccardo’s hands retracted, pulling the gun further away from her reach. She looked up to see him smiling at her. He had a dazzling smile, was charming, and always dressed well. His salt and pepper colored hair gave him a wise mature look despite being in his early 30s. Although fit, he was rather small at 5’5’’, and didn’t even come up to her shoulder. Despite that, Vera had sort of developed a soft spot for him over the years and found herself flirting with him at times. 

“Are you pulling my multi million dollar toy away, Riccardo?” She asked jokingly, knowing damn well she owned it.

“Ah, yes. I am. But only to warn you that it is still a prototype. I think we have enough juice in this one for one… maybe two trials if you are lucky.” He explained, once again offering it in her direction. “So what exactly would you like to use it on?”

Vera shot up from her chair, “Isn’t that obvious Riccardo? There’s really only two options here. We can use it on you, and make you less… shrimpy,” she said, patting the scientist's head. “Or… we can use it on me, and make me more… me.”

Riccardo gave a puzzled look, letting out a small laugh at the thought of her being even taller. “Vera, you are already pretty tall. Not sure that is the best idea. And believe it or not, I am okay with my height.”

Vera snatched the gun from her smaller companion's hand. “Perfect, then that makes it easy. I sort of enjoy you being a little munchkin anyways.” Without a care, Vera turned it towards her chest and fired.

The futuristic zap sound echoed into the room before sending the intimidating woman straight to the floor as if a truck smashed her. Suddenly Vera’s chest was on fire and her body writhed in the momentary discomfort. The clothes covering her body slowly became tighter and tighter, before finally tearing in various locations as her limbs lengthed and her body added girth. The floor felt cool against her skin, providing her momentary relief from the intense shock of the gun. Eventually and woozily, she raised her hand, giving a thumbs up to the observing scientist.

Billy jumped from his chair at the sound of his boss’s body collapsing against the floor. He was so sucked into writing his report, he missed whatever conversation had transpired that led to Vera being seemingly punched into a dazed state. He immediately ran out from under the desk, attempting to catch a glimpse of the other person in the room. To his surprise, it was only Riccardo, who stood quietly, watching as Vera squirmed on the floor. Billy figured he could find himself in Vera’s good graces by checking on her, but when he turned to approach her, something became increasingly apparent. With each step, he neared her exposed soles. Her toes pointed to the sky and the foot that was once only slightly taller than he was seemed much larger now. After several steps, he stood between each of her feet amazed by their new size. Even though everything seemed large to him, her feet were noticeably larger than before and his eyes were about even with the balls of her feet rather than the undersides of her toes.

He voiced his concern, “Vera, are you okay?”

The dazed woman’s head almost immediately lifted from the ground, leaning forward to find her assistant standing between her motionless feet. Vera smiled at the sight of her small assistant now appearing even smaller than before. The gun must have worked! Her devious thoughts took over and she gently dropped her toes down, patting Billy’s head. 

“I’m okay, Billy,” she began, “but it looks like your friends got a little bigger.”

Vera spread her toes around Billy’s neck before resting her foot upright once more, leaving her heel planted against the floor and poor Billy dangling from her grasp. Fortunately for him, the torture didn’t last long as she wanted to see the true impact of Riccardo’s work. Careful not to squish her tiny employee, Vera discarded the man from between her toes and slowly lifted herself from the floor to straighten her legs. The shrunken clothes still tightly clung to her skin, but were now considerably shorter than her even lengthier limbs. Her eyes took in the details of her own body, observing the effects of the gun.

Her smile grew wide, “Riccardo, you are the best fucking investment I have ever had. I am beyond satisfied with your work. How do I look?”

Riccardo watched the imposing woman straighten her posture, making sure he could sense every inch of her newly gained height. The vaulted ceilings, once considered out of reach for her, now looked within striking distance of her arms. Her presence was awe striking.

“You look good, per usual,” he answered calmly.

Vera took several long strides in his direction until they were toe to toe. “Good, ‘cause I feel a fucking goddess.” 

Riccardo was used to feeling short, but even this felt uncanny. He wasn’t even sure his head reached the underside of her breasts. If it did, it was barely so, and more likely resting on top of his head which was probably the same size as one of those perky melons. A long finger pressed against his chin, raising his head until their eyes met again. Her intimidating stature was counteracted by her feminine nature, and Riccardo found the clashing traits rather arousing. Just as his lips attempted to form a work, the same finger traced upward and pressed against his lips, silencing him. 

Vera was equally enjoying the moment, taking full advantage of her newfound size. She leaned down, bringing their faces close enough that she could feel his subtle breaths escaping. With one giant hand, she gently yet firmly gripped onto his neck while her other hand snuck down against his crotch, forcing Riccardo’s eyes to widen. 

“Now tell me your darkest little secrets, Riccardo.” She seductively whispered to him.

As if stuck in a trance, the truth effortlessly slid from his mouth. “I… I’ve always wanted to play with your feet,” he whispered, while his eyes darted back and forth from her gaze down to her feet.  

His response was music to her ears. All these years, she tormented her underperformers primarily with her feet because she enjoyed it. Meanwhile, the very man who gave her the power to change their size actually had a foot kink of his own. Her fingers tightened around his neck while she leaned in even closer to his ear.

“Well guess what, foot boy? Your performance has exceeded expectations and you’ve earned yourself a little bonus… or not so little bonus.” Vera began to exert force downward on the hand around his throat. “Now lay down and get ready to worship the biggest feet you’ve ever seen.”

The stern grip around his neck guided him to his knees, which gave willingly in anticipation of the best reward he could have imagined. He leaned down, admiring her perfect pedicure on her long toes, before gently planting a kiss on the tops of each of her feet. Then, slowly rolled to his back, placing his pint-sized head strategically between long feet. Vera’s immense stature filled his view and her towering presence made him feel like nothing more than a bug. 

Vera moved her feet inward, semi-trapping Riccardo’s head between them. Her toes poked against each of his shoulders, giving her a stark comparison of just how large her feet were relative to his head. The fun was about to begin when several aggressive knocks echoed from her office door, interrupting the playful moment. Vera was almost agitated with the distraction despite it likely being some concern.

“Miss Brooks, your 2 o’ clock meeting is waiting. Would you like me to reschedule?” Her secretary called out.

“Yes, please reschedule. I have some business to take care of with Riccardo.”