Scott hadn't known what to expect when Carmen yanked him out of her boot the next morning but he had not imagined that he would be dropped down in front of a Swiffer pad at the edge of her kitchen's linoleum floor. High above, she munched on a pop tart while her index finger swept through the air, pointing at the space beneath the cabinets and a few small pieces of furniture. Staring all the way up at her, Scott nodded his tiny head in understanding.

“Yeah, I figured you'd get it,” she announced casually, leaving a small morsel of her breakfast on a paper towel just beyond the edge of the kitchen along with a bowl of water. There was no actual command spoken or even an implicit threat.

Carmen simply walked out of her apartment and Scott was left alone to push the immense pad across the floor. The next day was her bathroom's tile floor, then the top of a bookshelf, and then he was dropped into her bathtub beside an enormous sponge. Faint traces of grime rimmed the base of the tub and like everything else he had used that week, the sponge was heavy and unwieldy. The day passed with him barely making it halfway down one side of the tub but it gleamed where he had scrubbed and grunted his way through the task.

The door crashed open in the distance while he lay across the damp shower mat, gasping for air while his sore muscles burned in protest. Pots and pans clanged in the distance followed by the steady thumping of Carmen chopping vegetables. Scott's stomach began to growl by the time he could smell the giantess's cooking but he knew that even with the way noise echoed in the bathroom, there was no way that she would be able to hear his pitiful cries.

The tub started to shudder beneath the tiny man and he lifted his head as Carmen's long shadow spread across the world. His muscles shook but Scott shoved himself to his feet to stand proudly beside the grimy sponge so that he could point at the glistening section he had cleaned.

Instead, a grunt bounced off the tile floor and he watched the giantess's monumental form settle on the toilet on the other side of the tub's wall. Scott stared, mouth agape, as he listened to the giantess relieve herself in a steady stream.

She dabbed herself clean, rose to her feet, and then the roar of the toilet flushing filled Scott's little ears. The sound of rushing water continued to bounce across the bathroom as Carmen washed her hands while humming to herself. Only when she was patting them dry on a blue hand towel did she finally glance down in the shrunken man's direction.

Again, tremors ripped through the tub as she stepped forward and leaned down to inspect his work. “Oh,” the faintest of frowns flickered across her face before it was replaced with a soft smile, “Looks like we found you a nice project, huh, little dude?”

Her dark eyes settled on him, and Scott's whole body shook as he said, “Y-yes...”

“Aw, are you tired, wittle guy?” She cooed as she squatted down over his world. Her finger came down and Scott cowered before it gently tousled his hair. “Bet you're getting really hungie too?”

The way baby talk seemed to creep into her voice as she spoke down to him made Scott's cheeks burn a bright red. When he finally managed to swallow the lump in his throat, Scott said, “Yes, I'm starving...”

His stomach growled as her fingers wrapped around him, “Dinner's almost ready and I've got the perfect place for you to relax while you wait.”

“Thank you!” He shouted, his body squirming with anticipation.

Scott's eyes focused on the pocket of her short-sleeved button down shirt, the material was probably a little thin for the weather but the little man bet that sitting in the pocket would feel like he was in a comfy hammock. The pocket grew more distant and Scott realized that he was being lowered down toward the floor.

“Wha...” he twisted about as he heard what sounded like hefty ropes being pulled and stretched.

Carmen was still wearing the worn white sneakers she had put on that morning and she had undone the laces of the left one. Her powerful fingers slid Scott in between the laces and tongue despite his squirming protests. She giggled as she carefully pulled the laces tight, pinning Scott down against the tongue before tying a knot and tucking it behind him.

“It's like they were made for you,” her voice boomed while her finger ran across the top of her shoe, shifting the laces slightly before gently playing with his hair once again.

While she rose to her full height Scott realized that the tongue was comfy, almost reminding him of a thin mattress. The little man had to admit that being on anything like an actual bed felt good after several months of laying on what were essentially floors, even if it was one he was strapped down against. It was only as he started trying to sink into it and relax that he felt everything shift from Carmen wiggling her toes.

What was about to happen hit Scott only a moment before the foot took flight. Wind howled in his ears, cold air pressed against his face, and then the entire world shook when Carmen's sole smashed into the floor. Leather creaked as the sneaker stretched and Scott's body was forced into a crunch-like position. Then the whole process started up again, over and over as Carmen crossed her apartment.

Scott's head lolled when she finally came to a stop in front of her stove. The smell of her dinner above competed with the scent of her feet that seeped out of the sneaker along with her body heat. Staring up the leg of her high waisted dark blue jeans, it dawned on the tiny man that it was probably Friday again.

It felt strange to realize that only a week had gone by in the real world, even though it had felt like an eternity since he had last seen Ethan towering over him. The foot shifted, forcing his body to contort along with it and agitating his already sore muscles. While he winced, Scott thought about what he would be doing if he was still under the teenager's rule.

His stomach churned as he thought about the ever present musk of giant dude that permeated Ethan's room or the humiliation he would feel listening to his 'master' have sex with his gigantic girlfriend.

A pang of regret washed over Scott when he thought of Ava.

Whatever those girls had done to her or were still doing to her if they hadn't just stomped her into the sidewalk, he doubted it was much better than what Ethan would do to him.

A loud slurp echoed overhead as Carmen tasted whatever she was making and Scott realized that teenage girls probably weren't feeding their shrinkees off their own plates either. The thought made his body slump down against the tongue and he replayed his terrifying escape again in his head, wondering if there were some way he could have dragged Ava to safety.

If they both tumbled down the hill though, would the girls have followed?

Or would Ava be strapped down to Carmen's other foot?

He stared at the immense sneaker and tried to push thoughts of the shrunken girl out of his head. The little man couldn't help but frown as he took in the dirty yellowed fabric that surrounded a V that was a shade of blue so dark it was almost black. Straining his neck, the little man could see a mint green colored patch over the heel with the company's name: Veja.

Scott wracked his head trying to think of whether or not he knew anything about the company but came up with nothing. They were that kind of almost generic white sneaker that was popular these days, and he couldn't help but wonder if they were cheaper or more expensive than the Stan Smiths he had bought a year or two earlier.

Staring down at where his feet popped out of the laces, the little man frowned. His own feet were dirty and callused after months without anything to protect them. Even running across Ethan's plush carpet had been rough on his shrunken soles, not to mention the many other surfaces he had been forced to trudge across in service to the gigantic brat.

Something thick and sloppy splashed out of a pan high above and Scott's eyes widened as he watched Carmen lift a hefty bowl off of the counter with a spoon in her other hand. Her lips smacking together was all the warning Scott got before she started to walk again.

Each footfall rattled his shrunken frame before he was suddenly flying high up into the air like he was on a swinging ship at an amusement park. There was nothing Scott could do to stop the scream that burst from his lips and then came a world shattering crash as Carmen's heels landed on her coffee table.

His body sagged downward while Carmen crossed her feet at the ankles, leaving him to dangle just a few relative feet higher than he had before.

Scott's view of the world was upside down as he stared out across her black socks, blue jeans, green patterned shirt to finally meet her smiling face far off in the distance. A spoon laden down with rice and some kind of thick curry disappeared behind her burgundy shaded lips while her dark eyes settled on him.

She twisted her ankle about and giggled as Scott yelped in response, “Don't worry, I didn't forget about you.” Another heaping spoonful rose to her lips, “You'll eat when I'm finished.”

With that, Carmen flicked on her television and Scott was treated to the booming sound of Brooklyn 99 and the view of his enormous owner chuckling while she ate.

The episode continued but Scott found it hard to focus as his sore muscles began to relax and the faintest cracking noise emanated from his joints. A grunt of relief bubbled past his lips as his body hung upside down atop the giantess's foot. What started as pleasure slowly shifted to panic as Scott started to feel his own pulse slow down and his chest tightened ever so slightly.

His faint whimper of confusion was overshadowed by the clattering of Carmen's spoon against the bottom of her bowl followed by a satisfied sigh.

She leaned forward and set the bowl on her coffee table before her fingers dove in toward Scott. He shifted nervously as the pressure from the laces instantly lessened and then he shouted when his body started to slide down.

“It's ok, I got you,” Carmen cooed as he spilled into her soft palm.

The world seemed to spin around Scott as he staggered out on his hands and knees in the giantess's palm. Then he was suddenly at the bottom of a wide tall bowl with a mound of rice and reddish-orange curry staring back at him. Her thumb hooked down and everything lurched as she pulled the bowl back to her lap before everything finally came to a stop.

She stared down at him while he sat at the bottom of the bowl, his heart racing and the world still spinning. “Go on, have some,” her voice thundered from seemingly every direction, “It's tasty.”

Knowing she would only keep staring at him, Scott crawled forward and scooped some of the now cool curry into his mouth. He slurped as loudly as he could and made a big show of smiling up at Carmen as he swallowed the mouthful.

“It's not too hot is it?”

It was only as she asked the question that the spiciness registered on his tongue. He shut his eyes tight and tried to power through it. It wasn't like he didn't like spicy food but it had been months since he had any, or at least that's what he told himself as he sucked in air to try and cool his tongue.

Overhead, Carmen simply laughed at his struggles.

He grabbed a glob of rice and shoved it into his mouth, his lips smacking loudly as it barely helped to curb the curry's heat. His little body suddenly stiffened as Carmen's finger ran down his back. Turning around, he saw her gigantic face simply smirking in the heavens above him.

“So you're a 'this mayo is too spicy' kind of white guy, huh?”

“No,” he protested, shoveling another handful of curry past his lips, “It's good!”

Scott tried not to gag while her grin widened, “Oh, I know it's good but it's too hot for my nice little shrunken man.” Her finger tickled his flank, making him squirm, “Isn't it?”

He stared up at her defiantly but then he felt the faintest trickle coming from his nose and his shoulders slumped in defeat while his tongue still burned. “Yes...” Scott said, the single defeated word bouncing back at him from the walls of the ceramic bowl.

“Aw, poor little shrinkee,” she cooed as she scooped him up and set the bowl back on the coffee table. She laid down and Scott heard her sneakers clatter to the floor when she set him down on her stomach. “Even though you didn't finish your dinner, you'll still get some dessert,” Carmen's words rumbled beneath him as her thumb ran down his back in a continuous petting motion, “Whenever I decide to get up and have some anyway...”

Beneath him, her stomach gurgled slightly, clearly still digesting her heavy meal.

Scott settled down as best he could while her stomach rose and fell with each of her breaths, her thumb continuously running down his tiny body. The heat from the pepper-laden curry subsided as she watched another episode or two, the plots and jokes became indistinct to the shrunken man after he gave in to his own exhaustion.

He blinked sleepily when she lifted him up and set him back down on the coffee table while she went to go get her dessert, which turned out to just be some Oreos. After returning him to his place atop her stomach, she dropped a quarter of one with its edges still slick with her saliva down in front of him with the faintest of smiles.

With his stomach still mostly empty, Scott tore into it. The chocolate cookie was almost bitter and the cream filling was shockingly sweet to his tiny taste buds. He grimaced as he gnawed away at the hoagie sized hunk of cookie but at least consoled himself with the fact that it was months as a shrinkee eating bland scraps that had reset his sense of taste not that Carmen's cooking was too spicy for him.

The thought made him glance up to see her dark eyes were set upon him and while the light of the television still played across her face, there was no sound coming out of it. Scott froze mid-bite and his heart raced as he tried to figure out what he could have done to upset the enormous woman.

“So, like, were you a sub before you shrank?” The words rolled through the living plateau beneath the tiny man.

“What?...” Scott blinked before he reflexively said, “No, I wasn't a teacher or anything...”

“Oh my God,” Carmen rolled her eyes and her chuckle made Scott stumble, “Not a substitute, a submissive...” Her finger ran down his back, forcing him a little lower against her body, “Like the opposite of a dom.”

Scott's eyes were drawn to her tattooed sleeve and he suddenly wondered if the enormous girl was into kinky stuff before he figured that he would have seen something in her apartment over the past week. Some whips or chains or at least some kind of rope or cuffs.

She followed his tiny gaze and again the world shook from her laughter, “No, little man, I'm not a big bad dominatrix. I tied up a guy once though, it was... eh, he liked it more than I did.” Her thumb played across his hair, “I'm just trying to figure out why you're such an obedient little thing. You don't talk back, you haven't tried to escape, you do what you're told...”

She snatched the remainder of his dessert form his hands, popped it past her lips and after one single bite she swallowed. Scott stared at the dark crumbs that clung to her painted lips as they curled up into a smile.

“You didn't even reach for it.”

Scott felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he squirmed beneath her gaze, shame followed through a moment later. He thought about the past week and the way he had simply withered in her presence. It wasn't that he merely obeyed her, he anticipated what she wanted before she even had to command him.

Her pinkie finger scooped beneath his chin, forcing him to look up at her and the look on her face clearly demanded an explanation.

“I...” his voice cracked, “You're nicer than my last owner...”

The world shook as she let out a derisive 'heh' and then she frowned when she realized that Scott was serious. “Who was your last owner?” The question had a genuine empathy to it that made the little man shudder.

“He was this spoiled teenager named Ethan...” Scott blinked tears away from his eyes, “He was disgusting and he would beat me up with his finger and make me beg to worship his dick and then call me a faggot...”

When he said the slur, Scott's voice broke completely and sobs wracked his little body. He tried to blather on but he doubted that Carmen could understand him since he could barely understand himself. Her warm fingers continued to run over him though and the softest cooing sounds came from her mouth.

She lifted him up and the next thing he knew, she was pressing her enormous soft lips against him. A small patch of her saliva formed on his chest as she kissed him again and again, each one leaving him slightly dazed.

When it finally stopped, Scott was nestled atop her right breast in the fetal position, her hand completely covering his body while her thumb ran down his side. “It's ok, little guy,” she said, “You're safe here with me.”

“Thank you, thank you so much,” his voice was hoarse and his lips were dry but he kissed the closest finger he could reach.

“Aw, such a good little shrinkee,” she cooed, “And what did you do before you shrank, little man?”

Scott sniffled and looked up at her, expecting to see some hidden agenda etched across her enormous face. Instead, he saw actual interest in her eyes and a warmth that made him sink a little deeper into her chest. “I... I worked in HR at a tech company,” he sniffled, “It wasn't the coolest job, like, a lot of stuff was kinda silly but I liked it...”

She nodded along but Scott saw something change in her enormous face. Her head tilted slightly and her right eyebrow arched up, “So like, were you in charge of hiring and firing people?”

“Uh, not really, that was left to individual managers and stuff,” he found himself squirming as her eyes narrowed, “But I did a lot of early screening, first or second interview kinda stuff...”

“So you know what those kinds of companies like to see on resumes and in cover letters or whatever?” The question sounded innocent but there was a strange fire in Carmen's eyes as she asked it that made Scott tremble.

“Y-yeah, I guess...”

“Oh you really are a very good shrinkee, aren't you?” She cooed before lifting him up and battering him with kisses once again, “My tub can wait, little man, you're going to help me find a better job.”