Sarah continued to deliver breakfast to her customers, and the time dragged on. She had lost her train of thought when a customer asked her for an extra knife, forcing her to ruffle around her cart for one.

She looked around the plane; there wasn't a single man on board. Men were explicitly forbidden from traveling to TRC's (Tiny Right's Countries) but women were still allowed. President Trent emphasized women's superiority over men, so claiming asylum in these countries was considered an act of treason. These men were supposed to suffer the worst of fates, rumored to be personally overseen by the President.

Still, the President recognized that women were still entitled to freedom of speech and freedom of movement, because these values were essential to maintaining a healthy population.

There were women from all sorts of life, business woman, military women, mothers traveling with their daughters, girls going off on an adventure. Sarah, personally, hadn't really felt too much one way or another about the change initially, but she bought into the President and medias rhetoric, agreeing that men were responsible for the ills of the world. After men were initially miniaturized it hadn't affected her life personally, and she soon got used to female superiority – her day to day life hardly changing.

It wasn't until her own mother had explained that she had been using men as inserts that she had her first exposure to a new kind of lifestyle. One that was extremely popular amongst women, and easily one of the most common uses of shrunken men. Living insoles.

-insert mystifying flashback effect-

It was well into President Trent's term. Sarah had been a successful flight attendant for a few years now, still her one and only job after college, and after the sweeping minimization reforms had swept through society, Sarah's life had hardly changed, excluding the tax hikes. Unlike many families, the minimization process hadn't affected hers. She only had one sister and her father had died when she was still a kid. In the beginning there was a significant shortage of workers for multiple fields – many technological advancements had been ground to a halt, and basic services like garbage disposal and construction work was so thrown out of whack that for the initial months after the three strike policy was initiated many women had serious issues in regards to sanitation and maintenance. Sections of many cities had to be effectively abandoned or quarantined, with the President ordering whatever national troops she could muster to help handle the situation. Sarah, however, lived in a small town outside of a city, and besides garbage collection going to every other week and a few power outages, life managed to drag on as normal.

National incentives were put in place to help fill the positions that men were now too small to fill, and in the coming time women took the positions required (at much higher pay levels) to create a semblance of normalcy. Things weren't perfect, by any means, but society functioned.

To Sarah though, it meant she paid more in taxes. But she thought it was a worthwhile trade off. She watched the mainstream media regularly, and was well informed on the fact that men were responsible for all the worlds evil and that woman had to fear men. Now without men being a physical threat, she no longer had to fear for her life walking the streets. She had heard what the president said. Men were wild, dangerous creatures, and they only harbored ill intent. She felt much safer with them being small.

Currently, she was staying with her mother over the winter holidays at her home in Miami. Up until this point, she had never met a tiny man – let alone owned one. Her mother looked similar to herself. She was in her early 50's with crow's webs around the eyes and a light spattering of wrinkles on her cheeks, but was in good shape for a women her age, around 5'8”. She used a stepmaster nearly everyday, and had large quads, glutes, and hamstrings, which emphasized her plump butt. Her eyes were nearly the same color as her daughters, and she had two cute dimples on her cheeks. Her hair was a lighter color blond than her daughters, her age making it turn lighter and more white. Her fingernails were painted red.

In typical December Miami fashion, it was about 75 degrees on Christmas morning. Sarah had woken up early to prepare breakfast, and at some point during her preparation, heard her mother begin using her stepmaster in another room. She walked over to the room which had the windows open and the fan on, her mother was already noticeably dripping sweat. She wore a tight spandex workout outfit, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Oddly, her mother was wearing short uggs, ones that came well over the ankle, which had a leopard pattern around the color. She had bought them for her a few years ago, and were clearly well worn, almost all of the tread had been worn off. She used them constantly and for almost anything, as her lazy everyday shoes, slippers, and apparently, for the stepmaster. She'd have to buy her another pair for next year – their visual appearance betraying their obvious wear.

“Hey Mom” Sarah said sprightly. “I assume you want breakfast? And shall we do Christmas gifts when you're done?”

Her mother turned to look at her as a drop of sweat fell from her nose and landed on the top of her chest. “Yes and yes” she huffed between pressing her legs down into the stepmaster. Sarah could see her mothers thick quads and hamstrings stretching her black spandex pants and her thighs, her glutes flexing on her butt respectively as each leg pressed down below her. Both were visually stained with sweat. Even her calves which looked strong and healthy, had a noticeable stain around the spandex as it transitioned into her exposed skin on her ankle.

“Ok” Sarah said. “I'll be by the Christmas tree.”

After finishing making and consuming her breakfast, Sarah went to the living room by the Christmas tree, sat on the couch, and enjoyed her coffee. When her mother finally came into the room, she was wearing a white robe, and had her feet tucked into the same pair of short uggs. It looked like she had changed out of her outfit, but hadn't yet showered. Sarah could see drops sweat rolling down the skin of her exposed ankle before disappearing into her uggs. Visual perspiration around her head and neck were being dabbed off by a towel she was using. She reached for her hairband and released the ponytail from on top her head, running her hand through it while brushing it back and forth, before grabbing it by the end and letting it droop over her left shoulder, still brushing it with her hand.

Her mother poured herself a cup of coffee and left the room, before coming back into the room with a small box covered in green wrapping paper. Although no longer a little girl, Sarah loved Christmas, and still enjoyed the excitement of receiving gifts. Sarah had gotten her mother a present this year of a fleece cardigan, and day pass for the two of them at a spa. She eyed the green present, and wondered what could be inside.

“Hey Mom!” Sarah said brightly. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas Sarah” her mother said, her voice slightly deeper than her daughters. She sat down next to her on the black couch, and placed the gift on the glass coffee table in front of them.

“This is for you” Her mother said, gesturing towards the shiny green box on the table.

Sarah eyed it excitedly. “Thanks!” She picked it up. It didn't feel heavy at all, and couldn't have been more than a pound. Her mother watched her as Sarah studied the gift. Sarah, for her part, always liked to try and guess what her gifts were before she opened them.

“So what do you think it is?” Her mother said, smiling.

Sarah tried to guess based on the size and weight. “I don't know. I guess like, jewelry? I thought it might be a phone at first but it literally seems too light to be one.”

With the box in one hand she shook it about, and could feel the small contents bouncing around inside. She shook it back in forth only a few times, feeling the things hit the top before being thrown back into the bottom before being tossed into the roof again, before her mother burst out in laughter.

“What?” Sarah said inquisitively. “What's so funny?”

Her mother tried to contain her laughter, her smile making her face appear a bit younger. “No, it's nothing.” She stifled a giggle. “Just be careful – I'd hate to find out they are damaged before you even got a chance to try them on”

Try them on? Sarah thought. It must be some kind of jewelry. Maybe headphones?

Sarah began to unwrap the green wrapping paper, and was presented with a brown cardboard box. The folds of the lid were tucked into each other. She stuck her fingernail between the folds and lifted up the lids, and what she saw inside made her gasp.

Two tiny men. Probably only an inch tall, completely naked, shielding their eyes from below her. The small box she held looked like it could hold 20 of them if you stuffed them in like sardines, and the walls went up at to at least triple their height.

She felt a strange mix of curiosity and apprehension. Up until this point, she'd hadn't seen a tiny person this small, and she hadn't seen a man in general in months. At the beginning of the shrinking process there were quite a few two feet tall men, but in a few weeks most of them were gone.

Now, she had two tiny men in a box for her. The 3 strike policy set the minimization process down to a default of 3 inches, but since the laws no longer gave any rights to the men in the first place, it wasn't hard to modify them further if it was wanted. Once inch was a popular alternative to the default of three.

She stared down at them and wondered what her mother could have gotten them for.

“You got me... tiny men?” Sarah said, her voice betraying her disappointment. She wasn't sure why her mother could think she wanted these things. Maybe if she was a pet person, sure, but Sarah personally didn't ever want pets, and couldn't have one as she was a flight attendant. She looked down at the things incredulously, their tiny frames shaking below her in the box. One was clearly bleeding from the mouth and nose, probably from the beating she unknowingly delivered to them when she shook the box in curiosity.

“Sorry about that” she said, looking at the tiny man. He nervously stared up at her, his shaking remaining constant.

Her mother laughed, and watched the tiny boy wince in fear, before looking up at her.

“What's so funny?” Sarah asked, tilting her head in interest, her long blond hair falling over her bare shoulders.

“Oh nothing. It's just amusing seeing you apologize to a tiny” She continued to smile, picking up her coffee with two hands she drank slowly from it. Her one leg was crossed over the other, the white rob now exposing the top of her thick thigh, light purple varicose veins visible under her yellow skin.

“Well like...” Sarah never got to finish before her mother put her finger over her lips. Her nail was painted red.

“Tinies aren't people Sarah. You don't need to apologize to them. You don't need to do anything for them. They are your property. Just objects. Look”

She reached down and plucked the bleeding man between her fingers, the movement so natural and quick it was like she was swatting a fly. The tiny man shrieked in terror as he almost instantly ascended in front of her mothers mouth, and his squeaks sounded like a mouse. Her mother brought it up to her face and laughed, her fingers locking the tiny man's arms at his sides as her mother brought the tiny closer and closer to her face.

Sarah could see the boy trying to wriggle away fruitlessly, and she could see him clearly yelling terror, but her mothers laughter easily overpowered the noise from the boy, who continued to writhe desperately as her mothers lips were suddenly only inches away from him.

“See? What kind of man could be so easily overpowered by an old woman like me” Her mother said, looking at Sarah as she exhaled from her nostrils, noticeably causing the tiny man to flinch in between her fingers.

“Don't say that! You're like only as old as you feel!” It always irritated Sarah when she said things like that, and she didn't like the idea of it herself. It reminded her that she was no longer a little girl.

“Only as old as the tiny you feel?” She said, suddenly giggling, looking at the tiny man locked between her fingers. She reminded Sarah of a little girl, and when she laughed she did seem a lot younger.

She shifted her focus down on the tiny boy who trembled between her fingers. “How old are you, bug?” Her mother said.

The naked boy was trembling, arms locked at his side between her fingers. From his perspective, he was only 5 - 10 yards from the tip of her mothers nose. The giantesses fingers were slightly damp and cold, and contrasted with her hot breath which smelled strongly of the coffee. He found himself shivering from the cold when woman's hot breath wasn't blasting into his face, making his eyes water. He was too scared to answer.

“Is a bug defying his goddess?” Her mother said, with a broad grin across her face. The little man's trembling became more pronounced and her mother squeezed the boy between her fingers, causing a tiny shriek to come out.

“See Sarah? They are helpless. Even if they try to defy you, they quickly learn when you show them who is in charge”

And with that, she let the boy go, and his tiny screams in terror could be heard as he plummeted down, just a tiny little blur moving in front of her mothers white robes. Her mother said nothing, appearing cold and disconnected.

Before the tiny boy hit the ground, she caught him with her other hand, his shrieks suddenly a sobbing wail as he lie shaking in her mothers hand, relieved to no longer be falling, but still terrified of the giant flesh that acted as his savior.

Sarah's mother, however, wasn't done teaching her daughter the lesson.

“What kind of man would be so easily afraid of a two foot drop?” She said coldly, before tossing the tiny boy into the air, his wails turning back to shrieks as he flew up above her mothers blond hair, which was lighter in color than her own. The boy reached the apex of his out of control flight upward, but his screams only became more intense as he slowed to a stop before he fell, shrieking all the way down.

Sarah's mother caught him in her hand, but there was no pause, only fluid motion as she threw him into the air again, the boys screams sounding more raspy all the while, as the process repeated. He fell back, this time the collision with his mothers hand rougher and bounced with a yelp, before he was thrown in the air again, no screams escaping from him but instead a piteous cry.

This process repeated 3 or 4 more times, till all that could be heard were the boys faint crying, tears pouring from his face. Her mother than locked him between her fingers and brought him back up to her face.

“Answer your goddess bug!”

This time the boy didn't hesitate and gasped out an answer amongst his crying “Sixteen!”

Her mother laughed. “See? What kind of 16 year old is so easily manhandled by a 50 year old... well, I guess it's woman handled now, isn't it?”

She stuck her tongue out at her daughter. Sarah found the whole exchange uncomfortable, but she couldn't avert her gaze. The fact that she learned the boy was 16 was confusing, reminding her of when she was 16 year old girl. She chased boys as much as the boys chased her.

But now, the tiny thing was like no 16 year old boy she'd ever known. And, to Sarah, totally unattractive – too pathetic and small, his piteous whining in fact put her off a bit.

She looked back at her mother, her mothers red tongue still out of her mouth, wet with saliva, and she licked the tiny man, the front of her tongue easily bigger than the boys tiny body, before she pressed him into the red meat. She could see the saliva ooze around over the tiny boy, before she removed her hand, and the tiny boy was stuck to the tongue.

She paused for a second with her tongue out of her mouth, and Sarah could hear the high pitch squeaks from the tiny man, who was shrieking in terror. Her mother than opened her mouth wide and began to draw him in closer, slowly, still chuckling from deep within her throat. The tiny tried to get up, but it was too wet and the tongue too slippery, and he simply fell back onto the tongue. He started to crawl hopelessly, but there was nowhere for him to go; her mother deftly curled her tongue upward and suddenly her maw was below the tiny boy, his helpless pitiable squeaks becoming shriller as his naked body began to slide into her mothers mouth.

Sarah watched, morbidly curious now, the raw power her mother was exercising over the tiny exciting her as much as she was repulsed by the idea of her mother eating the thing. She'd never experienced anything like it before, the idea of the having the tinies as pets no longer seeming as pointless as she previously thought.

But before the boy could descend into her mothers maw, the giantesses fingers plucked him out. Sopping wet and shivering, his tiny body slumped over defeated.

Without warning her mother side armed the tiny boy to her. Sarah wasn't expecting this, but felt her stomach drop watching the little naked boy scream as he ascended upward towards her. He got only two feet or so from her face in the air, and she could distinctly make out his tiny flailing arms as he flew, like he was furiously attempting to flap his wings to stay airborne. But just as quickly as he ascended, he descended. Sarah made no attempt to try and catch him, instead finding herself somewhat enjoying the little boys terror, before he slammed into the top of her chest. She felt his wet body bounce down her skin before striking the gap of flesh that was her cleavage.

When she looked down and couldn't help but laugh. Sarah was wearing a gray tank top, sports bra, and some tight fitting yoga pants and a pair of old gray socks. While her breasts weren't the biggest, in the sports bra they were tightly packed and well formed, her flesh pressed together to prevent her boobs from uncomfortably bouncing as she ran.

What she saw was the little man legs flailing in the air, his naked member hanging resting limply between the tightly packed cleavage. He had landed face first in her cleavage, and was now wedged between her breasts, completely stuck, the upper half of his body buried between her flesh.

Her mother was giggling as well. “See? They are nothing.”

Sarah nodded. Still with mixed feelings, but no longer doubting her mothers position. She'd never been more unattracted to a boy in her life. Short men were gross already.

Sarah reached down and plucked the tiny boy from her breasts, and heard his gasps for air. She hadn't even realized he'd been suffocating like that, and realizing that she saved him further confused her feelings. On the one hand, she felt good for helping him out, but on the other, she didn't know any person who could be asphyxiated accidentally by a young woman's boobs.

Sarah felt his wet body, still visibly covered in her mothers saliva. Her mother spoke to the thing.

“This is your new owner. Do what she says or you'll end up like the rest of your family.”

The tiny boy didn't say anything but nodded his head furiously, and it caused both of the women to giggle.

Sarah turned to her mother, one eye raised inquisitively. “The rest of his family?”

“The rest of it's family” Sarah mother said. “It's no longer a person. It's your property”

Sarah still thought it sounded weird. “Sure. But still, it's family?”

“Hmm? Yes. There was an auction for the brothers of one rather large family. The two you have are some, and I have the rest” Sarah heard the words from her mother, but found herself staring down at the little naked 16 year old in her hand.

“Oh” Sarah said. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it. In some ways it seemed wrong, this tiny family now slaves to her mother and her... but still. She remembered what the President said, and what the media repeated. Men were responsible for the ills in the world.

And she couldn't deny the facts. What kind of men could get so easily tossed about by her mother? His crying fear of being swallowed just furthered what she felt. These things were truly pathetic.

The tiny man in her hand trembled from his back, his naked body below her. His dick was so pathetically small she started to laugh, and his little form turned red in her hand, only adding to the humor.

I guess these toys are amusing at least. She looked over to the box with other little man on her coffee table, and then to her right at her mom, who was now leaning back on the couch, legs crossed, sipping her coffee.

“So like, what do we do with these things anyway?” Sarah said. “I mean they are tinee-tiny, I don't see what they could be good for”

Her mother looked at her. “Oh, they are good for all sorts of things. It's really up to your imagination. I'm using mine right now” Her mother grinned as she drank some more of her coffee.

Sarah looked at her curiously. “Your using yours right now? How?” Wondering what she could mean.

Her mother uncrossed her right leg from her left, before crossing her left leg over her right, revealing her yellow skin with the purple veins faintly below the surface. She flexed her ankle upward, picking the sole on the bottom of her worn ugg up, before she began bobbing it back and forth. She wrapped her hands over her left legs knee, so that her fingers appeared woven together. The skin on her hands were wrinkled, reflecting her age.

“Oh, well for instance, they're being used as a motivator for the two slaves I got you. If they don't want the rest of their insignificant existence to end up like their siblings, they will do what they are told without question. Isn't that right little bug?”

The little boy in her hand was now noticeably trembling again. She looked down at him, his terrified expression morbidly fascinating to Sarah. She'd never held a life in her hand, and she found it oddly satisfying. The little man below her quickly got onto his knees, and lowered his head down to her palm, prostrating himself before her.

“Yes, goddess, I am yours for your pleasure” He said, his voice clearly quaking as the words came out.

Sarah found this amusing, and the power she had over the boy became stronger. She more and more was understanding her mothers position. This clearly wasn't a human being – this was hers.

“Aww, that's sweet. I'll be a good goddess” Sarah said. She meant it, but her mother laughed at this.

“A good goddess? Don't worry about morality. Morality is for people, these things are just objects. You can't treat an object with ill intent, no more than tearing down an old house is an act of cruelty. Understand?”

Her mother had a solid point. “I guess so” She said, the little man was still prostrated, visibly trembling below her in her palm.

She wrapped her hand around the boy completely encasing him in tight cage of hot flesh. She could no longer see him, but felt his little body quaking in her fist.

“What did you mean by using his family as motivation though?” Sarah said, still wondering what her mother meant.

“Oh, that.” Her mother began to scratch her exposed ankle. “Well, it's pretty simple. Sometimes tinies forget their place. I wanted to make your gifts were of top quality, so I set them up with a little challenge. Those that failed were punished. Let's just say that I sufficiently 'motivated' them. Now they should be totally subservient.”

It wasn't the answer Sarah wanted. She wanted details. “Yea, but like, what exactly was it?”

Her mother smiled. “A magician can't reveal all her secrets” She put her hand on her daughters shoulder, and turned to look at her.

“But moooom...” Sarah said in whining tone.

“Hey missy, don't take that attitude with me. Besides, I'm curious to see how you'll deal with your new toys. In due time, I'll tell you.” Her mother said, and she leaned in and gave her daughter a kiss. “I promise”

Sarah was satisfied with this answer. “Okay. I love you mom” she said, hugging her mother, the little boy writhing in her hand.

“So...” her mother said, as they relaxed form their hug. “What are you thinking?”

“Hmm?” Sarah said, looking down at the little man in the box who stared back up nervously at them, the tiny man in her hand squirming slightly less than before.

“What do plan to do your new toys, sweety?” Her mother said, her voices pitch almost made her sound like she was saying 'DUH'.

Sarah brought her hand down to her lap, and opened it. The man had been awkwardly pinned to the side of her hand, and her opening of it caused him to tumble and fall.

His eyes adjusted to the light as he lied in the Sarah's massive hand, which was was warm and soft, and only slightly oily. He heard giantess owners voice boom from above him, making the hand vibrate below him, and his anxiety began to spike.

“I'm still not sure – I literally don't know what they could possible do” Sarah said, staring down at the tiny who was lying face down her palm.

“Hey bug!” Her mother yelled down at the tiny boy. Her voice filled him with instant fear. What she had done to him and his siblings was horrible, and she had promised a living hell for siblings left alive. He began to shake intensely, before doing what he was trained to do.

He got back on his knees and looked up in fear. The two huge women were far above him, and he could see the huge walls that were their chests moving in and out, their faces looming over him like massive buildings. Sarah was wearing a gray tank top, her shoulders bare under the loose thin straps. Her mother was wearing a long white robe, with sleeves going down to her wrists. Both women had long blond hair, although her mothers was slightly whiter.

“Yes, g-goddess?” The tiny boy said, stuttering slightly from nervousness.

“Are you prepared to serve your newest goddess?” Her mother said. Both of them staring down at him.

“Yes Goddess!” the tiny man squeaked in response.

Sarah watched the tiny man squeak in response. He was very much like a bug to her, his squeaks and trembling making it more easier for her to forget that it was tiny boy in her hands. Still, she wasn't quite sure where this was going.