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Very nice! We really don’t get enough oversized penetration.

It’s strange to think that five years have passed since The Small Event. Before that fateful day five years ago, I lived what most would consider the ideal life. I had wealth beyond my wildest imagination, a loving trophy husband, and a mansion so large that it took 20 men to clean it each day. Then The Small Event happened and I, along with 25% of the population, shrank down to the size of bugs.

My husband began to treat me as less than human. He would neglect me, squander my fortune and abuse me. He threatened my well being if I told anybody about my mistreatment. It was difficult, but after four years, I finally exposed my husband’s cruel actions. I moved to a small apartment and used what fortune I had remaining to hire a caretaker to watch over me for the rest of my life.

That was the day I met Dale.

At the time, I couldn’t believe how fortunate I had been. Dale had been training in tiny care almost since The Small Event happened. He had seemed kind and caring, and had a starting fee far below what I was offering. It seemed almost too good to be true. It was only after the paperwork had been signed that I learned who Dale truly was. He was, bluntly speaking, callous and cruel. He saw me not as a human, but as a miserable bug to live out his cruel fantasies on. I was thankful I never told him anything about my past, because he would almost certainly subject me to all my past trauma and even more!

I felt a wave of dread wash over me as Dale entered the house this morning. Knowing that Dale would come and find me if I wasn’t waiting for him, and not wanting to make him angry by making him look for me, I briskly approached him as he shut the door behind him. I yelled a greeting to him to make sure he noticed my presence.

“Good morning, master!”

It was humiliating to have to call Dale master. It brought back terrible memories of my time being emotionally abused by my husband. I had often considered reporting Dale’s misdeeds like I did with my husband, but given what she was willing to do to keep her secrets hidden, I can only imagine the agony Dale would subject me to if he ever thought I might report him.

Dale said nothing, instead giving me an intense glare that scared me to the very core of my being. I was so startled I took a step away from him. He looked away and walked past me to the living room.

Dale slipped off his shoes and put his feet up on the footrest. I had gotten so used to this routine that he didn’t even need to give me instructions. I climbed up to his massive soles and began to lick the bottom of his sock. I pressed my tongue into the sweaty fabric as hard as I could, doing my best to make sure he could feel my tongue on his sole. I didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if Dale thought I was slacking.

Tears dripped from my eyes. Dale looked down at me. I had hoped he would show me pity, but instead the only emotion on his face was disgust. He made me continue licking for only a short while longer until he got bored of watching me. Returning his feet to the ground, he went over to the kitchen and started to prepare himself breakfast.

I waited patiently for him to finish preparing his french toast. It looked absolutely wonderful. My mouth started watering as I smelled its sweet aroma in the air. Dale brought the delicious plate of cinnamon goddess to the dining room table, and as I watched him measure off a miniscule piece of it with a ruler and hand it to me. I should have felt more insulted, but I was honestly just glad I was being fed at all.

“Thank you for feeding me master. Am I really allowed to have this?”

Dale put on an almost comically fake smile. I could almost feel the degrading mockery emanating from that artificial smile slap me across the face.

“Of course, madam! After all, it’s my job as your caretaker to make sure you don’t starve!”

The dripping sarcasm in the word “madam” eroded my very soul. How far had I fallen from grace that I couldn’t even be treated with respect without it being a sick joke?

I watched as he voraciously devoured his share. Watching his powerful jaws rip and tear the sweetened bread apart made me think back to the times my husband would scarf down tiny after tiny in front of me. But my husband always swallowed tinies whole. I didn’t imagine Dale would extend his victims the same luxury. I imagined how torturous it would feel to be ground up in Dale’s maw. As if he could sense my fear, Dale stared down at me.

Our eyes locked for a moment, and then Dale left the living room to continue eating in my living room. He always made an effort to show me that he didn’t need my permission or my supervision as he went from place to place within the house. He knew that my apartment was only mine in theory, but in practice it was his. Just like everything I had was his in practice to use as he saw fit. After all, what was I going to do to stop him?

I realize that he can use his physical might to overpower my pathetically small form, and I realize that he could simply crush the life out of me if I ever disobeyed him. I just wish he would look in his heart and try to see things from my point of view.

I’m also curious about the deadline. I’ve had a story in the works for this for quite a while, so I want to make sure it’s in before the deadline slips.

@tinysupervicki Maybe just give you a small lick. And if you like it, maybe another.

Chapter 3: The Big Picture

Duncan sat Angie on the ottoman for everybody to see. Angie could see only pity in the eyes of the girl who’s name she didn’t know. Emily let out a small “Hmph” and crossed her arms. When Paige saw her, her eyes went wide and she started flailing around wildly, or at least as much as she could given the restraints. Duncan cleared his throat to grab my attention.

“Angie, these two are Emily and Faith. They’ll be your new roomies when you’re not busy serving me. And this bitch here …”

With that, Duncan tossed Paige high into the air. Paige did what she could to scream as she plummeted to the ground, only to be caught between his thumb and index finger. He presented her to Angie with all the flair you could present a tiny bound human woman.

“… is Paige. You’re going to be replacing her on math duty. Though from what I’ve heard, you two already know each other. You should really hear how Paige laid on the praise! She went on and on about how you were so smart and such a quick learner, really just the best person for the job. Heck, if Paige had asked you for tutoring, maybe she wouldn’t be such a stupid cunt and actually get a worthwhile grade for a change!”

Duncan started squeezing on Paige’s body. She started screaming at the top of her lungs, though the cotton ball drowned out most of the sound.

“So we’re going to be giving Angie a trial run. She’s going to be helping me on the test tomorrow. If she does well, then I’ll give her the privilege of doing my math homework for the rest of the semester. If not, well, let’s just say don’t get attached to her. Since Angie is going to be working on math assignments for me while I’m still testing her out, I guess I need to find a new task for Paige to do. Oh, don’t act all shocked, Paige! I said that if you gave me the name of somebody to replace you, I wouldn’t squash you to a pulp. I didn’t say anything about letting you be a lazy fucking freeloader!”

By this point, any energy Paige had left was spent. She could do nothing but cry and whimper as Duncan reached over to his thick, black boots. Angie felt conflicted. She realized that she was only in this mess because Paige sold her out to save her own skin. On the other, it was still hard to see somebody she knew be subjected to stuff like this. Duncan pulled the cotton ball from Paige’s mouth.

“I’m sorry!!! I’m sorry!!!”

For a few minutes, all Paige could do was apologize as she looked at Angie with regret and desperation. When she had finally settled down, Duncan continued.

“Since you’re too stupid to help with homework, maybe you can start by cleaning the inside of my boots. It better be spotless by the time I wake up tomorrow, or I’m going to leave you in there when I take them to class.”

Duncan gracelessly dropped Paige into one of his boots, and then brought Angie down to ground level. He was about to return to his room, when Emily spoke up.

“Dunkipie! Wait!”

Duncan, clearly annoyed with Emily, answered with a blunt “What!?”

“Well, it’s just that I did a very good job cleaning today and was hoping I could get some kind of … reward.”

Something about the way she said it struck Angie as off, but Duncan seemed to get a smirk from it. He got down on his knees, and surprisingly enough, gingerly pet Emily’s check with his right hand. Emily snuggled against the hand as Duncan tenderly caressed her. It would almost seem friendly and affectionate, but she couldn’t shake the feeling this wasn’t as it seemed. It became more clear as Faith, as she’s apparently named, tried to leave and return back to her room. Faith, who had earlier stood only as high as Emily’s stomach, was now only a head shorter. Emily was shrinking, and shrinking fast. The bindings covering her private areas began to slip off as Emily let out a low moan. By the time Duncan had pulled his hand away, Emily was almost as small as Angie.

Duncan sat on the ground as his socked feet approached Emily from either slide. Just before the bottoms of his feet were about to close around her, he quietly whispered, “Ready?” She timidly nodded. Slowly, he pressed his soles together, trapping her between the balls of his feet. He rubbed them together as Emily’s body was rolled between them, as limp as a ragdoll.

Angie could only imagine how painful this must have been, but one would never guess from the look of ecstasy plastered across Emily’s face. Emily for her part didn’t offer even the slightest bit of resistance. She allowed Duncan’s feet to bend and manipulate her body any way they saw fit. She passionately kissed his socks as his toes squeezed and pulled on her body.

Angie, feeling overwhelmed by the day she just had, escaped to the pet bedroom to get some sleep.*

Building a bit on the characters we got last chapter, as well as starting a bit of the action. Do tell me what you all think!

@nephilim Okay, so as far as multi-chapter content on DaDo is concerned, I usually post one or two chapters in the original post, and then add a reply with one or two more chapters, then another with one or two chapters, etc.

It breaks the work into reasonable chunks like chapters should and doesn’t overwhelm the reader. I would also just reply to the thread instead of the OP or each individual reply, so it won’t give you that annoying *@ symbol up front.

I would also either number or name your chapters, preferably both. That way, if somebody gets v partway through, they could pick it back up again.

@olo Looks like somebody has a lot of foreskin to dig through

@emilythetigercat Agreed. I’d love to see what this looked like visually.

@olo Nice find! Look forward to seeing more posted.

DISCLAIMER: The following work contains extreme sexual themes that may make some readers uncomfortable. Viewer’s discretion is advised

Chapter 10: Watch Your Tongue

Mrs. Lambert quickly hustled inside and shut the door behind her. She looked worried. Her face became a bit flushed at the sight of Duncan’s barely clothed body, but she didn’t turn her eyes away.

“Shhh! Not so loud. What would everybody think if somebody saw me entering the men’s dorm at this time of the day?”

“They’d probably think that you’re a dirty pervert that’s been sleeping with her students, Beth. And that makes sense because you are!”

“Come on, Duncan. Seriously. I couldn’t look my husband in the face if he knew -”

Duncan slowly pulled his underwear down just far enough to free his throbbing erection. Mrs. Lambert’s eyes widened and mouth stood barely agape. The fear and trepidation in her eyes replaced with excitement and lust. She could feel a shiver going down her spine as Duncan put a hand on her shoulder.

“If he knew that you were here with me? If he knew that I’m about to satisfy you like he never could? If he knew that you were going to ride this bad boy, all… night… long?”

Paige was going through a living nightmare. Just a few minutes ago, Duncan had shrunk her down and inserted her body into his urethra. Now her prison was shaking to the sound of his heartbeat, the smell of sex was becoming unbearable, and the water level was starting to rise. No, not water, but Paige tried not to think about what exactly she was swimming in. She knew she had to get out, and getting caught up in how hopeless her situation was wasn’t going to help.

Duncan’s hands shifted to the top button of Beth’s blouse. She didn’t resist as her first button was undone. Duncan’s hands brushed against her sensitive breasts as he greedily grabbed the next button. Beth tried to hold back a moan as the next button was undone, and the next. His hands were by her stomach. She giggled despite herself as the next three buttons were undone, eliciting a smirk from Duncan. He undid the final button. As the last button was undone, his finger hooked into the waistband of her skirt. Beth couldn’t hold herself back from a moan as Duncan’s hands probed near her special place. A place that she had promised to her husband and her husband alone. A place she had let student after student defile.

A place she hoped would be defiled once more tonight.

Angie was in the next room over as Duncan undressed his teacher. The inch-tall woman peeked through the doggy door, watching as Mrs. Lambert’s skirt landed with a plop on the floor. She knew Paige was in trouble, but what could she even do? If she made her presence known, Duncan would only punish her. Even if Angie could tell Mrs. Lambert about all the people Duncan had shrunk, it was likely Duncan would just add her to his collection. She wanted to turn away. She didn’t want to see what almost undoubtedly would happen to Paige, but she couldn’t pry her eyes away.

Beth now stood almost naked, with only a skimpy white bra and a set of frilly white panties. Duncan looked at her choice in undergarment with amusement.

“Looks like my serious, no-nonsense teacher was wearing something special under her clothing. To think that all day while you were teaching, you had all of that hidden away. But I do have a question for you, Beth. And I’m sure you’re just waiting to answer it. After all, when a student has a question, isn’t it the teacher’s job to let them know the answer. So tell me, teach, have you shown your husband that sexy little number?”

Duncan leaned in close to his teacher, until his mouth was so close to her ear that Beth could almost feel his lips against her earlobes. Then, he said in a whisper that was almost too soft to be heard.

“Or did you get them just for me?”

Beth didn’t say a word. She couldn’t say a word. But the bright patches of red on her cheeks and the dark patches of grey on her panties were the only answer Duncan needed. Duncan put his hands on her cheeks and guided her head to his rock-hard cock. Just like Duncan needed no words from Beth to get his answer, Beth needed no words from Duncan to know what came next. Getting on her hands and knees, her tongue crept out of her mouth.

Paige could hear the conversation going on overhead, and was now even more desperate to escape. She screamed for help at the top of her lungs, but her tiny voice had no chance of reaching the horny giants. Paige felt her prison shake as Beth’s tongue made contact with Duncan’s dick. His cock would be pressed into his pubes by her tongue only for it to stand back at an angle as her tongue moved away. This repeated until the small sliver of light coming from Duncan’s slit was suddenly blocked out. Paige knew this could only mean one thing. She tried to push against the inside of his cock to try to brace herself, but it was too slippery and she only ended up splashing in her cum ocean.

Angie grew more concerned for her friend as she saw Mrs. Lambert’s lips clasped around the tip of Duncan’s cock. It only amplified as her mouth descended his shaft, taking more and more inside. She could only hope Mrs. Lambert wasn’t the type to swallow.

Duncan enjoyed having Beth between his legs, bobbing her head as her tongue licked every bit of flavor from his dick. But now that he was lubed up, it was time to get on to the main attraction. Duncan lifted Beth’s head from his cock. He brought her over to the sofa and pinned her down.

“Are you ready?”

“Don’t forget to put on your condom. I need to have my big piece of meat wrapped.”

“I ran out. Don’t worry, I’ll pull out if I remember to.”

“What, no! I’m not on my birth control today! You can’t fuck me like that! What if I got pregnant? My husband would never forgive me!”

Normally, Duncan wasn’t the type to take no for an answer. There had been more than one occasion that a woman had refused to go farther with her, only to get fucked anyway. After all, when a person has the power to shrink women, it becomes far easier to dispose of evidence. But Duncan noticed movement on the other side of the room. He looked over to the entrance to the room he kept his tinies in. The doggy door was being held open, and a tiny was hiding behind it, ducking back out of view once she realized she had been noticed.

Emily? No, she hated seeing him with other women. Faith? Unlikely, she’s never expressed an interest in his playtime before. That can only mean … Angie. Duncan smirked. It seems like his little bug wanted a demonstration of what he could do. That wouldn’t be too much of a problem. He was sure he could come up with an arrangement for her, Beth, and himself.

If it’s a show Angie wants, it’s a show she’s going to get.*

Completely forgot to post this here. Here’s the latest chapter.

@technomage Thanks, mate! I do try to add a lot of detail, because it helps me to visualize the setting and come up with ideas I probably wouldn’t have otherwise. There’s going to be a lot of fun in the next 4-7 chapters that I think you’ll enjoy! (I want to say that the story is going to finish in the next four chapters, but chapters 10 and 11 are now the third instance of a chapter that I had to split. )

Not a bad start. I’m interested in seeing where this story goes!

Chapter 12: Stepping Stone

That night, Angie couldn’t sleep well. What she had seen that afternoon had been etched into her mind. She had terrible nightmares about what would have happened to her if she had failed on Monday. If she had been the one in Paige’s place. She tossed and turned all night. Thankfully, the bed was quite large, so she didn’t disturb Faith’s slumber. However, when Faith did wake up, she saw Angie having a fit in her sleep and tried to get her up.

“Angie, it’s okay! What’s wrong? Are you having a bad dream?”

Faith didn’t know the details on what happened to Paige yesterday, but she had enough information to piece together the jist of it. She felt bad for Paige, but if she was being completely honest with herself, she knew that Duncan had done worse before. She knew she had to be strong for Angie, however, so as Angie woke up with tears in her eyes, Faith did her best to comfort her. She didn’t know if she was doing a good job, since she really didn’t believe anything was going to get better. She knew better. But there was still an innocence to Angie. Faith didn’t know why, but she didn’t want Angie to give up.

Angie for her part was distraught. She still felt like she should have done something more for Paige. She was scared and did nothing. It didn’t matter that there was really nothing she could do. Her nose leaked and her eyes ran like faucets as Faith had to drag her to the ladder to start the Thursday morning routine. Faith ended up having to maneuver down the ladder with one hand on the ladder and the other around Angie.

As it turned out, though, that hadn’t actually been necessary. As Angie and Faith left the room with Emily shortly behind them, they discovered that Duncan had opted to sleep in. The living room was empty, and the door to Duncan’s room had a pair of panties hanging from them. Angie recognized them as the ones Mrs. Lambert wore last night. She must have forgotten to take them as she left, and Duncan had hung it as a trophy for Angie to see specifically.

Angie thought she was going to cry again, but no tears fell. She thought she would be sad, but all she felt was a slowly simmering anger. How dare Duncan? He kidnapped her and god knows how many other people. He forced them to do his work for him, because he was lazy, he tortured women for his amusement, he killed people for his sexual gratification. And he was genuinely proud of himself for that. Angie knew she was going to make Duncan pay for what he did. That she was going to stop him so that he never hurt anybody ever again!

Faith could tell that the mood had shifted, but that’s when Duncan finally made his appearance. He wasn’t dressed at all today, letting his assets swing free for everybody to see. Emily’s mouth watered at seeing her well-endowed stallion of a man.

“Good morning, bitches! Sorry I’m a bit late; pounding sluts in the ass for hours really takes a lot of wind out of your sails. Since Angie did such a good job yesterday, I decided to give her a treat. You see, I noticed my cute little vouyer scoping out my goods while I was having my private tutoring session. So no underwear for my daily foot rub today. But really Angie! If you wanted a peek, all you needed to do was ask.”

Neither Angie nor Emily took this well, though obviously for different reasons. But Duncan didn’t care as he plomped on the sofa and kicked his left foot up on the ottoman. He was about to grow Angie for the same setup as Tuesday, but Emily stepped up and insisted on tending to the left foot. Shrugging, Duncan grabbed Emily with his right hand as she grew in his grip up to eighteen inches tall.

For about an hour, Angie kneeled in the shadow of Duncan’s foot stewing in her own indignation as she licked the gigantic soles. Emily was really going the extra mile for Duncan, even more so than usual. She sucked each toe individually, then licked the sole and top of his foot. She even tried to massage his feet with her breasts. Faith was trying not to get in the way as was normal for her.

Duncan eventually went to get dressed before he made lunch. While Duncan was away, Angie noticed that his doorkeys were sitting on the table unattended. Remembering Paige’s last message to her, she figured she at least owed it to Paige to figure out what she was trying to get across.

But it wasn’t meant to be. Angie started hustling over to check on the keys, when she felt something whack her straight in the gut. She was sent rolling by the strike, feeling like she had been hit by oncoming traffic. She looked to see what she had been hit by, and was shocked to see Emily’s foot coming towards her. Emily towered above her, and apparently hadn’t noticed her underfoot. She tried to crawl away, but Emily’s sole rose over Angie and landed square on her legs. The pressure increased and Angie was legitimately scared that her legs would be reduced to mush. That’s when she heard something.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you there. You really should watch where you’re going. I know that just because a butt-ugly whore like you got to see Duncan’s cock on your first week, you think you own the damn place. That Duncan is just going to shove us all aside for you. But at your size, you can’t just run around doing what you want. Otherwise, somebody a lot bigger than you is going to crrrrush you underfoot!”

Emily punctuated that point by grinding Angie’s left ankle under the ball of her foot. Emily then continued walking as if nothing had happened. Angie tried to make her way to the table to check on Duncan’s keys, but her ankle was completely shot now. She limped to the table with no obvious way up. It didn’t matter anyway, since Duncan came back dressed just a few seconds after she reached the table.

Angie had at one point felt a bit of pity for Emily. She was stuck in such a horrible situation for the sake of a one-sided romance. But by now, Angie was just tired of her crap. And lunch only made things worse.

Duncan started bragging about his exploits with Mrs. Lambert. After all, since Angie already got to see it firsthand, it would be unfair if the others didn’t get to at least hear how I fucked that tramp.

“… and I had that whore practically begging for it. You saw it too, didn’t you Angie? That bitch had slept with a different student each week, but now that I’m in the picture, she’s already asked for another date. If a sexy slut like that could be towed in by me, imagine what it would have been like for a little virgin like Angie! How about it, Angie? Oh, but you couldn’t have Paige as an extra, because … well you know!”

Duncan started laughing, but he was the only one. After that, Emily started acting even more hostile to Angie, and Angie started acting even more hostile to Duncan. Angie wanted to leave, not wanting to be subject to any more of Duncan’s degrading comments. She couldn’t though, because her busted ankle kept her from going up or down the ladder attached to the table. She finally got some reprieve, when Emily “accidentally” knocked her off the table. If she hadn’t landed in Duncan’s lap, then rolled down his boots, she would have taken a nasty splat onto the floor.

After lunch, Emily was finally shrunken down. She once again donned her black dress and hid inside Duncan’s sleeve. The pair left, and Duncan locked up behind them, leaving Angie alone with Faith once more.*

Things have certainly gotten heated this episode between Angie and Emily. And it only gets hotter next time, so tune in to find out what happens next.

Tell me what you think! Definitely interested in hearing your opinions on this one.

Chapter 13: Bitter Rivalry

Without Duncan and Emily’s presence to keep the fire of anger alive inside Angie, her fear and anguish began to set in again. Angie had no plan for how to go forward. She wanted to plot an escape route now that she was no longer under the nose of her captor, but he was thoroughly emotionally drained

Faith gave Angie a hug. She remembered everything she went through when Duncan kidnapped her. She remembered the grief and desperation to return to the people who loved her. She had needed a friend back then more than ever, but what people there were were either unsympathetic or lost their lives for Duncan’s amusement. She wanted to be there for Angie no matter what.

Angie held Faith tightly. “Thank you! I’m just … I’m just overwhelmed right now. I don’t sniff I don’t know what I’d do without you. When hic when we’re alone at the house … when hic Duncan takes us both on school days…”

Faith held Angie close, but those last words brought something to mind that hadn’t even occurred to her to be concerned about. So many things had happened over the last few days, and the situation hadn’t come up until now. Angie could tell that Faith wasn’t telling her something.

“Faith, what’s hic wrong?”

“Well, the class I help Duncan with is pretty easy. And the instructor doesn’t really do much instructing. So usually Duncan just skips that class when there isn’t a test he needs to take or collect. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be joining you out for a while.”

Angie felt her heart sink into her stomach. For three days a week, she was going to be alone with Duncan, doing god knows what. Duncan could do anything to her and nobody would ever know. This was going to be her life from this point forward. She dropped to her knees and just started sobbing.

Faith brought Angie over to the ottoman and snuggled up with her. Angie knew that this wouldn’t last, and that tomorrow, she was going to have to navigate life as Duncan’s bracelet and toy alone. But for right now, with Faith by her side, everything felt all right. She was able to calm down and think more clearly. But by that time, their time alone together had already subsided and the jangling of the padlock outside indicated that their captor had returned.

He and Emily both seemed to be in a good mood today, talking about what a great job Duncan had done in the lab today. Angie knew that Duncan had probably just let Emily do all the work, but Duncan kept on going on about it like it was his accomplishment. She felt her blood boil as the anger that had dissipated earlier was back in full force.

Emily was dropped to the ground while Duncan went to prepare something for dinner. As Emily went to check on Duncan, she saw Angie glaring at her. She knew that Angie didn’t like her, but the feeling was mutual. The little skank was getting between her and Duncan, and that wasn’t something she could just let slide.

Never in Emily’s entire life had she felt less certain that Duncan cared about her than today. She had always been Duncan’s favorite tiny woman, ever since he shrunk her down in her freshman year of high school. She was constantly bullied by the popular girls, who would mock her fairly unimpressive appearance on good days, and physically beat her on bad days. She was smart, but the people around her resented her. The school never believed her about any of this, and her parents were always away at work. She had worried that there was nothing better for her until she met Duncan.

Emily had never met somebody like Duncan before. He appreciated her intelligence, gave her the affection she’d always felt was missing, and even stood up against the bullies that had been tormenting her. So when Duncan offered her a chance to escape her life, she took it. Duncan shrunk her and took her home. From there, their relationship blossomed. Duncan gave her everything she could ever want. All she needed to do was simply give him a bit of help in class, and she would get everything she wanted in life.

Other women entered and left Duncan’s life over the years, especially after he moved on to one of the best colleges in the country thanks to her excellent work. But Emily had known none of them ever meant as much to Duncan as she did. She was the only one to always do what she was told even when it was unpleasant. She was the only one to be with him from the first time he ever acquired his powers. She was the only one that had lasted more than a few months. She knew that they would be together forever.

That is, until yesterday. Not only had Duncan started looking Angie’s way, but apparently he had also started a long-term relationship with that gross perverted film teacher. Emily had never been more afraid of losing everything. While they were out, Duncan was bragging to one of his friends about how great his night with Mrs. Lambert had been. Emily really didn’t want to hear this discussion, but by the time it ended, she was glad she did. A certain piece of information came out that Emily was certain would fix both of her problems at one.

So Angie could give Emily as many dirty looks as she pleased. Emily didn’t care even a bit if she glared at her, or hurled insults at her, or even hit her. Angie may as well get all of her anger and vitriol out now. After all, …

… Today was going to be Angie’s final day.

Dinner concluded without much issue. The shrunken women had all gotten their fill. Duncan hadn’t shown particular roughness with any of the girls, and one would think that the day would proceed smoothly from there. But Emily had other ideas.

“Dunkie, can I ask you a favor?”

“What do you want, bitch? Why the hell are you bothering me?”

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it.” she said as she allowed the sleeves of her dress to slide down to her chest, giving an ample view of her cleavage.

“After all, being around somebody as handsome and smart and powerful as you all day? Of course that would make me feel this way.” The dress now rested entirely on her hips. Her breasts swung free as she started to bend over.

“I can’t hold back any longer. I need you!” She sat down as she kicked the dress away beneath the kitchen table. She spread her legs for everybody to see between. Her labia was puffy, red, and practically engorged. Syrupy liquid oozed from her folds. Duncan looked down at her with a hungry smirk on his face, like a lion looking down from a rock at an injured gazelle.

Duncan picked her up in his right hand as Emily began to grow. Soon, she went from standing comfortably in one hand to Duncan needing both hands to hold her. Then she grew to three feet tall, four feet tall, five feet tall … By the time she was done growing, she was actually about a head taller than Duncan.

Emily put her right arm around Duncan possessively, stroking his chest with her left finger. “I know you must be feeling so pent up after that cunt of a teacher wouldn’t let you into her pussy. If it had been me, I wouldn’t have left a man like you without giving him what he wants. So why don’t I fix her mistake? I can’t let my man get emasculated like that after all!”

Emily sat down on the kitchen table, causing it to creak beneath the naked bombshell. “I know we don’t have that braindead bimbo Paige anymore, but we still have plenty of disposable little homework slaves to play with.”

She reached behind her and grabbed one of the tiny women. “They exist for you! Any one of them …” she said as she realized she grabbed Faith instead of Angie. She quickly swapped the two out behind her back hoping Duncan wouldn’t notice. “ … would be good enough for a little fun. Please! You know you want to.” she said stroking the bulge in Duncan’s pants.

Duncan brought Emily and Angie into his room, and closed the door.*

We’ve got a longer chapter this time. Mostly its the set up for next chapter, but we have some interesting stuff here. If you were interested in learning more about Emily as a character, this is definitely the chapter for you.

Chapter 5: Freed

Grant grabbed the tiny and his cigarette in one swift motion. Grasping both in his left hand he brought them both to his face. The breath left Jack’s lungs once when he was squeezed between Grant’s fingers and again when he looked into Grant’s eyes. It was like coming face to face with a god in the flesh. Grant was so close to climax. He had one more tiny to finish the job, so he was going to make it count.

“Alright, little guy. Maybe you’ll have better luck. Tell me who you are and what you hope to do with your life. It better be good, because if you disappoint me, I’ve got some extra special punishments in store.”

Jack gulped audibly. His body began to shut down from the pressure of being judged by Grant. He was in the presence of Death Incarnate. Every friend he’d had that came before him disappeared in a gruesome fashion. Then, he spoke without thinking.

“My name is Jack. I honestly had many dreams, but none of them matter anymore! After all, my future is up to your whims. My life is held in your cruel uncaring grasp. If you wante-”

SMACK

Jack was slapped hard in the face. Jack was a bit stunned. He hadn’t even seen what hit him. At least, he thought he had been slapped. That assumption was called into question by an oozing sensation trailing from his forehead down to his eyes. Jack wiggled a hand free and tried to feel whatever was snaking its way down his face. A white, oozing strand stretched between his head and palm as he brought his hand back.

Looking down, it became clear what had happened. Grant’s masturbation had finally come to bear fruits. The sofa cushion, the hardwood floor, and Jack himself had been splattered by his ejaculation.

Grant had felt a bit awkward about the whole thing. He had even planned to bring out his old snuff box to really get himself in the mood. But now his fun had ended prematurely. Grant was coming off his power high, and didn’t want to even bother. Jack’s reverence and humility in the face of his executioner had, in fact, saved him in the end.

Jack felt Grant’s grip loosen. Jack grasps at Grant’s fingers to hold on, as the drop down to the hardwood floor is staggering at his size. Grant indifferently dropped the small man to the ground. Time stopped for Jack as he was embraced by empty air. Jack collapsed to the ground with a thud that echoed through his body. His legs snapped like cheap tent poles in a hurricane. One of his ribs cracked. His fingers bent at an awkward angle from when he tried to catch his fall. Yet still he lived.

Jack looked up at the mammoth that dropped him. His cowhide boots stretched like a canyon wall into the sky. Grant leant down and pierced Jack with his judging gaze.

“Look, Jack. I’m really not in the mood right now. So why don’t you clean off my boots? If you do a good enough job, I’ll let you go free. How does that sound, bug?”

Jack was stunned by the opportunity he was just given. Dragging his body forward, he closed the short distance between himself and the boot with more difficulty than he would have liked. Having nothing to clean the boots with, Jack desperately licked the side of Grant’s boot. It was dusty and a bit metallic, but Jack didn’t find it as horrible as he thought he was going to. He looked up at the half-naked god that had just a few moments ago destroyed his friends for his own sexual gratification, looking for any sign that his act of submission pleased the sadistic giant.

Grant was smoking the last cigarette, only glancing down every once in a while to make sure Jack was doing his job. He was actually making a shocking amount of progress, already cleaning off the toe section of the second boot. As his cig wound down to its end, Jack had licked the boots spotless. The crippled little bug awaited his final judgment.

“Not bad, little guy. Well, I’m a man of my word! You’re free to leave if you want.”

Jack’s heart leapt in his chest. He had secured his own safety through obedience to his new deity. He briefly considered hiding in Grant’s house to watch him pass his unfair verdicts on other unsuspecting college students, but he suddenly got the feeling something was terribly wrong. Grant had finished his cig, but instead of grinding it out in the ashtray, he dropped it to the floor, right next to his body. Grant lifted his right foot over the cigarette butt. Jack realized he too was in its shadow.

He crawled away as fast as he could, but with his hands and legs as busted up as they were. There was no way to get out. Jack couldn’t figure out what he’d done wrong. He had appeased this behemoth! He was being let free! What had he done to have this all turn around on him.

Grant saw Jack begging for forgiveness. He went on and on about being sorry about whatever it was that had made him go back on his word about freeing him. Grant wasn’t completely sure why his prisoners always believed him when he said they could go free, but it always amused him. Obviously he lied about that. After all, if Jack had gone to the authorities, Grant could get in serious trouble once all the missing persons cases started connecting up to him. Whatever the reason, the Jack’s screams for forgiveness were getting Grant hard again.

Grant pressed the sole of his boot onto the cigarette grinding it underneath him along with Jack’s body. He took his time mixing his guts and cigarette ash under his foot, spreading the dirty red stain around. Grant finally let up and took off his shoes to get a better look at his handiwork. Nothing was even slightly recognizable about the small victim.

Now that he had no more victims to play with, Grant slipped on some underwear and his pants. Digging through his pants pockets, he found what he was looking for, the cigarette packet. He still had about 8 cigarettes left of the original 25 before he finished the pack. He knew smoking a pack a day wasn’t great for his health, but it certainly was worse for the health of the little people he surrounded himself with, and that was all that mattered to him. The night was still young, and if he hurried, he could still raid a bar or two to finish off the night, and his pack.

Grant put his boots back on and went to find his next group of tiny people, leaving bloody footprints behind him.*

Wow, we’ve finally reached the end of this saga. Please let me know in the future whether you want more of these fan participation projects! This was fun, and I hope you all enjoyed the story.