Cleaning Up Your Act
Chapter 1: New Leadership
Clint gazes up past the long thick pillars, up to the thin black sports shorts, up to the white, sweat-stained T-shirt, and into the mildly amused smirk of the titanic young man. A squirt gun bobs in his hand as he looks down and meets Clint’s gaze, or perhaps even the gazes of one of the other shrunken people littering the ground. Nobody would have guessed that just a few seconds earlier, Clint had been helping Dan and his posse shove the puny little nerd into his locker.
Most of Dan’s collection of cronies were sportsy, mean-spirited people who have always been the biggest strongest people in the room, so seeing this nerd flip the script on them certainly threw them for a loop. Clint was always a bit of a coward, so he was always going to be the first to beg.
“Adam, look man, I don’t know what you did, but I’m sorry man! Okay? Now please…”
“What I did is shrink you. Anybody could have told you that. And of course you’re sorry for bullying me. You’re all going to be sorry in just a second.”
He grabbed his duffle bag and started to root through it. He finally pulled out a cardboard box and sat it on the ground for everybody to see. Opening it up, he revealed a selection of tiny maid outfits. They all had a “Dolly’s Delights” tag on them, apparently the name of some specialty store for doll clothing, since all of the clothing looked designed to be designed for a plastic figurine and not a real person.
“These are going to be your new uniforms. Get used to them, because I expect you to wear them when you’re worshipping your new god’s body. We’ll start off easy. Put on your uniform, and start cleaning my feet. They’re pretty sweaty.”
Dan clearly wasn’t having any of this. The inch tall jock knew his place in the food chain, and it certainly wasn’t under this oversized loser.
“Yeah right, as if we’re going to do that, freak. You’re going to bring us back to full size right now before coach gets here and …”
“Oh, you mean Coach Wilstrom? He’s not coming. Well, I guess it’s more appropriate to say that he’s already here.” Adam punctuates this by patting his stomach. “He always took your side no matter how beaten and bruised you left me. You assholes would have been expelled years ago if he didn’t keep throwing his weight around on your behalf. The way I see it, there was nobody more worthy to be my test subject. Wouldn’t want to spray you fuckers with this and just leave you wet and angry, after all.”
Adam let out a loud burp and excused himself. Clint would have run away, but his legs could no longer obey him. His brain wouldn’t send any message to the rest of his body, too consumed with thoughts of what Adam would do next. If he had already eaten somebody, what else was he capable of?
Yet this abject cruelty only hardened Dan’s resolve. “You’re going to change me back right now, or I swear to god I’m going to rip your fucking throat out and…”
He thought was interrupted when Adam’s foot surged forward and kicked Dan in the jaw. He lay on the ground as Adam walked over to his fallen enemy and aimed the toenail of his big toe at the back of Dan’s knees. He screamed bloody murder as the toenail divided his thighs and calfs. At this point, Dan realized the sheer amount of danger he was in. Adam’s smirk grew into a full grin as his executioner’s blade separated Dan from his lower leg.
Dan crawled away as his goons watched dumbstruck. Adam started to squat over the fleeing man, watching the broken bug crawl away from the cruel tormentor. His hands came down in front of Dan and formed a wall in front of him. His lower arms came to rest next to Dan, boxing the guy in. Dan looked at his prey with hungry eyes.
“You know, Dan. Usually I’m the one looking up at you when we play these games. You would hold me down and dangle loogies over my head while I begged you to stop. It feels nice to finally see what it’s like looking down.”
Adam started building up spit in his mouth as Dan cried and pleaded for help. But none would come as a thick glob escaped Adam’s mouth suspended on a thin wet string. It started to sink down, but the mammoth boy sucked it back into his mouth. The game continued as the gross sphere emerged and hid again until the giant grew sick of holding himself back. The glob dropped squarely on Dan’s face. He tried to struggle to bring his head back to the surface through the viscous spittle, but Adam brought his finger down on the poor soul and held his face in the spit. Clint watched a few of the other jocks run away, and a few run to help Dan, but that wouldn’t do any good. They tried to scoop the spit away, but Adam simply rubbed some more on until the bubbles emerging from the spit finally ceased.
Adam stood back to his full height, a bulge heavily protruding from his tight black shorts. The titan looked down at the spit-soaked bully and raised his foot into the air. Everybody who had been trying to bail Dan from his saliva bath scattered as Adam’s foot slammed down with a wet smack right on top of Dan. Then again. Then again.
Adam started reaching into his shorts as his gleeful gaze pierced the red stain he was making on the changing room floor. He switched from simply stepping on the corpse to jumping on it, grinding his foot against his life-long tormentor. Adam had suffered under this asshole for years, and never once had Adam felt his frustrations vindicated as they were now. When he finally leaves his frenzy, he looks at the broken body and spits on it one last time to really hammer the point home.
Adam looked at his remaining bullies, calming down slightly. “I think I already explained your wardrobe to you. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Clint didn’t need to be told twice.*
This is the other story I should have uploaded here the other day and didn’t. Let me know what you guys think of it. Expect more chapters in the future.
CHAPTER 2: Cleaning Crew
Clint put on the striped panties, the short dress with a heart-shaped boob window, long black socks, an arpon, and finally a pair of flats. The cheap material itched all over. He wished Adam had picked a more comfortable set. He also picked up a bucket and mop, though he had no idea what he was going to be expected to do with it.
While two or three of Adam’s victims had also put on their outfits, the other shrunken men had gone into a wild panic. Adam went over to his duffle bags and pulled a roll of athletic tape and a tupperware container. Walking lazily over to one group of bullies that hadn’t managed to spread out, he plucked a few up and placed them in the container. As he returned, Clint recognized Bruce, Michael, and Sean banging on the plastic walls.
Adam sat back down on the bench and presented his feet for the miniature group of maids. He playfully wiggled his toes as the remains of Dan glistened on the bottom of his left foot. He looked down at the pathetic little creatures and smirked.
“Go ahead, worms. Make sure to get them extra clean. I would hate to have you all end up like Sean.”
He plucked Sean from the plastic container. As Sean rose higher and higher, he started bellowing at the top of his lungs, but he was so far away from the tiny maid boys below that they had no hope of hearing what he was saying.
“Awww, what cute little squeaks! Now pay attention, little bugs. And that doesn’t just apply to the puny guys at my feet. I’m giving each and every little guy here a chance to come back and start mopping up the mess Dan made on my foot. But not for you Sean. I already gave you a chance. I could give you a second chance, like I’m giving everybody else, but I don’t feel like it. Instead, I want to show you exactly what those purple nurples you gave me the other day felt like.”
Adam pressed the pad of his thumb against the shrunken jock’s chest and started twisting as the flesh peeled from his chest. The maids couldn’t tell what he was saying before, but his screams certainly caught their attention. Clint made a beeline for Adam’s right foot. He figured that cleaning the right foot would at least mean he wouldn’t have to look at the crimson puddle that used to be a human being as he worked.
The loud, almost primal, howls were diminished little by little until the boys bellow couldn’t hear anymore. But Adam could still hear the sound of him whimpering. He could still hear the squishing sound underneath his thumb. He could still feel the beating of Sean’s heart as it sped up in the initial panic, slowed down as he ran out of energy to fight the pain, and eventually stopped as Sean breathed his last breath.
Adam dropped Sean’s body on the floor. Where his chest used to be, a gaping hole was left so deep that a person could see the spine in his back from the front. A few of the maid boys turned around, transfixed by the gory mess made out of their compatriot. But Clint didn’t look back at Sean. Instead, he desperately scrubbed at Adam’s foot. One of the maids couldn’t take the sight and ran screaming. A few of the guys that had attempted to run earlier and had no luck getting away turned to the cruel behemoth as their last hope of escape. They hoped that if they ingratiate themselves to Adam, that he may show mercy. Or if not that, at least a delay in whatever cruel, unusual death he had in store for them.
Clint was joined in his scrubbing by a few more of his friends. Harold, Hank, and himself had taken to scrubbing the right foot, while a team of five were busy at work on the other foot. They attempted to scrub away the mess underneath like their lives depended on it, because in all probability, it did.
As they scrubbed, Clint noticed that the giant was getting a perverse sense of giddiness from the situation he had placed them all in. His hand was down the front of his shorts as the outline of the back of his hand stretching against the fabric of the shorts left no illusion as to what Adam was doing. Clint thought he was a gross freak, but wouldn’t dare to say such a thing to the monster’s face. Dan would have, but that was the reason Dan was a corpse. Clint knew from years of being bullied himself as a young child that standing up against bullies would only get you beaten and bruised. The only reason he had been part of Dan’s group for so long was that he knew how to suck up to power.
But what were a few bullies in the face of a god? Clint knew where his allegiance had to lie if he wanted to survive. And so he debased himself in front of the arrogant nerd until the right foot lifted away and Adam peeked at his sole, and then repeated the process for the left foot. Then he looked down at the maids cleaning his left foot.
“Is this really the best you fuckers could do? Look, there’s still blood on the ball of this sole. The other guys did far better. See, not even a single drop!”
The miniscule maids would have objected that the ball was far too high up for them to reach, that they weren’t given adequate time, and that the right foot didn’t even have blood on it, but Adam couldn’t hear them, nor would he care. For all their screaming and begging and excuse making, the former bullies were all crushed under Adam’s left foot as the trio under his right sole trembled in their frilly dresses. A dark spot developed in the front of Adam’s shorts.
“Looks like you three have some more cleaning to do!”*
Sorry about the long wait between chapters, but I hit a bit of a slump, and was having trouble mapping out where I wanted this series to go. I finally have a good impression on what needs to be done, and look forward to sharing my story with you.
As always, your thoughts and opinions are welcome. Let me know what you think!
Chapter 3: Polishing
Clint couldn’t process what he was seeing. Adam brought his hand down to snatch up the three tinies still waiting beneath his foot. Everyone else had already perished brutally. He dropped the trio into the tupperware with Bruce and Michael. Honestly, with all the peril Clint had been in, he had completely forgotten that Adam still had those two. Adam dropped maid outfits for Bruce and Michael to wear into the container. They didn’t need to be told what to do. They put on the slutty, uncomfortable attire, not wanting to incur Adam’s wrath any further that they already had.
Adam sat the tupperware down and slid his shorts and underwear down his body. His body rocked back and forth, and his hips undulated. It seemed that Adam was giving his prisoners a show, though Clint wasn’t in much of a mood to appreciate it. Nor was anybody else inside the box. But Adam’s strip tease was hardly a long one. He only needed to bring it past his thick thighs, and gravity did the rest.
His long hard rod sprung out from the tight, wet sports shorts. Thin strands of cum formed a web against his cock and pubic hair. Adam looked down proudly at how big the mess he had made in his pants truly was. It was a good thing he had a few maids to help with cleaning duty.
He sat back down and dumped the contents of his tupperware into his lap. The terror on the little guys’ faces was all he needed to see for his dick to perk right back up. Harold retched from landing face-first is a puddle of odorous, disgusting cum. Clint, in contrast, didn’t even notice the sopping mess underneath his ass. His view was locked in place as he made eye contact with the cruel guy that had tormented him so thoroughly.
“Okay, slaves! I have an important job for you to do. Your friend felt too good when I squished them, so I came all over myself. I can’t leave the locker room looking like this, so it looks like I need my maid service to get to cleaning. Though I did forget to grab your buckets and mops when I brought you all up here. Thankfully, your little bodies can make all the liquid you’ll ever need. Get to licking! I want it all gone~”
Michael, having never been the brightest mind on planet Earth, raised his hand. Adam, almost bemused, decided to humor him.
“We’re in the locker room already. Why don’t you just use the shower?”
Adam dragged Michael down the length of his shaft up to the tip of his penis. He smeared Michael’s face in his precum as he pressed the puny guy against his squishy head.
“Because, numbnuts, My balls are still full and crying for another release. You wouldn’t want me to clean myself up just for me to cum again, would you? So if I don’t feel your pathetic tongue scraping up this mess, and hear your puny voice thanking me for the privilege, we’re going to have a problem. And that goes for all of you. I don’t want to see a drop on my crotch.”
Clint hopped into action first and started sucking the baby batter from his pubes before it could have a chance to dry. Hank tried to make his way to Adam’s ballsack, while Bruce and Harold went out towards the shaft. As they got to work, Adam’s dick pulsed in his grip. If he hadn’t been pressing Michael against his tip, his throbbing penis would have flung it’s passengers away a while ago.
Bruce and Harold started in the middle of his shaft, with Bruce heading towards the base and Harold heading towards the tip. Harold was still trying to shake the slippery, gooey cum from his own body, when his eyes caught Michael’s face. The combination of the pressure put on his chest and the precum covering his mouth and nostrils left him very light on breath. His skin was turning an odd shade as he gasped for what little air he could. Harold couldn’t peel his eyes away at the horrible sight. But even so, he continued to lick not wanting to share Michael’s fate.
Unfortunately, as the job almost reached its close, Harold’s hand slipped. He tried to catch himself, but his cum-soaked body couldn’t get any traction and he fell with a thud onto the bench. He managed to survive his fall, but only just barely. His legs were broken, and a few of his ribs snapped. But even worse, he caught Adam’s attention.
Adam felt a tickle as the small bully slid off. He was on the edge of bursting again even before that, but between Michael wiggling against his tip, Hank massaging his balls as he crawled, and Clint and Bruce lapping near his pubes and base, he couldn’t help but jack off. As his hand moved up and down the shaft, Michael came along for the ride. Michael’s bones creaked and bended under the pressure. His skin tore to shreds. His guts spilled from his body and adhered to the massive rod.
Bruce saw the giant hand approach him and jumped back into Adam’s pubes. If he hadn’t been so close to them already, he would have been crushed flat against his base as Adam’s hand worked his shaft. Harold tried to crawl away so he wouldn’t get squished under Adam’s balls, but Adam stood up before that could happen. Before Harold could be thankful, Adam turned around and faced him. As he rubbed his cock, he pointed it directly at Harold.
“Remember all those times you stole my clothes from the locker room just so you could make fun of the size of my cock, Harold? Well, how do you like it now?”
Adam’s knees buckled as he prepared for the sweet release. Bruce and Clint hung on to his crotch hairs so they wouldn’t fall off, which put them in a far better position than Hank, who used every bit of muscle he had to keep himself from falling from Adam’s ballsack as it swung wildly. By now Michael was nothing more than a red smear against Adam’s dick, lubricating the shaft. Harold stared up at the pulsing member, as though staring down the barrel of a gun.
And in a flash, Adam released the full content of his balls onto Harold. He tried to claw out of the gooey mess Adam made on the bench, but not only were his limbs smashed, but the shoddy fabric the maid outfit was made off became heavy on his body as it got wet with cum. Harold tried to poke his head out for just the slightest bit of air, but failed in the end. The bubbles eventually stopped rising.
Adam sat back down next to the puddle he made, and looked at the three remaining. Against all odds, not only had Clint and Bruce survived the ordeal, but Hank as well. As Adam’s cock slowly became flaccid, Clint tried to wipe the mess that was left of Michael off Adam’s cock. Adam stopped him, however.
After all, he had big plans for Hank, Bruce, and Clint.