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This chapter is a bit experimental. This chapter is told entirely in monologue by Reginald Bordeaux. A few big warnings on this one. This chapter uses a lot more foul language and has a lot more sexual undertones. It also heavily involves a lot of hard vore this time. So be warned. Thank you all for enjoying my stories. I hope you all enjoy.

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The speaker in the back of the room crackled to life as Reginald Bordeaux told his story.

“See, the day before yesterday, I was helping out in the lab. We’d been having trouble with the Incorperant experiment. A bunch of staff kept quitting with no notice. Didn’t call, didn’t die. Just went missing. The entire thing had me pretty spooked. Felt like the position was haunted.”

Dr. Charter cut in.

“Can we please keep on topic?”

The small intern was taken a bit aback but continued.

“Right, well, I was supposed to help Dr. Fogarty with one of his samples. The way he told it, he had been experimenting with one of the petri dishes, and the population of cells multiplied rapidly. Apparently, things got so bad he had to pull me and my friend Riyah from the intern program to help him now that Jay was the only assistant on hand. We were expecting him to bark orders at us the second we came through the door, but there was nothing. He was just gone. I didn’t want to be there anymore, so I tried to put the petri dish back in containment, when poof! I was out like a light.”

“When I finally came to, I was about the size I am now. It was a heck of a sight, let me tell yah. Even now, looking up at all of you, it’s amazing how overwhelming it all is. But anyways, I ran into Riyah, Jay, and the Doc, all just as small as me. Well, Jay was a bit smaller, but he’s always been a shorty. Not that I’m much to talk anymore.”

“So Dr. Fogarty started yelling at us for touching the sample. Riyah started panicking, but I tried to stay calm. I tried to ask him what’s what, but then Jay started screaming his head off! Dr. Fogarty turned around and said we need to run.”

“When I looked where he was pointing, there were two massive figures walking towards us. Both seemed humanoid on the surface, though every time they looked at the two again, something new just seemed off. The pair had weird green skin that you could see right through. Neither seemed to have feet. Rather, where their feet should be, a pile of goop pooled at their ankles keeping them upright. Their hands occasionally dripped away, only to reform seconds later. It was a strange sight to be sure.”

“Of course, the two couldn’t be more different in appearance though. The figure on the right was curvy and feminine. She had unnaturally wide hips and a large chest. I hate to say it, but she was quite a looker. Her face was a bit jacked up though. She didn’t have a mouth, per se. She could talk and all that. Don’t really know how she could talk, but she could. Her voice was pretty sultry and all, but I couldn’t see a way for her to do it. She also had big expressive eyes. I could swear she could see my soul through those creepy eyes of hers. Well, at least it seemed that way. Her eyes were just as slimy and gooey as the rest of her body, so they might have been for show.”

“The left figure though was a real piece of work. Muscular as all get out. At least, I think they were muscles. They were shaped like muscles, but they looked just as goopy as everything else. A full six pack. Calves you could bounce a coin off of. Thick shoulders and huge pecs. The whole works. He was also naked. Well, I guess the lady was also naked, but well, this guy…”

Reggie held his hand out as wide as he could away from each other.

“… let’s just say he was pretty well endowed.”

Reggie cleared his throat a bit, clearly looking embarrassed as the military men gave him judging looks.

“Anyway, his face was kinda the opposite of the lady’s. While the first had no mouth, this one had no eyes. Not even a hole where they should be. It was like he had a sheet over the top part of his face. Not the bottom though. God, I’ve been seeing those teeth in my nightmares. Sharp and jagged as all get out. And when he laughed, you could see his long tongue sticking out. Looked like the devil himself.”

“Then, the guy one says, ‘Look what we have here! Looks like we caught up to the little appetizer platter. Hello, humans! My name’s Drone! And you little things get to have the privilege of getting added to this magnificent fucking body! We’re not just any Incorperants, after all. We’re Queen’s spawn! We’re going to run this worthless little world.’ And if that wasn’t enough, the other one started throwing a fit. ‘Not fair, Drone! I’m hungry too! And you got to eat the janitors we ran into last time.’ No clue how she even said that without a mouth! And he said, ‘Yeah, and they added all this to me too!’ And then he flexed his muscles hard.”

“Of course, we ran away. The guy was going to catch us, but Riyah tripped and the woman snatched her up. ‘Ha, I got the first one.’ ‘No fair, Worker! I was the one who found them.’ And she said, ‘Yeah, and I was the one to eat them!’”

“And then the strangest thing happened. Her fist closed around Riyah’s body. At first, it looked like she was gonna get crushed in her fist. But then her skin started peeling off. You could even see it through the giant woman’s fist. She was peeling away layer by layer into nothing. Riyah didn’t even put up a fight. What was weirder, As each layer peeled off, the woman got just a bit bustier. Her hips swelled up. She got taller. Like, a head taller than the guy tall. And that’s when she opened her mouth. She says, ‘Hey Drone, check it out!’ and starts prodding her teeth with her tongue.”

“So Drone says, ‘yeah I know. Check out what you can do with them.’ So he picks up Jay and dangles him about his open maw. Jay begged for his life, but it didn’t do him any good. Drone dropped Jay through the air and caught him with his teeth. Now, those teeth looked just as gooey as the rest of him, but I can assure you it wasn’t. Jay screamed as Drone chewed him to bits. When I turned around from running, I saw blood run down his mouth and chin. You could see Jay’s dismembered body through his mouth. It was some of the most fucked up shit I’ve ever seen.”

“I managed to hide under a snag in the carpet. The Doc wasn’t so lucky. Worker crawled on all fours over to Dr. Fogarty. Drone was busy growing bigger. His muscles got bigger. His height grew. His…”

Reggie looked a bit embarrassed. Dr. Charter coughed.

“Yes, all of him got bigger. What next?”

“So, Worker caught the doctor and was about to chew him up like Jay. But Drone came in and tipped her chin up. I watched as Dr. Fogarty sank into her guts. You could see him through her stomach. At first, he was struggling. But eventually, he just gave up. It seemed at the end, he even felt comfortable with it all. And so Worker says, ‘Let’s go tell Queen about all the humans we added to ourselves.’ And they walked away.”

As the soldiers processed the story they had been told, a voice came from near the stretcher.

“My, how dreadful! I do apologize for my children’s manners!”

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How did the Queen breach the security to get into the restricted area? How will the military react to this meeting of the minds? And is there anything that could possibly stop…

THE EMERGENCE OF THE INCORPERANTS!

Find out next time in Chapter 5: Diplomacy

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Chapter 7: Shift in Atmosphere

Hanz gazed longingly at the tank full of tinies as though perusing an all-you-can-eat buffet. It was rare Hanz got to look down at people. The 5’2” goth was pretty used to being shoved around even by high-schoolers in the area. He’d always wished he was a bit taller. Then the shifters arrive. They were everything he had always wished for. People who couldn’t look down on him. People who would respect and fear him.

People he could use however he wanted.

Ernest was a little put off by the whole thing. He knew Hanz was a kinky little bitch boy. Nobody would let him do half the shit Hanz let him do in just five minutes of knowing him. And it wasn’t like Ernest was all that gung-ho to protect the shifters either. He’d love the shifter problem to go away, and if Hanz is getting off while dealing with it, all the better. But something about keeping what was essentially a talking beetle to worship your dick just sat oddly with him.

Ernest walked over to check on Hanz as he lifted Stephanie and Katie out of their new habitat. Hanz turned around and his smug, sadistic smirk turned to a needy, submissive gaze back at his roommate, trying once again not to just stare at the bulge stretching his underwear.

Katie had become accustomed to the fact that her small stature would make the people of this world look much bigger. So she was legitimately shocked at exactly how big Ernest actually was. Hanz was only at eye level with Ernest’s chest. Ernest’s 6’4” height, his rippling muscles, and his confident demeanor couldn’t have contrasted more with the scrawny, short, effeminate roommate.

As Hanz’s eyes drifted down once more, Hanz gave him a smug smirk. As weird as he thought Hanz’s interests were, he still knew exactly how to work up his short sub.

“What’s the matter? Are my undergarments making you uncomfortable?”

Hanz turned beet red and turned away completely.

“No! I mean, yes! I mean… maybe a little?”

“Oh, poor thing! Maybe I should just take these off then.”

Ernest’s finger dug into the front of his underwear and he started slowly sliding them down his body. Hanz’s eyes transfixed on the sweaty muscle man’s crotch until finally, a thick rod emerged from within. Katie and Hanz both gazed in wonder at the sheer size of it.

“Can I…”

“Put the bugs back, and then we’ll see”

“But can I just… It’ll feel really good, I promise!”

Ernest didn’t really know what Hanz had in mind, but he was hardly prudish about trying new things. Besides, seeing his new roommate already weak in the knees made him want to do unspeakable things to him.

“Fine, just this once.”

Hanz’s eyes lit up like Christmas tree lights. Katie’s body lurched as Hanz brought her to his mouth. He placed the scared woman onto his tongue and snapped his jaw shut. Katie tried to kick and punch against the wall of teeth in front of her, but his captor’s tongue knocked her off balance over and over again. Each time, she would rush forward and try again to free herself. But in the dark and constantly disoriented by the shifting of the tongue, she soon found herself unable to distinguish forward from backwards.

The light shone inside the dark, damp cave of Hanz’s mouth only for a short time, however, as something else entered his maw. But it was just enough light to see exactly what it was that would be joining her. After all, the glistening slit and surrounding bush had already burned itself into Katie’s mind. Hanz’s tongue scooped her up and pressed her into the warm, pulsing rod as it scoured it from top to bottom, dragging Katie along for the ride. Saliva filled Katie’s mouth and nose. Every time she could get them clear enough to breathe in, she would find herself smothered against the titanic cock above her.

Katie tried to grab anything to free herself. A tooth, a uvula, anything that would help her free herself from the smothering presence of the cock and tongue. Her wish would unfortunately be granted. As she kicked and crawled at everything and anything her foot became jammed. Whatever her foot had caught, it quickly dragged her away from danger. Or at least that’s what she thought. As she finally sucked in air, she felt around and realized exactly where she was. Her foot had gotten wedged in Ernest’s foreskin. She pushed against the tip of the cock when her entire world lurched.

For all Ernest’s skepticism, the blowjob wasn’t half bad. The light squirming against his cock in addition to the generous licks from his new fuckboy was already getting him hard faster than usual. Out of nowhere, he felt his foreskin get suddenly stimulated. The little shifter was simultaneously peeling at his foreskin, and massaging his tip with her tiny little hands. Ernest grabbed Hanz’s head and really started ramming him. He sat back down on the bed, dragging his newest friend with benefits with him.

Hanz was practically in heaven. On the one hand, he had two tiny bitches at his mercy. One was being mercilessly battered against his lover’s cock by his tongue, and Stiffy was face first dragged against his own cock, licking and serving it like it was her god. On the other hand, the giant beefy hunk that had already taken him for all he had a few nights ago was now using him as little more than a human cocksleeve for his own enjoyment. His strong hands clamped the sides of his head as the behemoth’s thick dick penetrated his throat pussy. He could feel each thrust against his choker. It was the practically the perfect combination of overwhelming domination and obedient submission.

Normally, when Hanz used Stiffy to jack off, he would gently massage her into his throbbing erection. He always took his time to really soak in the sheer humiliation of his shrunken toy. He would alternate between rough play and softer play to keep her alive to serve him another day. Today, though, he was relentlessly horny. As Hanz dutifully served Ernest’s erection, he gave no consideration at all to the tiny woman dutifully serving his own erection. The skin began to peel from her muscle. She couldn’t even scream as a wall of musky flesh smothered her.

Katie slammed against the back of Hanz’s throat. She could see the gaping hole into the abyss of his stomach. She latched onto the side of Ernest’s cock and climbed forward along its side. She made it only half way along when she was once again swatted by the tongue. She was almost lapped up completely when a sudden surge of white liquid surged up from behind her.

Ernest moaned as he reached climax. He emptied his balls right into the awaiting submissive’s mouth. “God, was getting this guy’s number a great idea”, he thought to himself. Hanz opened his mouth for him and showed him the stew of splooge inside. Floating in the ocean of white was the shifter that had been forced against his sensitive tip. Hanz looked up at him like a god judging his followers.

“Should I shwollow, mashtew?”

“No, spit that out. You can’t go around eating bugs you find off the ground. It’s not sanitary.”

Thick white cream spills from Hanz’s mouth as Katie takes a goopy ride down the corner of his mouth, onto the front of his shirt as he sits in a heap on the ground. Ernest picks the small, cum-covered woman out of the growing stain on the front of his fuckmate’s shirt. He took her over to the bathroom to clean her off while Hanz assessed the damage on Stiffy.

Stiffy was basically no more. What used to be a fully formed woman was now red goop splattered across his hand and cock. He was a bit disappointed that the toy he had been training for almost a month had broken in a moment of horny weakness. But he could get over it. After all, he had so many new toys now.

Ernest put the stopper down in the sink. Once the water rose, he squirted some soap into the pool of water and placed Katie inside. The water was surprisingly comfy. Not too warm and not too cold. She was a bit surprised to have such nice accommodations, especially after what had happened. Katie scrubbed and scrubbed. She felt gross all over, but was at least glad to get this mess off of herself. It slowly began to wash away.

Ernest looked down at the bathing shifter. He had to admit, the small one certainly knew how to make a person feel over the moon. Perhaps Hanz was onto something with this one. Besides, it was cute watching the little thing scrubbing the cum and spit out of her hair.

Once Katie felt sufficiently clean, she tried to climb the side of the sink. Her wet feet couldn’t get any traction on the smooth sink walls. She slid backwards into the water again. Ernest gave her a soft smile and lifted her up onto a hand towel. Even the hand towel was too impractically large at her size to use properly, but using one of the corners, she tried her best.

As she struggled lifting the heavy cloth, Katie felt the ground around her shake and rise into the air. As Ernest picked up the shifter and the towel, he curled the ends of the towel around her. Initially, she panicked as the walls closed in around her. But instead of crushing her, Ernest was shockingly gentle. Her world was surrounded in a blanket of warm fuzz, slowly and softly drying her from every angle. Ernest was careful not to hurt her. She shut her eyes and let the gentle movement around her carry her body.

As Ernest unfolded the hand towel, the shifter lay down in his palm, seemingly fast asleep. Its eyes fluttered open and it blushed seeing him look at her. She tried to cover herself, which only caused Ernest to give a little chuckle.

He went back to the main room and placed Katie back into the terrarium set up for her. Hannah ran over to hug her as Ernest walked away. They simply embraced each other, glad to be together again. Katie was exhausted from the experience she just endured. She slowly drifted off in the middle of the day to the feeling of Hannah’s arms around her, and the sound of Ernest giving Hanz another round.*

Katie avoided a terrible fate this time, but will it last? Will the trio be able to navigate their new position as Hanz’s pets? And how has this changed the atmosphere around Ernest’s dormroom? Find out next time!

Lana shook and trembled while taped down on the desk. Max had just crushed eight women to death between his toes. He attempted to calm her down, but she was beside herself with fear.

Max dumped the remaining five women from his pouch onto the desk alongside Lana. They all had heard the commotion outside and could only imagine the worst. Max couldn’t really blame them. After all, from their perspective, this must really feel like the end for them. They were all going to be sacrificed to help his friend adjust to the world she found herself in. He felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for his size and a reaffirmed resolve to save Lana from herself.

“Now you five have a very important task. See my tiny friend taped to the desk? I need you to set a good example for her. So I expect you all to obey everything I tell you. If you don’t, the consequences will be severe. Do you understand?”

One of the women panicked and made a dash for the edge of the desk. She was about to jump when she peered over the edge. The vertical drop was far more than she could handle. She hesitated for a single moment, but a moment was all it took. Max’s hand descended from above like a bolt of lightning and smashed her like a mosquito. Max looked at her, then wiped his hand on his shirt. It made his hand feel less icky, but it left a pretty noticeable stain. He would have to wash that out later.

“That’s what happens to bad examples. If you value your lives, you’ll be good examples to our friend Lana from now on. If you understand, kneel.”

Not one of the small survivors remained standing after that display. Soon not a single person among the four were standing upright, falling on their hands and knees hoping that their ordeal would end. Max was pretty relieved that they submitted so easily. It was clear Lana wasn’t taking these deaths well, so the smoother things went from here, the better. Looking over the remaining four women, he mulled over his decision for who to start the next lesson with. Looking over the group, he noticed one that was perfect for the demonstration.

The woman in question had long brown hair, cute dimpled cheeks, and toned abs just like Lana. Her rear was round and bubbly, and her chest was about medium-ish. She was even about a centimeter taller than the others, so she would be easy to see. She was the perfect dummy to demonstrate the next lesson with.

Snatching up the poor soul, Max lifted her between two of his fingers and held her above Lana and the rest of the group.

“I think you’ll be helping me with my demonstration next. What’s your name?”

“Sh-sheryll! My name is Sheryll. Please, don’t hurt me! I have money! I can give you whatever you want. Just please don’t…”

“I’m not going to hurt you. Well, at least as long as you obey. Can you do that for me, Sheryll?”

She nodded quickly. Every eye was on Max and Sheryll, unsure of what Max would do to the poor woman. They didn’t want to see, but couldn’t turn away.

“Good. Only a short while ago, my friend La-la got into a bit of a tough situation. She was accosted by a guy at the bar. They got into a fight and La-la was almost killed. He would have squashed her if I hadn’t rescued her. So now we have to help Lana how to survive these sorts of scrapes. So Sheryll, I want to touch your body. Are you going to be a good example and let me, or are you going to be a bad example?”

Sheryll started to cry, but she didn’t really have any other choice. She was already between his fingers and had nowhere to escape to. She tensed up. With no options left, she simply responded, “Do it.”

Delighted how easily he managed to convince her to help, Max pinched the bottom of Sheryll’s shirt and peeled it over her head. His thumb kneaded at her breasts long enough to get the point across, but short enough, he hoped, to not cause too much discomfort to his new model. He made sure Lana got a really good look at exactly what was going on. She needed to know what she was in for. He figured it would be better for her to be prepared when this eventually happened to her someday. The terrified woman was whimpering in Max’s grasp, though he couldn’t hear it.

Lana watched in horror as her best friend molested a woman in front of her eyes, and one that looked very similar to herself. The tape tugged the hair on her head as she tried to rip herself free, but couldn’t move an inch. Looking into the eyes of her captor’s victim, she saw just how defeated her stare truly was. It was the look of someone who had given up completely.

Satisfied, Max placed Sheryll on the floor. “That’s enough now. Thank you for helping me with my demonstration. You can go now.” The worn-out, half-naked woman stared at the man who not but a few seconds ago violated her confused, so Max elaborated. “Go on. I’m sure you don’t want to stay around here. I don’t need you for anything else. You’ve already been a big help for somebody so small. Just head down the hall and when you get to the front of the house, use the doggy door to leave.”

Sheryll didn’t need to be told twice. She bolted away before the giant could change his mind. Max turned back to the table and readied for the next lesson. Lana shook as he snatched up another woman to do god knows what to.

This class was far from over.

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Chapter 6: The End?

Clint woke up with a clanging headache in the middle of a wooded area. The first thing he noticed was that he no longer seemed to be small. The second thing was that he seemed to be in the middle of the park near his house, tucked somewhat out of sight.

He was certain that what he had experienced was real. There was no way all of his memories between being in the locker room and ending in the park would just disappear like that. The headache he received from hitting his head was still there. He stood up and realized he felt uncomfortable. Looking down, he realized he was still wearing the maid outfit!

Everything was too bizarre for the baffled high school senior, so he made his way back home, trying not to be seen in the odd costume. As he scampered away, he puzzled over his situation. On the one hand, it seemed imperative that he let the authorities know what Adam had done. On the other, his story seemed outrageously far-fetched, and he knew that a cheap looking maid costume was hardly decisive evidence.

Arriving back home before his parents, Clint went to his room and flopped onto the bed, comforted in the face that he was his normal size. He remembered the cruel torment Adam had put him through. How he had shrunk and crushed so many of his friends with a cruel grin on his face. The power he held over them and his willingness to use it to execute the tiny people with impunity. How he had even used his tormentees as cum rags until they broke. His superiority…

Clint came to his senses, realizing he had spaced out. He then noticed that his hand was down the front of his skirt. He yanked it out, disgusted with himself. He threw off all the garments he was wearing, changing into something more comfortable. He knew he had to do something about the maid outfit. He didn’t want his parents to see it, but he wanted to keep it handy in case the trail of the murdered bullies ever traced back to Adam. He threw the maid outfit into the back of his closet hidden under a few old boxes.

The next day, the beleaguered jock came into school in a hoodie and a pair of baggy sweatpants. News had already gotten around that a number of the school’s athletes had gone missing, along with the school’s coach. The police were on the search, but Clint knew that they wouldn’t find anything. After all, there was nothing to find except a few miniscule red splotches that a janitor had probably already cleaned up by now.

During his first period class, Adam sat directly in front of Clint. On his way to his seat, Adam flashed the frightened classmate a satisfied smirk. Clint’s mind raced as he rushed to his seat. Looking down, it seems that Adam was wearing his own shoes instead of the ones he stole from Bruce and smothered him inside. But the feet that had done the smothering were still there, slid completely out of Adam’s sandals, playfully taunting Clint. They both knew what atrocities those feet were capable of.

Clint spent the rest of the day on edge, watching out behind himself in case Adam ever decided to finish what he started. When the final period started and gym rolled around, Clint was the only person there. Most of that class had gone missing under mysterious circumstances, so it had been given to the few who remained as a free period. A couple of students had just gone home, but Clint wanted to look around the lockers to see if he could find anything to nail down Adam. As he searched, he noticed a rustling from inside the trash can. Could it possibly be…

It was! Peeking inside the garbage bin, he spotted the shrunken form of his friend Zack. He was shivering from the cold and frightened for his life, but he still lived. Clint cupped his hands and lowered it into the trash can. Zach looked up and recognized Clint. Relieved, he stepped onto his palm. The poor scared tiny was relieved to have reunited with his friend at a time like this.

“Oh thank god, it’s you! I can’t believe it. I thought for sure I was the last one left. Everybody else seemed to have been either smashed underfoot or taken out unaware by the cleaning staff. How did you manage to escape? And for that matter, how did you bring yourself back to normal?”

“It’s a long story. For now, I’m going to put you in my hoodie pocket. Just stay quiet, and I’ll get you some help.”

Zach went deep inside Clint’s pocket and snuggled up, warming himself after being naked in the trash all night. Clint knew well that Zach was the only hope he would ever have of bringing down Adam. He thought about all the people Adam had ended under his soles, in his mouth, in his grasp, and even against his cock. With this proof, it could all be made right. Zach hopped into his car with urgency.

Clint stepped out of his car and made his way over to the house. This was it. This would be the final confrontation. He had to make sure he did this right. He walked directly up to the door and knocked. The man who answered gave him the cold glare, as if to convey disappointment in him.

“Really? After everything you still haven’t learned? Are you going to try to beat me up and take my gun? That won’t work; I don’t keep the shrink ray at home. I would watch your back when you go to school tomorrow if I were you, because it looks like you’re in need of some more punishme…”

Clint removed the shrunken man from his pocket. Adam realized that he must have missed somebody before. Realizing he could be caught, he tried to run away to collect his shrink ray, but the hoodie-sporting man grabbed him by the arm and wouldn’t let go. It was all over for him. He would be brought to the police and made to pay for his crimes.

Clint brought the arm he was latched onto closer and pried the fist attached open, placing the small man inside. Zach and Adam were stunned, not sure what was going on, until Clint let go of Adam. He grabbed the bottom of the hoodie and pulled it over his head to show the maid outfit hiding beneath.

Adam smiled as his fist closed around the last remaining shrunken pet. It seems he made a good choice in letting this one live after all. He guided Clint into his home, squeezing the life out of Zach as they made their way inside.

FIN

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Part 2: Homeward Bound

Peter eased off the brake and rolled backwards out of the parking spot. He threw the car into drive, and gave the car just a slight bit of acceleration to get the car moving. Mary stared transfixed at the spectacle below as Harold had his turn beneath Peter.

Harold fared a bit better than Barney under Peter’s sandal. He had a fair bit more muscle than his brake-bound compatriot from actually working out, but Peter was the size of a skyscraper to the shrunken muscleman. His real advantage was that Peter didn’t take very good care of his shoes, and the sandal had a slight gash that Harold managed to fit into. It was hardly a welcoming prospect to be jammed in his sole like a grain of dirt, but he was surviving.

Upon reflection, Harold wished he had been a bit more selective with his flings. He had an uncomfortable gut feeling that Mary saw their relationship as something more than FWB when she kept comparing him to her creep of an ex. At first, he thought it was just to set the mood. But as time went on, it became more and more clear that Mary saw him not as a sex patner like he saw her, but as a boyfriend.

It came to a head when Mary found him with this 9/10 cutie he had been putting the moves on for a good hour. Mary caused a huge stink and blew up at him. Harold had enough and told her to never contact him again. It was only a few months later that he would be accosted by her outside the supermarket. Before Harold knew what was happening, Mary had him in her clutches to play her sick games.

Mary watched the tiny man squirm to try and stay safe. She had tormented this bastard over and over again, but had never seen it as a bystander before, watching a shrunken person struggle beneath a completely indifferent and uncaring giant. Mary, in her drunken state, slightly peeled her panties away and slipped her fingers into her sopping wet pussy lips.

Peter was overall very uncomfortable as he took his friend home. Mary had done nothing since he got behind the wheel, except to stare longingly at his toes and drool. He had heard of foot fetishes before, but he hadn’t really even seen anybody ogle his feet before, especially a friend, and especially so blatantly. By the time he had gone down the first block, Mary was already soaking her seat as she masturbated to his toes.

Peter really didn’t know what to do about the situation. Mary was obviously very drunk, and probably wasn’t of as sound a mind as one would want. But the entire ride made him feel dirty. As though he was being forced to take part in something unclean against his will.

Having a woman masturbating in the passenger seat is pretty distracting, so when a blue Honda breezed past the stop sign to get into Peter’s lane, it almost led to a very nasty accident. Harold felt the sandal lift of him rapidly, as it slammed hard onto the brakes, bringing the car to a stop just in time. Peter was very fortunate that he managed to avoid this near-death experience.

Barney was significantly less fortunate. The people by the brake pedals couldn’t see the predicament up above, and had no way of knowing about the near-miss going on above them. He already didn’t fit into the divet in the sole of Peter’s sandal, and when Peter slammed his foot down, he didn’t have any time to react to the descending shoe. One second, he was finally getting a break from getting stepped on. The next, Peter slammed down on him with full force.

He couldn’t take the pressure. Barney splattered like a paint pellet under a steamroller. Even if you looked at what remained of him under a microscope, there wouldn’t be anything left even recognizably human. Barney was left a miniscule stain on the brake pedal of Mary’s car and the bottom of Peter’s sole.

After that close call, Peter tried to keep his eyes on the road. Mary was moaning and panting, turned on by the smudge that used to be a person. But Peter tried to ignore her as he finally got his misbehaved, inappropriate, and intoxicated passenger to her destination.

Harold was shocked to see the state the man on the other pedal was in, but it didn’t matter to him long, as Peter’s foot once again came to rest on him. He squeezed into the tight gap and simply settled in for the rest of the trip. Because Mary lived on top of a pretty steep hill, this would be the final place his foot would rest up until the end of the trip.

Mary spent the rest of the trip fantasizing about Peter doing all sorts of horrible things to these tiny specks. Drowning them in his coffee as he sucked them all down, sitting on them as their little limbs tried to fight against his big tush, even blowing them out the window with a single breath. All without even realizing. Mary reached climax as she finally calmed down.

Peter tried to leave the car, wanting this whole ordeal to just end, but Mary stopped him.

“Thanksh Peder… Thad wash hiccup the beshd ride I’ve eva had~”

She hugged Peter around his neck, her disgusting wet fingers settling on the back of his head. Mary kissed him on the cheek as she stumbled into the house. Peter gets a shiver as he walks back to the bar. He knew that Mary was a blackout drunk and hoped she would wake up tomorrow forgetting anything ever happened. But unfortunately for Peter, as well as the countless shrunken people that would soon be scattered beneath him every day, tonight was going to be a night Mary would never forget. Not for the rest of her life.*

Thank you all for reading. Working on unaware is always pretty fun, and I’m glad my first foot-focused story is finally complete!

I loved it~

@the-big-g Maybe someday. I’m going to be working on some other projects, but I hope to come back to this one.

@ders1401 Thank you! I’ll keep that in mind, especially since I have an ongoing I plan on regularly updating. Though I might just make a new one-shot for that.

Currently not rping, since I’m a bit burned out for the time being, but it sounds like a fun idea. I wish you the best finding somebody to rp with.

@2ndsolesurvivor I liked it a lot, and found the way Angie happily helped her hubby out with that daily manly chore quite heartwarming.

I like the concept of having unequal size partners co-existing like that, with each having their own skills and attributes to make a relationship work. I find that more refreshing than having the (small) woman regarded as some kind of pet or little sex object or slave.

@technomage Thanks. This was a blast to write, and I’m happy it came out as good as it did. It actually started out as a far shorter story, but I kept getting more inspired with more and more ideas until this blossomed into the story you see today.

In truth, I’m going to miss writing this story, but it’s time to move on and give everybody the conclusion to this tale. I’m definitely going to do more long series in the future, but I have a few short story ideas in my head that I can’t wait to get started on.

I have another short story coming down the pipe that I’m pretty excited about, so look forward to that one.

Two very contrasting pieces with a common theme, and I think both are quite sad. An interesting read nonetheless and about the right length I’d say (for me anyway).

In shrinking fantasy fiction, I think what dictates whether a story will work for the reader is the chosen size scale, which was too small for me in this case. That’s no criticism of the writing or the theme of course, it’s just a personal thing (and why many of Minimizer’s stories didn’t grab me for the same reason). I’m aware that many people DO like small size scales, so I’m sure you’ll be just fine with this one.

Bottom line is, did you enjoy writing it? You should always write to please yourself, regardless of anything else.

@2ndsolesurvivor I love this. All of the fun of destruction with none of the evil or death that it’s usually coupled with. I look forward to reading more of this. Thanks for posting!