I used to let my kinks get me down. The fear of being found out or worse, never finding someone who will could accept me for who I am just added to everything else that bummed me out. Anymore, I don’t let it bother me. If people find out, so be it. Maybe that just comes with age, I don’t know. All I do know is that the size community is friendly and open and I don’t need to feel ashamed here. In fact, with everything else there is to feel miserable about in life, the fact that I can come here, or the SWB or deviantart and find amazing art and stories to satisfy this part of my brain is incredible. I realized there’s no reason to get down on myself for something that I a) enjoy and b) can’t control. That’s why we’re here, to escape the mundane with a few like-minded people. Just my two cents, for what they’re worth.
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RE: Does your size fetish make you depressed?
Here’s a story I just finished loading onto the SWB and deviantart and figured I’d post it here too. It’s about a group of prostitutes getting shrunk in an old west brothel and trying to make their way across the desert for help. It’s pretty long so I’ll just link the first chapter to deviantart. I hope you enjoy.
RE: Three Hours/Three Days
Hour Three - The Levinson Experiments
After stops at two different grocery stores, Lauren had everything she needed to execute her crazy scheme. She bought bleach and acetone, one from each separate store as not to raise suspicions that she was, in fact, making homemade chloroform. It would take nearly an hour to mix properly, so she wasted no time once she got home.
She set up her “operating room” in Sloane’s bedroom, as good a place as any to perform the simple operation, while she waited. She ignored the broken glass and wine stain on the wall… this time Sloane was going to clean it up her goddamn self. All there was left to do is wait. She shut off the lights and sat quietly in the dark.
Lauren’s mind spun in circles, a constant tug of war of wanting to carry out her plan and equally wanting to toss the slide in the trash. In just three hours time she’d gone from a simple college student to desperate criminal. This was extreme, even for what Sloane had done to her. This was crazy. Had she lost her mind? Had Sloane’s mental deterioration triggered some kind of psychosis within herself? Even just sitting there alone, under the cover of darkness, Lauren’s heart pounded like a sprinter’s.
It wasn’t much longer before the clumsy, drunken fumbling of keys against the hallway side of the door announced that it was time to set things in motion. Sloane must have come up short in the pick-up department. Lauren dabbed her homemade chloroform into a rag, praying to god it wouldn’t kill the girl. She silently slipped behind the door, just as Sloane about fell inside trying to open it. The inebriated blonde regained her balance and tried to find the light switch.
Lauren was so afraid she thought she might have a heart attack right there. She tried to control her breathing, to no avail. Sloane slammed the door behind her, still trying to find the elusive switch. Lauren, about ready to give up altogether, mustered up one last jolt of adrenaline and leapt at Sloane from behind, stuffing the rag into her mouth and holding it in place. She wrapped her free arm around Sloane as she tried to break free. In mere seconds Sloane lost consciousness and dropped face first onto the floor.
Lauren stood over her, absolutely stunned by what she had done… what she herself was capable of. “Oh god… what did I do?! What have I done?! Sloane!” She dropped to the floor at Sloane’s side, beside herself with the fear that she very well could have just killed her stepsister. She slapped Sloane’s face a couple of times before feeling for a pulse.
It was there… Sloane was still very much alive.
Lauren sat back relieved, wiping the tears from her bruised and battered face. She sat silently next to Sloane for a time before finally struggling to her feet on wobbly knees. “I guess there’s no going back now.”
She grabbed Sloane by an arm and dragged her into the bedroom…
Lauren hadn’t even applied to RenLabs for her internship, they vetted her. Her grades were remarkable and one of her professors had connections. Early on she mostly did remedial nurse work in experimental drug trials, but one of the doctors, Dr. Levinson, took a shine to Lauren. He had lost his daughter to cancer and something about Lauren reminded him of her. He took the young woman under his wing and introduced her to the fourth floor, where the real experimental shit went down. Stuff that was years out from trials and often towed the line of being ethical. It was highly uncommon for an intern to be invited to join such work, a testament to Lauren’s intelligence.
Dr. Levinson was the head of the company’s bioengineering division, and the project he was working on had the potential to literally change the world. He assured Lauren that whenever she finished school that she had a job waiting for her at RenLabs. So impressed was he with her work that he eventually let her in on the grand picture. Until then, things had remained compartmentalized and she really had no idea what she was working on. When he finally let her into the main testing area, she was completely taken back by the scope of what they were doing.
Inside the lab there were several work stations all centered around a large tank filled with some kind of thick yellow fluid. It was very bright and everything within was white in color. The oddest thing was the pen filled with chickens clucking away in the far corner. Lauren didn’t know what to make of it all.
“What… exactly… is this, Doctor?” She asked.
“Oh trust me, Lauren my dear, you’re about to find out,” he replied. He turned to one of his associates and informed him they were good to go with a slight nod.
The associate, an older balding man with thick glasses, made an announcement to the team that it was time to begin, “commence with phase one, test number 0213.”
A large metal claw lowered from the ceiling and snatched one of the chickens from the open top of the pen. It raised back up, slid along a track and then dumped the frightened bird into the central glass vat with a splash. Lauren chuckled a little at the sight, but felt quickly ashamed and tried to cover her mouth.
“What’s so funny?” Doctor Levinson asked.
“Oh… uh… sorry, it just looks like a giant claw machine is all. I didn’t mean to laugh,” she said looking to the ground in embarrassment.
The doctor thought about it for a moment and let a sharp laugh himself, “you’re right, I can’t believe I’ve never noticed it before! Ha!”
Lauren instantly felt relieved. Being asked to witness an experiment like this was an honor and she’d hate to think she screwed up such an opportunity.
The bird flopped and splashed around inside the tank for a few moments before it finally quieted down. The doctor put his hand on the shoulder of another colleague seated at the nearest computer, “commence phase two.”
The man at the computer typed in several lines of code and then dramatically hit execute. Lauren looked up from his computer screen to the bird, which was now astoundingly growing inside the tank.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
The chicken continued to enlarge until it was about the size of a pony. The first associate signaled a stop to the process. “Commence phase three.”
The robot arm returned, unfolded longer claws and then lifted the dripping hen from the tank, depositing it in an empty pen on the other side. A door opened against the wall and the giant chicken walked inside where it could be further studied by another group of scientists.
“Fuck me…,” Lauren whispered to herself in a daze.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” Dr. Levinson beamed.
Lauren shook herself free of her trance and stared wide eyed at the doctor. “What was that? What exactly are you doing here, doctor?”
“Follow me, Ms. Pine.” The Doctor gestured her towards another door where they could observe the testing of the giant fowl. The pair sat down at an observation table where he laid out the project to Lauren.
“Essentially, Lauren, we’re here to solve hunger. With this process we’ll be able to feed millions. Imagine it! A single bird, or cow, eventually even vegetables… feeding hundreds. There’ll be no more need for poultry farms to carry thousands of birds, and as a welcome byproduct, there will be a reduction in the mass spread of deadly pandemics by not having so many animals crowded together in close proximity.” He held her hands in his, not as a romantic gesture, but because of his excitement. “Once perfected this will change the world Lauren, and you’ll be apart of it… what do you think?”
“I don’t know what to say, doctor… thank you for including me in this.” Lauren broke away from his eyes for a moment to observe the chicken. “How did you do this?”
“With this.” The doctor set a glass slide down on the table and slid it towards Lauren.
She picked it up and held the strange looking specimen up to the light. It was yellow and red, somewhat gelatinous… unremarkable looking really. “What is this?”
“It’s a bio-mechanical cell. The fusion of organic material and mechanics… the world’s first. We can produce thousands of them… and cheaply.”
Lauren slid the slide back towards the doctor. “How does it work?”
“We make an incision at the base of the neck and insert the cell into the subject. It sends out feelers, making its way into certain areas of the brain… mainly the pituitary gland. The cell then takes control, allowing us to manipulate the gland at a chemical level.”
“It’s incredible, doctor. I’m still truly stunned by it all. What exactly is the tank for? Some kind of catalyst?”
“Sort of, you can’t increase a subject’s size without increasing its mass. The bio-gel actually soaks into the subject as it grows. It’s mainly made up of water, with a few vitamins and minerals added in, just like most living things.”
Lauren paused for a second, realizing something that made her shiver. “If you can control a subject’s size, does that mean you can make them smaller as well?”
The glow suddenly faded from the doctor’s face. “Unfortunately, that’s the other side of this, my dear.”
“What do you mean?”
“A lot of our funding is coming from the federal government. They’re hoping to use the technology to house more inmates in our overcrowded prison system.”
Lauren cocked her head back, “Jesus Christ, doctor… that’s a little dystopian, don’t you think?”
“I’m not happy about it either, but without their money we couldn’t proceed… we wouldn’t have come near this far in fact.” The man’s demeanor shifted back to excitement like a flick of a switch, " but think of how it’ll reduce shipping costs! One could almost mail an entire cow, only to grow it to the size of a truck once it arrived!"
Lauren shook her head and let out a disgusted laugh, “instead of putting money towards solving the problems that lead to crime and poverty, they’re trying to figure out how to stuff more bad eggs into a basket.”
“It’s very American, isn’t it?” The Doctor replied. “But I truly believe in what we’re doing here, my dear. Maybe if people aren’t going hungry, there won’t be as much of a need for shrinking inmates. Maybe we can move forward as a society in ways we’ve never had the chance to before.”
“Right, but if this technology is mass producible, what’s to keep the wrong people from using it? Making people disappear for example? I don’t even want to think about what else.”
“If one person wants another gone, they’re gonna find some way to do it, Ms. Pine… whether it’s by shrinking them or with a bullet to the head,” the doctor replied. “Does that mean we should outlaw guns as well?”
“Some would argue yes,” Lauren answered. She continued, “is the technology adaptable?”
“What do you mean?”
“Say a party programmed it to fire every time someone, say, thought poorly of the government… or the military… or the police… or more likely, a corporation? It’s attached to the brain isn’t it? It could be used as some kind of, I don’t know… social engineering tool.”
“Now who’s being dystopian?” The doctor chuckled as he patted her on the back with a smile. “Lighten up, will ya!”
The doctor lightly shook Lauren by her shoulders, a gesture of familiarity her own father had done many times. She really did admire Dr. Levinson, even saw him as another father figure, but the implications of what he was doing were too big to be so passive about it.
“Look, with every new technology there will be those who use it to exploit others,” he began, “the question then becomes whether or not the benefits outweigh the negatives… and in our case, I’m convinced they do. This is why I want people like you on the project, Lauren. I need people to see things from all angles so we can find ways to produce the best possible product… to catch things I may overlook. We ‘mad scientists’ tend to get fixated on the end goal!” The doctor chuckled yet again. He put his arm around Lauren’s neck and smiled, “if this company didn’t require at least a masters degree, I’d hire you on the spot, Lauren. But trust me, your value here is still extremely high… even if it’s just for college credit.”
“Of course I want to be a part of this, it’s all too incredible not to… I just can’t help but worry about what kind of Pandora’s box we may be opening up here.”
Sloane lay face down on her bed. Lauren had fresh, clean towels laid out under her neck to catch any blood that may flow from the illegal surgery she was about to perform. She took a deep breath and lowered her scalpel towards a freshly shaven spot at the base of Sloane’s skull. She cut deep enough to find bone, trails of blood poured over both sides of Sloane’s neck which Lauren tried to contain with gauze from her med kit. She removed the glass slide from her purse and then extracted the bio-cell with a dropper. She hovered the tip over the opening in Sloane’s neck… and squeezed.
As she’d seen happen countless times in the lab, the A.I. within the cell was designed to seek out the brain like a manufactured parasite. It disappeared into the tiny pool of blood and proceeded towards its target at the base of the brain. Lauren quickly sutured the opening and then checked Sloane’s vitals. Her pulse was strong and her breathing, normal. Lauren sat back into Sloane’s bedside chair and wiped the sweat from her brow… instantly regretting what she had just done.
Lauren sat with Sloane to monitor her for several hours until she couldn’t stay awake any longer. She walked across the hall and fell exhausted into her own bed. Before she passed out, she hoped all this would be worth it… and prayed that it would work.
End Part Three
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RE: Three Hours/Three Days
Lauren didn’t vocalize her answer. She simply pulled her tight fitting t-shirt over her head and revealed her smooth, milky white breasts to Sloane. She offered the slightest of nods and a gentle grin. Sloane extended her hand and ran a single finger along the outside of the pert mound. She circled Lauren’s skin, spiraling closer and closer to the already growing nipple at the center. The stunning redhead’s gooseflesh rose under Sloane’s touch as well. As the tiny hand finally met the nipple, Lauren tilted her head back and let out a satisfied moan. Then, as if to surprise her mistress, Sloane took the other nipple into her mouth as she lightly caressed the previous. She sucked and nibbled at the little pink rise as Lauren’s breathing began to deepen and intensify.
“Fuck,” Lauren moaned. As Sloane continued to suckle, Lauren’s hand moved lower, rubbing over the top of her thin cotton shorts.
“Please wait, Mistress,” Sloane said in a breathy voice before switching breasts. “Please let me take care of that.”
“You really are a good pet, aren’t you Sloane?”
“If you say so, Mistress.”
Sloane kissed her way down Lauren’s stomach and untied the bow that held Lauren’s shorts against her hips. She slid her hand inside and began massaging Lauren’s sex while simultaneously exploring her mistress’s navel with her tongue. Lauren squeezed at one of her own breasts and bit the tip of her finger as she gave in to Sloane’s caress.
“Does this feel good, Mistress?” Sloane asked as she balled up a little fist and slid it in and out of Lauren’s moistening gash.
Lauren lost her balance at the intense suddenness of Sloane’s penetration and gripped the edges of the counter, almost loosing herself in lust. “Holy fuck, Sloane! I’m… really… regretting… not… growing… you back… sooner,” she said, breathlessly against each thrust.
Sloane withdrew her arm and then began descending from the counter. First onto a shaky barstool, and then finally to the floor. She positioned herself between Lauren’s legs and ran her arms up the insides of the larger woman’s thighs from knee to crotch. It didn’t take much of a tug to pull Lauren’s shorts down. They pooled up at the giantess’s feet, revealing Lauren’s dripping pussy and the recently trimmed landing strip above. Sloane lifted her chin and set her tongue free to taste her mistress’s sweet honey… straight from the comb.
Lauren’s knees buckled at the sensation and electricity seemed to course through her body. Sloane had complete control of her in a way she never thought someone so tiny could have. So she decided to remedy that a little…
A brief dizzy spell hit Sloane and she fell away from Lauren’s sex. She found she was drenched in sweat and shrinking again… just a little though, maybe a foot. She looked up to the smiling face of her mistress who was holding the phone. Sloane asked with confusion, “Mistress? Have I displeased you somehow?”
“Oh no pet, you’re doing a marvelous job. I just don’t want to make things too easy for you,” Lauren explained with a slight chuckle. “You may continue.”
“Of course, Mistress. I understand.” And with that, Sloane wrapped her arms and thighs around the pale tree trunk that was one of Lauren’s legs and shimmied her way towards her prize. It was difficult, especially being soaked again in her own juices, but her will was stronger than the lack of friction. She buried her face into Lauren’s lips once again, orally massaging the towering redhead to one of the most intense orgasms of her entire life.
With her job done and her muscles about to give out from clinging to the giant thigh, Sloane let herself slide back down Lauren’s leg and then kneeled down patiently at her feet. Lauren was bent over, resting her head in her arms on the countertop trying to catch her breath. She stood up straight again and regarded her little pet lovingly.
“Holy shit… Sloane… that was incredible! Thank you so much!”
“You… You’re thanking me, Mistress?” Sloane asked, genuinely surprised. “I should be the one thanking you for the opportunity to serve at your most sacred of shrines.” A single tear fell from her cheek out of undiluted joy. “Your body is my temple mistress, and I worship at it with all of myself.”
Lauren couldn’t help but laugh, “you’ve been rehearsing that one, haven’t you? Haha!”
Sloane blushed and smiled back, “maybe once or twice.”
"Well… if I’m your religion, I think it only right to bestow more blessings on my only follower. Lauren sat down on the floor in front of Sloane with her legs spread out on either side of the little woman. “Come close, my faithful servant.”
Sloane stood back up and approached Lauren timidly, and that’s when the giant redhead planted a deep, passionate kiss on Sloane’s little lips. This was more than the the tiny blonde could have ever hoped for, her body nearly going limp… wanting nothing more than to melt into Lauren at that very moment. Her eyes popped open in surprise when she felt something enter her. She looked down to discover Lauren’s middle finger working it’s way in and out of her femininity.
This was unprecedented.
Sloane, up until that very moment, had always been the one responsible for Lauren’s satisfaction, and she had grown to love giving it to her. But her mistress had never once reciprocated until just then, and Sloane found herself overwhelmed again with emotions. She couldn’t control herself and weeped freely.
Lauren’s eyes opened as well when she suddenly tasted something salty on Sloane’s tiny lips… her tears. She paused her penetration for a moment without removing her finger from Sloane’s slit. “Why Sloane, my little pet… are you not happy with what your mistress is giving to you?”
“Oh god, Mistress…,” Sloane sobbed, “of course that’s not it. I just don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as I am right now. Not before… not ever. I don’t know why I’m crying…”
Lauren set her free hand to the side of Sloane’s head and the shrunken beauty nuzzled against it in response. Lauren lifted her from the floor as if she had no weight at all, cupping her ass with her finger still inside, and supporting her delicate little head. She laid Sloane down on the floor and then repositioned herself to go down on her miniature servant. Sloane was so overtaken by her swirling emotions that she should hardly think straight. And the feel of Lauren’s enormous tongue methodically demanding an orgasm from her only made the euphoria more intense.
From Lauren’s perspective, this would be the first time she’d ever pleasured, well… anyone, let alone a woman. But from her confidence and method, you’d never know it. She played with Sloane’s body like a seasoned musician plays their instrument. Every motion, every change in technique generating a new tone from the tiny blonde.
It didn’t take long for Sloane to achieve release, but when she did she nearly fainted in a state of pure ecstasy. She laid spread out on the floor, trembling and trying to come back down to earth. She’d had great sex before, but this transcended just two bodies smashing against one another. Lauren was more than her owner… she was a deity, and she loved and worshiped her goddess more than ever.
Lauren pulled away and wiped her mouth along her forearm. When Sloane didn’t move she took one of the near catatonic woman’s calves in her hand and lightly shook it, “hey… you alright, Sloane?”
Sloane stretched and writhed, an enormous smile on her face. She took Lauren’s hand from her leg and brought it towards her face. “Oh Mistress, thank you… thank you so much,” Sloane moaned and then began sucking on Lauren’s fingertips, tasting Lauren’s salty skin as well as her own lubricant. “What could I have done to deserve such a gift?”
Lauren smiled and then slid down beside Sloane, dangling her fingers above the little woman’s mouth one at a time. She propped her head on her arm and took in Sloane’s beautiful, tiny body. “I suppose I’m just in a really good mood, pet…”
“… I’ve met someone. We’re gonna go out tonight.”
Lauren’s words cut to Sloane’s heart like a razor blade. Her stomach began to twist and she couldn’t find the words to express what she was feeling. The hurt look in her eyes said more than she ever could.
“What’s wrong?” Lauren asked, protruding her lower lip. “My little Sloaney-woney isn’t getting jealous is she?”
It’d been nearly a year… a YEAR… since the last time Sloane lost her temper, but this one hurt. She’d given all of herself to Lauren. She would do anything for her. It was love, yes, but the word didn’t seem to do justice for what Sloane felt for her stepsister. And after what they just shared, to have Lauren announce that there was someone else in such a casual way… it was just too much for her.
“Lauren… WHAT… THE… FUCK?!”
Lauren chuckled a little at the shade of red Sloane’s face was turning. “I take you off the emotional leash for less than an hour and you already forget your place, pet. Be very careful, I can always turn the switch back on.”
Sloane’s tears of joy had turned to those of betrayal. “Lauren? I gave you everything… I…I…I let you mold me into this person you wanted me to be. I even grew to love it. How?! How can you do this to me?!”
“Jesus, Sloane… it’s not like we’re getting married or something. Would ya just chill out?”
“Don’t you dare tell me to ‘chill out’! Do you have any idea how much what you just said hurt me?!” Sloane shouted back.
Lauren tried to run her hand down Sloane’s hair, but she slapped it away.
“Look, it’s just a date… alright? He’s a good guy and I really like him. I met him at work,” Lauren explained. She smiled a little and added, “think of it this way, if things get serious, maybe you’ll have two masters to serve.”
Sloane buried her head in her hands and sobbed, her heart shattering to pieces. “You don’t fucking get it, do you?!” She whimpered. “I don’t want to worship anyone but you, Lauren. I… I love you…”
Lauren was taken aback by Sloane’s declaration. She wasn’t sure why it surprised her so much… of course the little woman loved her. The things she made Sloane do, what sort of person would have done them if not out of true devotion? She watched Sloane cry, trying to think of the right thing to say. Finally she reached out and gently pulled Sloane’s arms away from her face and lifted her chin to look her straight in the eye.
For the first time, Lauren would let all formalities in status lapse, if only for a few minutes. The game was on pause. They were just two people at that moment, and it was time to figure out what they really were to each other.
“You know I love you too, right?”
Hearing the actual words leave Lauren’s mouth stunned Sloane. She gripped Lauren’s hand with both her’s, pleading with her sad little face.
“I can’t tell you enough of how proud I am of you, Sloane. Not just because you’ve proven to be such a good little pet, but because you’ve completely abandoned those parts of yourself that were destructive and selfish. Don’t think I don’t understand how hard it’s been for you… remember, it was I living in your shadow… and for far, far longer.”
Sloane nuzzled against Lauren’s palm and cried against it.
“I’ve missed out on a lot of living because of what you put me through for so many years. I need to experience things. I want to eat weird food… drop acid… feel a man inside of me. And just because I want those things, don’t think for a second that you’re being replaced.”
Sloane’s face disappeared into Lauren’s palm. She lightly kissed the little folds and wrinkles in the flesh, still sobbing her eyes out. She wanted to be a part of Lauren, for the two of them to become ingrained in one another.
“These are different times, Sloane,” Lauren continued, “I’m not going to allow myself to be tied off to just one person or one idea. If I want to be with one person for the rest of my life… or twenty… or none, then that’s what I’m gonna do. But I can promise you this, you’re forever in my heart and my number one… do you understand me?”
Lauren stroked at Sloane’s soft hair and could feel her tiny head nod in her hand. She pulled her hand away and placed both under Sloane’s armpits, standing her up straight. She wiped the tears away from under her eyes and wrapped her tiny body in a deep and loving embrace.
“I’m sorry I upset you, Sloane. It really wasn’t my intent, I was just excited and wanted to share it with you.” Sloane took a little step back and Lauren pushed her lovely blonde hair from out of her eyes. “Tell ya what, I’ll text the guy and tell him we need to reschedule. It’s our day after all, we should spend it together… just lying in bed. Would you like that?”
Sloane sniffed and wiped more tears out of her eyes, then nodded. Lauren smiled in return and then stood up. She took Sloane’s hand and lead her into the bedroom. Letting go once inside, Lauren knelt down on the bed, then eased herself into her massive king size with all the grace of a ballet dancer. The bed was enormous, adorned in the softest white sheets with the highest thread counts available.
Sloane knelt down at the foot of the bed and stared at the floor. It was only natural for her, as she was not allowed on any of the furniture. She felt strange being able to see the top of the bed. It was very modern and low profile, but even then, her usual height of a few inches only made it a great wall that filled the middle of the room. Lauren would often tease her pet by dangling her toes over the edge while lying on her stomach, just out of Sloane’s reach.
But now, her mistress’s feet were at as easy an access as ever. Lauren propped herself up on bended elbow and raised her left foot to Sloane’s face. Sloane gripped the ankle and opened her mouth, running her tongue from the bottom of Lauren’s heel to the tip of her big toe. Her mistress’s feet were still huge, but she felt herself getting wet at her new ability to take an entire toe into her mouth… something she wouldn’t have been able to do since long before she grew to love being Lauren’s servant. She savored each as if it were the last time she’d get to taste them, just as she had every day for many months. Lauren pulled her left foot away and raised the right… and Sloane worshiped it as thoroughly as the first. All the while, Lauren had already began to touch herself in anticipation.
When the erotic charge in the air became to much for the gorgeous redhead, she leaned up and stretched out both arms to Sloane, beckoning her closer. Lauren’s pinky toe slipped from Sloane’s mouth in disbelief. When Lauren suggested they spend the day together in bed, she took it as serving Lauren in bed. Her mistress most certainly didn’t mean for her pet to join her… did she?
“Mistress? You don’t mean…,” Sloane gasped, covering her mouth in exited disbelief.
“Come, pet… come warm your mistress,” Lauren cooed, about to burst from the heat growing between her legs.
Sloane cautiously placed a knee on the soft mattress and looked again for Lauren’s approval. Lauren just rolled her eyes and laughed.
“Will you just get up here and fuck me already!”
Sloane smiled from ear to ear and crawled onto the bed on all fours. She couldn’t believe how nice it felt below her knees, having almost forgotten what it was like to lay in one. As she crawled forward, Lauren slid back further against the headboard and the many pillows propped against it. Sloane chased her mistress slowly, her own sexual hunger matching her keeper’s. She slid between Lauren’s quivering legs and laid down on her stomach. Lauren’s sex lifted, dying to meet the lips from which Sloane’s warm breath was escaping.
Sloane wanted to dive in as badly as her mistress needed her to as well, but held back. She kissed the insides of Lauren’s thighs and inched ever closer to her giant, dripping lips. Lauren clenched the sheets in her fists and writhed in glorious ecstasy. When Sloane’s lips finally met her mistress’s, Lauren’s back arched from the shock, moaning loudly.
Just as with Lauren’s feet, Sloane enjoyed every second pleasuring her better’s soft vertical smile. Being able to taste so much of it at once and simultaneously work Lauren’s clitoris was a treat in itself. She licked slow at first, but gradually faster as the sheets below her face began to soak up Lauren’s secretions and her own saliva. Just to prolong the oncoming eruption longer, Sloane dropped below Lauren’s slit and swirled her tongue around her mistress’s exit hole… and everything in between.
When Lauren’s hips finally began to shake, an experience Sloane had felt before at a much larger scale, she knew Lauren was about to give in. Just as the screaming, sweaty redhead was about to cum, Sloane thrust her fist inside of Lauren’s vagina and pumped it wildly against her g-spot. Lauren gasped as her orgasm took her and the room seemed to turn white, but also swirl and blur with color.
As Lauren experienced the single most intense and astounding orgasm of her young existence, Sloane wouldn’t relent. She kept working at Lauren until her giant queen gave her yet another crippling orgasm. She would show Lauren just how much she worshiped her… just how much she loved her… in the only way she could: complete and utter devotion.
As Lauren came down after her third brain-melting climax of the morning, she lowered her giant hand towards Sloane’s diligent mouth and lifted it from her pussy. “Come here,” she ordered, breathlessly.
Sloane obeyed and crawled atop Lauren’s stomach and situated herself between her breasts. “Did I do well, Mistress Lauren?”
Lauren answered with a deep, passionate kiss. Each woman intwined with the other, lost in the electric charge each gave to the other’s lips. Then Sloane felt her body flip around, looking back down towards her mistress’s landscaped tuft. Lauren had repositioned her stepsister so she could return her affections. Sloane’s shins braced against Lauren’s shoulders as the larger woman spread the smaller’s lips and drove her tongue between them once again. Sloane’s arms scrambled for something to hold onto, completely powerless against the size and power of Lauren’s mouth against her little mound.
“Oh… fuck… Mistress… please… don’t… stop…,” the little woman chanted. Tears poured from her eyes as Sloane’s emotions overpowered her as much as Lauren’s deep penetrating tastebuds. She reached forward across her mistress’s long torso with her hands between Lauren’s legs , still trying to find something to hang on to as her climax drew nearer. Lauren accommodated and clasped her thighs together, pinning Sloane’s hands between, grinding her own sex against Sloane’s tiny fingers.
There’s no possible way the neighbors didn’t hear the incredible, weeping scream Sloane released as she collapsed against Lauren’s stomach. It was as if every bone in her body suddenly turned to mush when she finally came. After it was done, Lauren continued to massage Sloane’s sex with her mouth, enjoying the flavor of her little pet. When Sloane could finally move again, she strained to look over her shoulder at her generous goddess. Once again her face was soaked with sweat and tears.
“That good, huh?” Lauren joked.
Sloane replied by flipping back around and pressing her lips against Lauren’s as hard as she could. They explored each other’s mouths for an eternity within a just a few minutes, then Sloane finally collapsed between Lauren’s breasts. Lauren placed a hand on Sloane’s hip while the smaller woman lightly caressed the larger’s nipple.
“Still think you need anyone else, Lauren?” Sloane asked, ignoring all formalities.
Lauren just laughed and replied, “that’s Mistress Lauren to you.” She ran a finger through Sloane’s hair just above her ear and caressed her cheek with the backs of her fingers. “I’ll hand it to ya though, you make a hell of a case for yourself.”
The two of them giggled and then closed their eyes. Lauren drifted off to sleep first, leaving Sloane to enjoy feeling the rise and fall of her mistress’s breathing below her… and the rhythmic beating of her heart. She’d been allowed to lay on Lauren’s lap while they watched tv before, but this was wonderfully new… and so much better.
Sloane knew the next day she’d be ankle high again, or whatever size Lauren desired her to be. And that was as it should be. Lauren would still probably go out with that man from work, and she’d have to find some way to compartmentalize that. She loved Lauren with so much intensity that it hurt, but for the first time… she knew Lauren loved her back. Whatever happened between her mistress and anyone else would pale in comparison to what they had, and that thought eased her mind.
With her cares and worries beginning to melt away, Sloane began to drift off to sleep herself. Her last thoughts before a satisfied slumber were concerned only with how her mistress…
…would most like to be awakened for another round of playful sexual bliss that day.
RE: Three Hours/Three Days
Day Three - The Anniversary
One Year Later…
A lovely, crimson-locked woman peers out the large picture window high above the bustling city below. She leans against the glass with one hand and sips a fresh cup of coffee from the other. Her own reflection stares back at her, but she looks past it towards the grey. It’s raining out and she’s relieved to have the day off and not have to be out in the weather. She looks down towards the floor, wondering where her little companion is this morning. She’s not here to greet her as she should be. But no sooner does the thought cross her mind than a tiny figure appears, crossing the floor as fast as she can, her arms waving in the air.
Lauren’s passport had never been used until that day nearly a year prior. Escaping what would most certainly have been a lifetime in prison into Canada wasn’t exactly the way she thought she’d get her first stamp. She emptied both her own and Sloane’s bank accounts before leaving New York, knowing very well she was gonna be on the run for a while. It wasn’t much by New York standards, but it might get them off the continent. Once well across the border, she ditched Sloane’s car and hitched her way towards the nearest port city.
There, Lauren stowed away on a cruise ship set for Europe. She stole a uniform and posed as an employee, hiding in plain sight. She even collected a decent amount of tips in the process, knowing very well she’d need as much cash as possible. She had a spot staked out in the bowels of the ship where she and Sloane could stay hidden… and each night, she continued with Sloane’s training.
Like a gender swapped John Candy and Steve Martin, the brilliant and crafty redhead and her less than ecstatic compatriot made their way across the Eurasian continent via planes, trains, and automobiles. She finally settled in Tokyo under an assumed name. It amazed her just how easy it was to create false identification through various resources on the dark web.
When in Hong Kong, she started researching various pharmaceutical companies for a chance to sell the experimental data she still had stored in her laptop. Much to her surprise, several different organizations crawled over each other, offering monumental sums of money. The organization in Japan she finally sold her hard drive to even offered her a position with them. Formalities like degrees seemed to be of little interest to them when it came to securing a mind such as Lauren’s with their company.
A corporation in China had offered her even more money, but the country’s current human rights issues deeply worried Lauren. She was concerned about what they might use it for… and who they might use it on. She often struggled with her own actions against her stepsister, knowing damn well it made her a hypocrite. But, she was ultimately paid very well, and continued to be. Can the world really feel like a dystopia when you’re at the top of the food chain? What level of affluence ultimately dulls one’s empathy and ideology?
Through it all, the strongest guilt she felt over selling out was in betraying Dr. Levinson, who had been so kind and seen so much potential in the young woman. But… a girl’s gotta eat, and her new career kept the finest foods on the table.
She missed her father very much. Through the nightmare that had been her life, he was always there for her. The only loving figure she’d ever really had. If not for him, she probably would have taken her own life years ago. She still found creative little ways to let him know she and Sloane were ok without giving away her location.
Even though Lauren struggled with the difficult language, she loved this city… and she loved what it offered her. Every street was filled with more than the eye could process; so many opportunities for little adventures. Her somewhat spacious apartment was more than she could have ever hoped for back home, adorned with beautiful and stylish modern furniture… a taste for which that must have rubbed off on her from Sloane.
Most importantly, she had a loving and loyal pet to keep her company in this strange place. Having grown up with animals around the house… cats mostly, it was also a welcome change to have a pet capable of cleaning up its own little deposits in the litter box.
Sloane woke with a start, her heart filled with fear as she tried to shake off the grogginess. She had overslept and potentially left her mistress waiting. She sprung to her feet and pushed the enormous gate of the pet carrier open. The cage itself was located in the corner of the open format living room facing the kitchen, where she saw the beautiful skyscraper that was her mistress gazing out the window.
She ran as fast and as hard as her tiny legs could carry her, knowing intuitively that when she reached Lauren there would most likely be judgment for her tardiness. Lauren pretended to ignore Sloane, watching her out of the corner of her eye. She tried to hide her amusement with the tiny blonde’s desperation. Oh, how far she’d come…
Sloane currently stood at about six inches tall, a height she’d managed to maintain for most of the previous year, with the help of Lauren’s training of course. All a matter of balancing positive and negative reinforcement… with some of the earlier negatives even evolving into positives in Sloane’s brainwashed… maybe brainwashed is too strong a word… ‘conditioned’ mind.
The struggles of her old life had faded away. No more career pressure. No more alcoholism. Sloane’s extremely small size limited her from doing many simple tasks on her own, which could be both frustrating and freeing at the same time. She had but one job now, to please her mistress… and she threw herself into it wholeheartedly. She grew to love the taste of Lauren’s skin… from her feet… to her breasts… to her luscious sex. Having given herself over to another completely… it filled her with a sense of self-worth she never achieved in her previous life. She had no more real problems, so the need to take out her frustrations on someone weaker became obsolete. There simply WAS no one weaker. Replacing her need for control and selfishness with only Lauren’s desires, she came to realize that this is who she really was… and embraced it. Sloane was no idiot and she was well aware of what Stockholm Syndrome was, but she didn’t care. This was the peace of mind she’d always denied herself.
And Lauren proved to be a caring and benevolent pet owner. After their early struggles, and the power trip that came with it, she realized again that she did still care deeply for Sloane. Sure… she might have let things get out of hand there for a while, but the two bonded closer than ever throughout Sloane’s diminishment. She grew to love and cherish Sloane as one does any household pet. Corrections had to made on occasion, sure… but for the most part Sloane was a quick learner.
As Sloane finally drew near, Lauren set her right foot behind the left, propping it up on the tops of her scrunched up toes. She continued to pretend she didn’t know Sloane was closing in, enjoying her little tease. Sloane nearly slid as she fell to her knees just inches from the wall that was Lauren’s sole. Every instinct she had told her to run straight into the soft flesh to make up for her tardiness, but she knew permission had to be granted first… and two indiscretions in one morning most certainly would not be tolerated.
Sloane lowered herself further before Lauren’s gigantic foot. Trembling, she threw herself at Lauren’s mercy, “Mistress, please… I’m so sorry I overslept… please forgive me!” She shouted as loud as she could, her tiny vocal chords unable to carry sound like they once had. Having her face so close to the floor as she bowed didn’t help.
Lauren smiled down on her loyal pet. This was new. This was a level of subservience Sloane had never shown before. She’d never had to, being the diligent little slave girl she’d become. Sloane lifted her gaze from Lauren’s toes… to her heel… up her long towering legs… past her gravity defying breasts… and finally to her face, ready to accept her goddess’s wrath… only to find kindness in Lauren’s eyes.
“Why Sloane,” Lauren asked, “why do you look so frightened?”
“I’m just preparing myself for my punishment, Mistress,” Sloane replied.
Lauren flexed her foot back and forth on her toes, tempting the tiny woman further. Sloane was so eager, so desperate to serve her mistress. The oh so familiar musk… the scent of her nail polish… the little imperfections and blemishes she’d become so intimately aquatinted with. Even the little flecks of dust that had accumulated from the floor that soiled the otherwise pristine appendage were driving her crazy.
Sloane looked like a dog aching to be let off its leash, which amused Lauren greatly. Though her training had been modeled after Thorndike’s work, at that moment the famed Ivan Pavlov himself might have found interest in the way Sloane was salivating. Lauren tortured her stepsister a bit longer and then finally spoke again, “and why do you think I’m going to harm you, my little pet? Am I such a cruel mistress to you? Do I kick you like some stupid redneck kicks his pit bull?”
“No, of course not, Mistress. You’re so much more than I deserve. I’ve failed you though, and I deserve to answer for it!” Sloane declared, her mouth watering at the sight of Lauren’s scrunched up toes. “May I please make it up to you?”
“I’m not going to punish you, Sloane. You’re as fine a pet as anyone could hope for. Even the best employees forget to set the alarm now and then. Just try not to make a habit of it, ok?”
“Oh thank you so much, Mistress! I really don’t deserve to serve you! May I please show you my deepest appreciation, Mistress Lauren?”
“I’m starting to think your ‘appreciation’ is as much for your own pleasure as mine, pet,” Lauren quipped with a little giggle.
Sloane blushed and hung her head.
“I’m just teasing you, sis. Sheesh, so serious all the time,” Lauren laughed again. “Well… go on then.”
And with consent finally given, the tension in the air lifted. Sloane sprung from her knees and fell into Lauren’s sole like it was her own bed after a long trip. It’s warmth… it’s smell… it’s taste… all felt as familiar as home. Lauren allowed Sloane to worship her for a just few minutes and then pulled her foot away, laying it flat next to the other. Sloane followed it and began licking and massaging the tops of Lauren’s toes, only to be cast aside again as the enormous redhead turned towards the sofa. She took each step purposefully slow, allowing Sloane to catch up to one foot, only to take another step forward. She giggled watching the minuscule blonde try to chase down her prey, kissing her heels briefly and then being forced to track them down again. Sloane kept up as best as she could, but Lauren’s sheer size compared to hers and the sound of each foot’s powerful impact on the hardwood floor still made her uneasy, even after all this time… understandably.
Finally Lauren reached her lovely and expensive designer sofa and eased down. She placed her feet together so Sloane had easy access to both while she sipped lightly at her coffee and booted up her laptop. She leaned over and watched her little pet do what she did best, smiling the entire time.
Sloane was so lost in her work that she was surprised to see Lauren’s massive face smiling down from above like a contented god. Normally Lauren would just sit back and enjoy her massage while partaking of her morning coffee. She hadn’t watched Sloane serve her since early in her training. She felt worried that she’d done something to displease her mistress, something that would warrant the boss looking over her shoulder. This only pushed her harder, using her entire body to pamper Lauren’s lovely pedicured toes.
As Lauren watched with admiration, she came to realize just how much Sloane had grown to love her work. She hadn’t paid it much thought before, but this morning was special and warranted a bit more reflection than others.
“You really do love to please me, don’t you Sloane?”
“Oh yes, muah Mistress, muah, it makes me so happy, muah, that you, muah, allow me to worship you,” Sloane pledged, planting kisses on Lauren’s toes as she spoke.
“Do you know what today is?” Lauren asked.
Sloane stopped her diligent care of Lauren’s feet, worried that she’d forgotten something important. “N-no, Mistress… should I?”
The calendar year had little meaning to Sloane now. The only thing that mattered was making sure she saw Lauren off to work properly and the agonizing time between that and when she got home. She so loved being Lauren’s little plaything. Her mistress had been so kind as to furnish her pet carrier (which at her current size had become rather spacious) with the finest eastern silks and softest little pillows. She’d spend her days laying inside in comfort, often pleasuring herself with the thoughts of how she’d served Lauren the previous night… and what she may do when her stepsister returned home. She’d fantasize about being enveloped by Lauren’s soft, warm cavern and get further excited by the residual scent of her mistress’s soles on her own lips.
“Well,” Lauren began, “today marks one year since the implant. I guess you could say it’s kind of our anniversary, in a way,” Lauren chuckled.
Sloane cocked her head back, a little surprised by the news. “Huh… I guess… I guess time flies, doesn’t it Mistress?”
“Indeed it does, my pet,” Lauren agreed, giving Sloane a gentle scratch on the head. “Would you like to know what I got you?”
Sloane’s jaw dropped. “You… you got me something?! I-I-I…,” the tiny blonde was left speechless. Other than the daily gift of getting to praise her mistress, other treats were few and far between.
“Let me show you,” Lauren said and then placed her computer on her lap, obscuring Sloane’s view of her face. “You can keep going down there while I get it ready.”
“Yes, of course, thank you Mistress,” Sloane replied and then drove her face right between a pair of Lauren’s toes.
It took a few minutes for Lauren to type in the necessary code into her laptop, minutes that Sloane spent tongue cleaning between Lauren’s digits. She kept looking up, eagerly waiting to see what Lauren had planned. Finally Lauren hit ‘enter’ on the keypad and set the computer aside. As soon as she did, Sloane felt a short but strong electric charge sting the base of her skull.
“Aaaah! Ooooww!” The little woman cried out, rubbing at the sharp pain in the back of her neck. “Mistress?”
Lauren was checking her phone when she noticed Sloane had stopped paying attention to her feet. She peered down to find the poor little thing looking a little afraid and clearly in pain. “Oh… sorry about that, pet. I wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen when I shut off the emotional control on your chip.”
Sloane’s eyes grew large with excited disbelief, “you did what?!”
“The emotional control, what keeps you from loosing your shit again without shrinking. I just shut it off. You’ve proven you don’t need it anymore… and even if you did, you’re not exactly in any position to hurt me… or anyone else for that matter.”
“I-I… I don’t know what to say, mistress… thank you! I promise I won’t let you down,” Sloane beamed.
“I know, sweetie, but I’m not done yet. I’ve got another surprise that will knock your socks off.”
Sloane looked down at her own bare feet and then back up at Lauren, “but I’m not wearing any socks, mistress.” It was extremely rare that Sloane had a chance to crack wise and Lauren’s resulting laughter filled her with pride.
“Come along, wise guy. Time for a quick soak.” Lauren lowered her arm and held her palm up for Sloane to climb aboard.
“But, Mistress, I haven’t finished with your feet yet…,” Sloane complained. Lauren just giggled.
The little blonde sat down in the center of the upturned palm and held on to Lauren’s thumb as the sudden rush of being lifted so high and so fast made her stomach drop, as it often did. Initially she thought she was going to be given a bath in the sink, as they were headed to the kitchen.
Sloane was much too small for any proper collar, but Lauren found that the little rubber bands used for orthodontia worked nicely. She pinched it between her darkly polished nails and carefully removed it from Sloane’s neck as she walked.
They stopped well short of the sink at the island counter where a tub of some kind of yellow liquid was resting. To Sloane, it looked to be the size of a swimming pool. She began to worry again, but found herself unceremoniously dumped into the thick substance. As she bobbed to the surface and gasped for breath, Lauren’s face appeared again. She was holding her phone above Sloane and smiling ear to ear.
“Mistress? What is this?” Sloane panted.
“The emotional control isn’t the only thing I fixed, pet. We’ve remedied the size restoration problem with the older chips as well. A while back actually. I’ve just been waiting for a special occasion to show you.” Lauren opened an app on her phone and then asked Sloane, “so sis, how big do you wanna be today? And don’t say full size, that ain’t gonna happen… and you’re going right back down to your current size when we’re done, understand?”
“Of course, Mistress Lauren, I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Sloane replied.
“Alright then… what size would make my little Sloaney-woaney happy today?”
It was a huge moment for Sloane, her will had been Lauren’s for so long now, to be asked what SHE wanted filled her with confusing emotions… but mostly with delight. It was a very big question for a very tiny woman… but Sloane knew the right answer.
“You’re so good to me, and I’m undeserving of your generosity. I don’t have anything to offer you… other than myself. If you’d permit it, would half your height please you? So that I may serve you properly… like I’ve never been able to before?”
“Haven’t you turned into a silver tongued little minx,” Lauren stated with a laugh.
Sloane blushed through the slime that coated her face, “you’d know better than anyone, Mistress.” Sloane winked at the larger woman, which only made Lauren laugh harder.
“I guess I’m the big, all-powerful genie in this scenario so… your wish is my command,” Lauren said jokingly, and then ran her thumb upwards across the phone’s screen.
It happened almost instantly as Sloane’s growth mirrored the speed of Lauren’s scrolling. As she grew, the liquid in the tub began to lower and then disappear, being absorbed into Sloane’s body. Lauren already had a towel sitting on a stool nearby and began drying off the now much larger, but still petite Sloane. From on top of the counter, Sloane could actually look down on Lauren, which was a very disorienting feeling at first. She’d grown accustomed to the size of the apartment and the mountainous objects within, but even at about half her original size, she felt enormous.
“My god,” Sloane gasped, “everything looks so… small.”
Lauren giggled once again as she continued wiping the bio-fluid from Sloane’s little arms. “Lift your leg for me pet,” she ordered and began drying Sloane’s legs and feet one at a time as she stepped out of the tub.
Wonderful chills ran down Sloane’s spine and the back of her neck tingled as her mistress showed her the kind of attention and care that Sloane had shown her for the past year. She almost burst into tears, her heart wanting to explode so full of love and admiration for Lauren. She wondered how she ever could have treated this person the way she had in their youth. How she could have damaged her kind, beautiful face.
“There,” Lauren said as she finished drying Sloane off. She took a half step back to look Sloane over. The little blonde was still looking around the room, trying to process her newfound stature. Lauren ginned with pride… and at how adorable Sloane looked. “Now then, pet… what exactly is it that you can do at this size that you couldn’t do before?”
Sloane’s attention was immediately drawn back to Lauren’s face. She dropped her vision to one of Lauren’s breasts. She’d suckled at them plenty in the past year, but always from on top as either one had dwarfed her substantially. Now, though still larger than her head, she could really get to feel their soft warmth like never before. She reached out to touch one, but paused… looking back up to Lauren’s face for approval.
“Mistress… may I?”
RE: Three Hours/Three Days
So we find ourselves again on the morning in question. Sloane on her knees in the center of the living room, her legs falling asleep beneath her. Lauren finishing up in the restroom. The air thick with humidity from the shower’s steam…
The bathroom door opened, filling the dark hallway with yellow light. A warm fog followed it. Lauren emerged wearing nothing but a purple towel wrapped around her torso, her curly locks taking on a deeper magenta after washing. She didn’t head straight to her room though, much to Sloane’s surprise, but straight into the living room. She hovered above Sloane for a moment and then sat down gracefully on the sofa. She crossed her legs in front of her and placed both of her hands on her knee. She leaned down slightly… her eyes and Sloane’s not yet leaving the other’s. Lauren wiggled her toes in front of Sloane and waited silently, a satisfied grin gracing her face.
Sloane took this as her signal to begin working on the giant foot so she crawled on all fours, trying to ignore the pins and needles attacking her legs. But just as she reached Lauren’s foot, the giant redhead lifted it just out of Sloane’s reach. Lauren lifted her head slightly as well so she could look down her nose at her stepsister. Sloane looked at Lauren with bewilderment.
“Though I do appreciate your eagerness to taste my little toes, Sloane… you did not ask permission to touch your mistress.”
The game had begun…
Sloane had done so well to choke back her rage, but this one got her close. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists. “May I kiss your feet?” She groaned.
“May-I-kiss-your-feet, what?” Asked Lauren.
Sloane gritted her teeth, “may I kiss your feet, Mistress Lauren?”
Lauren giggled a little and then sat back in her seat. “No you may not, pet. But thank you for asking.”
An uncomfortable pause befell the room, as each waited for the others next move. Sloane caved first.
“I don’t understand… I thought… I thought you wanted me to “serve” you this morning,” Sloane asked, making little quotation gestures with her tiny fingers.
“Oh you still are, but my feet don’t need to be pampered until after I get home tonight. No one needs a foot rub before work, silly pet.”
“I… uh… I still don’t understand… Mistress Lauren,” Sloane stammered out of fear, remembering this time to address Lauren as she wished.
Lauren didn’t respond. She just sat there for a moment, making Sloane suffer just a tad longer. Then… she pinched a corner of the towel at her breast and opened it fully, revealing her pale, statuesque body to the tiny woman. She pulled the towel from around her and dropped it on the floor next to the shrunken blonde. Slowly… she uncrossed her legs and spread the smooth, milky white stems apart… showing all of herself to her captive audience. Sloane fell backwards in response, jaw agape.
“Did you know I’m still a virgin, Sloane?” Lauren asked calmly. Sloane, still in shock, didn’t answer. “I asked you a question, Sloane. You WILL answer your mistress.”
Sloane suddenly dropped back into her body at the sound of Lauren’s raised voice. “N-no, Mistress Lauren.”
“And do you know why that is, my pet?”
Lauren leaned forward again to get a good look at Sloane’s terrified face. She rested her chin on her bent wrist confidently. “Do you remember the names you used to call me in school, Sloane?”
For the first time, Sloane looked away towards the ground. “I… I don’t recall, Mistress.”
“Oh please, sure you do… ‘Lumpy Lauren’… ‘Lauren Lardass’… ‘Avalaurnch.’ I’ll hand it to ya, that last one was creative,” Lauren teasingly chuckled.
Sloane sank, feeling even smaller than she already was… at that moment she really did want to disappear. “I’m sorry, Lau… Mistress. I didn’t know what it was doing to you. I was just a stupid kid.”
“You knew exactly what you were doing, Sloane… just as I know what I’m doing now. You did it because you could, just as I am doing this to you because I can.” Lauren leaned back in the seat again. She spread her arms across the back of the couch, tapping her fingers on the fabric. "Even after you left, those names… the things you did to me… they followed me through the rest of school. Even with you gone, I was still Lumpy Lauren.”
“I finally grew out of my baby fat and started running. I even developed an eating disorder, bulimia actually. I couldn’t keep anything I ate down if I wanted to… and people still called me ‘Lauren Lardass’."
“I ended up in the hospital, Sloane.”
“Oh… oh my god… Lauren… I had no idea.”
“That’s because I begged our parents not to tell you about it… I knew it’d just be more ammunition for you. But I got through it… it took a long time though. I worked out properly and ate right. I was fit as a fiddle… and yet no guy wanted anything to do with me because of the picture you painted in their minds. Even now, in college, I feel self conscious. Shawn is the first man I’ve ever been on a date with, Sloane.”
“Lauren… I don’t know what to say… I-”
“You forget your place again, pet. I will not be so forgiving next time.”
“Mistress Lauren… please… I’m sorry… tell me what I can do to make it up to you.”
“You ARE going to make it up to me. You’re going to give me the affection…,” Lauren paused for dramatic effect, “the orgasm I’ve been denied for so many years.”
“What?! You can’t be serious?!” Sloane belted out. A rush of dizziness swept her mind and she shrunk once again. “What the hell is wrong with you… you fucking psycho!”
“You promised me you wouldn’t make a mess today, pet…,” Lauren calmly stated.
“Fuck you, Lauren! You’ve lost your goddamn mind!” More and more of Sloane melted away as she continued to dwindle. At that moment she was standing just over a foot tall.
“Be very careful right now, Sloane. If you make yourself too small, it’ll just be that much easier to stuff you inside me.”
Lauren’s words made Sloane recoil in horror, causing her to slip in her own runoff. She fell hard on her ass, but it didn’t stop her from pleading with Lauren. “Please, Lauren… Mistress Lauren… whatever, don’t make me do this. I beg you!”
Sloane turned over on her hands and knees, crawled through the little puddle of discharge on the floor, and threw herself at Lauren’s feet, begging for mercy. She kissed and licked and rubbed at Lauren’s foot, praying it will be enough to spare her from the alternative. Then, a massive hand descended and wrapped its long fingers around her torso. The floor fell away fast and Sloane found herself deposited between Lauren’s open thighs… her thirsty sex presented in all its glory. The little ginger triangle of pubic hair above may as well have been a neon arrow directing Sloane to act.
Sloane threw herself over Lauren’s thigh and continued to plead with the enormous woman. “Please… Mistress, I know I’ve been horrible to you… I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness… but I beg you, please don’t make me do this! You can’t just blame me for everything that’s gone wrong in your life! For Christ’s sake, we’re sisters!”
“Ha! Only because a sheet of paper somewhere says so. Nice try playing that card though… sis.”
“But I’ve tried, Mistress. I’ve tried so hard to be better. I’m not that person anymore!”
“Let me ask you this, pet…,” Lauren hypothesized, “say agents arrive at the home of an escaped Nazi war criminal. He’s old, can barely walk, doesn’t really even know what’s happening to him. He may have changed a lot in the eighty years since the war, in fact I’m sure he has. He may even regret his role in all of it… but is that man not still guilty of his crimes? Should he not pay for the suffering of so many others?”
“Are you really comparing yourself to a death camp victim, you crazy bitch?!” Sloane had to steady herself as another bout of shrinking hit her, feeling Lauren’s leg slide outwards as it grew beneath her.
Lauren shook her head with disappointment. “You’re still not getting it, Sloane. You beat the living shit out of me, and all I get is ‘sorry.’ You kicked me in the stomach while I pleaded for you to stop. You spit in my face, Sloane…”
“…and this is what it looks like when I spit in yours.”
Sloane was left speechless, searching for the right combination of words that could free her from the inevitable. They would evade her. This person before her was a stranger, she didn’t even speak like Lauren. If this was the version of her stepsister that’d been hidden for so long, Sloane knew that she was responsible for creating her.
“Do you know what it’s like not to have friends, Sloane? Do you know what it’s like to pine for any kind of human companionship? To hate yourself because of what someone else has done to you? You robbed me of a childhood. And now… now you’re going to make up for it.” Lauren leaned back and gazed down her nose yet again. “You now have permission to please your mistress, pet.”
Sloane slid her arms from Lauren’s thigh and peered down at the awaiting sex. Lauren’s skin was nearly flawless, with the exception of a dozen or so circular scars adorning her inner thigh. Sloane recognized her doing instantly and turned away in shame.
Lauren’s immense fingers aggressively took hold of Lauren’s tiny head and spun it back to face the music. “What’sah matter, Sloane? Aren’t you proud of your work? It’s your arrangement, your ‘vision’ after all,” Lauren continued to taunt. “I can’t take a shower… a piss… or even touch myself without thinking about you, Sloane. I’ll always have your mark on me.”
Lauren, feeling more dominant than she ever had in her life, let out a sigh. Her sarcastic, taunting tone suddenly switched to complete seriousness. She removed her grip on Sloane’s skull and instead held her extended index finger over her vagina.
“Think of it this way, Sloane… you’ve marked that spot as yours… like a dog pissing on a tree. This is your territory now, you’ve made your claim… and it’s time you exploited its riches.” Lauren removed her hovering digit and returned her outstretched arms to the back of the couch. “I’m growing tired of feeling like I need to explain myself… a master shouldn’t have to justify their intentions to a lowly pet.”
Sloane broke down completely, howling and pulling at her own hair in frustration. She knelt down, placed both of her outstretched hands on Lauren’s flower petals and kneaded at them with her palms. Holding both arms extended as far as she could, Sloane closed her eyes… turned her head away… and massaged Lauren’s vulva with all the disgust associated with unclogging a drain. Lauren allowed it for a short time, but then pulled a spit take.
“Ppppppfffftttthahahahaha… you can do better than that, Sloane,” Lauren cackled. “If my big… bad… pussy offends you so much, I’ll gladly make my asshole available to you instead if you like,” she suggested, speaking to Sloane like a baby.
Sloane bent over, gripped the back of her head and cried out… her head almost close enough to graze Lauren’s prepuce. She felt like she was going mad in her own personal hell.
Lauren loomed over Sloane one last time to watch her stepsister finally give in… “You keep saying you’re sorry, sis. But I think you’re just sorry that you’re no longer top dog… just… a dog. As usual, the only person you’re concerned with is yourself. I’m here to tell you that actions speak much louder than words.” Lauren checked the clock and realized that there were only forty five more minutes before she had to leave for class. “And if your actions don’t make me cum before I have to leave, you’re gonna find out what it’s like to go two full days without food and water inside your little cage instead of just one.” Lauren leaned back and waited, spreading her arms across the back of the sofa again. She looked majestic, more confident than she ever had in her life.
Sloane’s crying turned to screaming as she launched herself at Lauren’s gash. She felt disoriented for a moment as she shrank a little more. Her body’s discharge absorbed into the couch and moistened Lauren’s lips.
Lauren tilted her head back and shut her eyes, soaking in the sensation of Sloane’s body rubbing against her most sensitive of places. “Mmmmmm… what a wonderful idea, Sloane… lubing yourself up before taking the plunge,” mocked the giantess.
Sloane forced her arms inside of Lauren’s minge, working them in and out and along the roof. The deep rumbling and moans coming from above proved that her efforts were working. The tears pouring down her face never ceased through the entire ordeal.
“Good, girl… more… faster… use your whole body, Sloane,” Lauren cooed.
Sloane responded by thrusting her shoulder into the pink crease and forcing her torso along it. Lauren’s back arched in response, her legs expanding and closing… her pelvis thrusting forward and back. Sloane began to worry she might get crushed under Lauren’s greedy undulations.
“More…,” Lauren moaned, “look at me, Sloane… look into my eyes.”
The morning sun caught the glint of Sloane’s tear soaked cheeks as her upturned eyes met Lauren’s.
“Your mouth… my clit… now.”
Sloane closed her eyes and took her mistress’s button into her mouth.
“No… look at me… you WILL look me in the eye until you’ve finished your job. Now suck.”
Sloane lapped at Lauren’s clit and continued rubbing herself against her lips. She was soaked in perspiration, Lauren’s secretions, her own runoff from shrinking… and tears. Lauren’s moans grew deeper and her breathing quickened. At that point Sloane was doing everything she could to just get through this, to give Lauren her orgasm and be done with it. As the crescendo built, Lauren bit at her fist and let the delightful pleasure-pain take her. She nearly crushed Sloane between her thighs as she climaxed, stopping herself just in time.
Lauren sat quietly for a minute, trying to piece her brain back together. Sloane was still between her legs, laying on her stomach, panting and weeping. Out of nowhere, a pair of fingers pinched Sloane’s sides and pressed her against the enormous snapper.
“Again,” was the only word Lauren uttered.
Sloane winced, a broken, empty shell of herself. She leaned into Lauren’s snatch and began working her clit again… not even offering the slightest resistance. This was it, this was the moment Lauren was waiting for. Sloane was on the very brink of giving in to her every whim, and it excited her as much as Sloane’s ministrations.
Sloane managed to generate another earthquake of an orgasm from Lauren. She nibbled and slurped at Lauren’s tender button while ramming herself against the soft, dripping lips like a linebacker against a tackling dummy. As the big O rumbled through Lauren’s nethers, Sloane dropped to the couch again, too exhausted to continue. At that moment, Lauren’s fingers wrapped around Sloane’s leg, lifting the tiny blonde upside down to meet her eye level. Lauren scanned the clock again and then returned her attention to Sloane… with a smile.
“I think we have time for another round.”
Lauren let go of Sloane’s leg and she fell onto her smooth, flat stomach. Sloane slid a little until she came to rest with her face just above Lauren’s clitoris again. Sloane wailed out once more, causing her to shrink again.
“Pllleeeeeeease… stooooooooop!” She cried in anguish.
Lauren just carelessly pressed Sloane’s face into her little hood. The feeling of having the tiny woman shrink right on top of her made the experience all that more incredible.
“You do look tired, pet. Tell ya what… I’ll take care of the pussy, but you’re still on clitoris duty.”
And then it happened…
…the moment Lauren had ached for, the moment Sloane would give herself over wholly and unquestionably. As she removed her finger from the back of Sloane’s head, the tiny woman popped up, gasping for air. And when she could finally breath again, Sloane peeked back with the saddest eyes Lauren had ever seen.
“Th-thank you…,” Sloane whimpered.
“Thank-you-what, my pet?”
Sloane answered and then immediately began crying again as she buried her face under Lauren’s hood…
“Thank you, Mistress Lauren.”
Lauren sunk back into the sofa and fingered herself while Sloane paid detailed attention to her given task. Her accomplishments scholastically, the work she’d done at the lab, all of it paled in comparison to the way she felt the moment she finally broke Sloane. It was the greatest achievement of her young life and she reveled in it.
Until the phone rang…
Lauren picked it up from the cushion next to her and checked to see who was calling, annoyed that her moment of triumph was being spoiled. Sloane paused for a moment, distracted by the loud ringing of Lauren’s cell. Lauren instantly snapped her fingers and pointed at Sloane sternly.
“I didn’t say stop.”
Sloane dropped her head and returned to suckling, working more vigorously out of fear.
The number was Shawn’s. It was strange for him to be calling her so early in the morning, or at all. He usually just texted.
Something was off.
Lauren tapped ‘accept’ and brought the phone to her ear. “What’s up, Shawn?”
Shawn whispered into the phone, his voice having a nervous tremble to it, “the cops have been here for hours, Lauren. There are Feds here. They’ve been asking all kinds of vague questions about you…”
“…what the fuck did you do, Lauren?!”
Lauren hung up on him, sitting straight up at the same time causing Sloane to topple off her stomach and onto the damp spot in the sofa between her legs. Sloane’s head darted back and forth like a scared animal.
“What? I’m sorry! Did I do something wrong? Mistress?”
Lauren ignored her and shot to her feet, her pelvis rising right over Sloane like she wasn’t even there. Her heart raced in her chest as she searched for answers as to what she should do. There really weren’t any easy ones… she had to run.
“Sloane! Kennel! Now!” She ordered, then stormed off towards her room.
Sloane was confused and petrified. Something was wrong, what had she done to anger Lauren? More importantly, how was she going to pay for it? She snapped out of her trance and tried to lower herself from the couch, realizing just how much she’d shrunk in the past hour. Her feet dangled below her, searching for solid ground, but she slipped over the rounded edge of the couch and crumpled onto the hardwood. She stood up slowly, taking in just how far she’d fallen, literally and figuratively. The small apartment was almost alien now, vast and imposing. Lauren’s sandals lay nearby, the size of small cars. The tiny blonde shivered in her cold, wet nakedness. Her once tight collar hung loosely from her neck like a scarf.
And then Lauren returned…
“Goddamnit, Sloane! I said get in your kennel!” Lauren’s voice thundered through the room. She knelt down, threatening to backhand the tiny blonde who screamed back in terror. Lauren caught herself mid swipe, and then snapped her fingers into a point directed at the cage. “Go! now!”
Sloane stumbled over herself like a silent film actor and then took off towards the pet carrier. She took hold of the cage door as she arrived, slamming it shut behind her. Panting and trembling, she clutched at the gate. Her stomach sunk further as she quickly realized she was small enough to stand up straight inside the cage.
Sloane shouted back at Lauren, the cage giving her a false sense of safety from the titan frantically darting around the apartment. She shook the cage gate like a condemned prisoner trying to get the guard’s attention.
“Lauren! What the fuck is going on!” The gate rose slightly in front of her as her elevated emotions caused her to shrink again.
Lauren stuffed her laptop into her suitcase as she frustratedly tried to zip the overstuffed bag closed. Her enormous bare feet stomped and slapped the floor as she quickly approached Sloane’s cage. The cage rocketed upwards, causing its occupant to lose her footing and fall. The elevator ride reached it’s final floor at Lauren’s face.
“We have to leave. Sloane, if you make a single fucking sound, I swear to fucking god you’re gonna live to regret it… do I make myself crystal… fucking… clear?” Lauren shouted in a panicked rage, shaking the cage to emphasize each word. Her eyes were wide and wild looking.
Sloane held onto the bars in terror, trying to keep from sliding to the back of the enclosure… but she still managed to answer, “y-yes, Mistress!”
Lauren swiped the keys to Sloane’s car and her sandals from the floor. She sprinted barefoot out the door with the suitcase under one arm and Sloane’s kennel under the other.
She could only hope she had enough of a head start to make it to the Canadian boarder…
End Part Five
RE: Three Hours/Three Days
Day Two - Breaking Through
Eleven days later…
Sloane waited as patiently as she could for Lauren to emerge from the restroom. She sat on her knees with her hands clasped behind her back. The feeling of her knees grinding into the hardwood was getting increasingly painful the longer she had to wait. The sound of the squeaking shower head signaled that Lauren was about done. She’d only have to wait for her massive pseudo-sibling to get dressed. It was both a relieving and agonizing feeling, knowing that soon she would be allowed to move, but with the growing pain, it still seemed so far away.
It was the first day for this particular test, having to be sure she was awake before Lauren… ready to serve at her feet as soon as the towering redhead walked into the living room. At least she’d taken a shower first this time, for which Sloane was deeply grateful. Every day since she began to shrink, Lauren had made her worship her lower extremities first thing in the morning. She’d have to choke down the little bits of dirt that stuck to Lauren’s soles throughout the previous day, then Lauren would shower immediately afterwards as if to humiliate Sloane more.
Sloane loathed her new life. Everything that was happening was frightening and unfair. She’d been reduced to Lauren’s little footslave… a pet to be used and abused as her owner saw fit. And Sloane had no choice but to endure it. She had to suck in every instinct she had to fight back, to scream and bitch and carry on. She was far too small now to stand a chance against her enormous sister anyway. She wasn’t even permitted to wear clothing, as if anything she owned would fit her at this point. Nothing at least, with the exception of one article… which in itself was just another way for Lauren to dehumanize her.
To her credit, Sloane had only lost about a foot of height since the first night. She took Lauren’s cruel tests as they came, and forced herself to get through each. It was on Wednesday when Lauren had returned after a couple of hours that she lost that precious foot. The monument of woman walked through the door with a large (to Sloane anyway) cardboard box under her arm and a plastic bag in the other. Lauren set the bag on the counter.
Sloane was laying on the couch, recovering from her morning of tending to Lauren’s feet when her stepsister came through the door. She had no idea what Lauren had bought, but it couldn’t be anything other than a new means to make her feel small. The mischievous look on Lauren’s face only confirmed it.
“And what do you think you’re doing, pet?” Lauren asked, crossing her arms across her chest.
Sloane had been gifted her new nickname the previous day, and like everything else, it was designed to push her further down and test her resolve. She took it like anything else Lauren threw at her… zen-like, with closed eyes and controlled breathing. At that moment though, she had no idea what Lauren was talking about.
“I… I… don’t know?” Sloane stuttered.
Lauren closed in on her fast and shoved Sloane off the couch and onto the floor with a thud. Sloane looked up at Lauren with terror in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did… please don’t hurt me!” She screamed at the much larger woman towering over her. She shielded her face from any further attack from Lauren.
Lauren just stood over Sloane and wagged her finger, “bad girl! Bad Sloane! No pets on the furniture!”
Sloane couldn’t believe it… did this really just happen? Did Lauren really see her this way now, or was this just another test? The burning rage grew deep down inside her, but she had to suppress it. She had to.
Sloane crawled on her hands and knees towards Lauren’s sandaled foot and began kissing her toes in a bid for forgiveness. ‘My god,’ she thought, ‘have I really sunk this low?’
“Good girl,” Lauren cooed. “I’m not mad at you, but you have to learn your place, pet. I have a few things to help you with that…”
As Sloane continued to kiss Lauren’s toes, Lauren reached into the bag on the counter and began to lower its contents. She pulled her foot away from Sloane and placed a pair of stainless steel bowls in front of her, each with Sloane’s name personalized on them.
Lauren stood up straight and proudly smiled down on her tiny stepsister, “well, does my little pet like her fancy new food bowls? What do you say?” Lauren placed her hands on her hips waiting for an answer.
Sloane wanted to scream at Lauren more than anything, to tear her apart, to remind her of the loser she is and always was. But she bit her tongue and filled her lungs with cool, calming air. She looked up to Lauren’s face high above her and thanked Lauren, feeling sick as she did.
“Such a good little pet you’re becoming,” Lauren said, feeling truly pleased with Sloane’s progress. She leaned down and stroked Sloane’s hair a few times before standing back up. “I got you something else…”
Lauren returned to the box and removed its contents… a plastic, gated pet carrier, complete with handle.
“Look, pet… your new home!”
That was it, Sloane couldn’t contain her rage any more. She stood up from her knees and called Lauren every name in the book, and with each passing minute, Sloane dwindled. By the time her rage and the dizziness subsided, she only stood about a foot and a half tall. Lauren was even more of a titan to her now and Sloane sobered with fear. She hadn’t even noticed that the shrinking process had voided her bladder again, her urine mixing with the usual pool of liquid discharge that had been purged from her body.
Lauren reigned above Sloane with mock contempt, ready to further her training. “Naughty Sloane, no no no no!” She scolded while shaking a finger at her miniature stepsister. “Look at the mess you’ve made! Looks like we’ll have to house break you.”
“The fuck…,” Sloane gasped.
Lauren reached over to the counter to retrieve a magazine that had been sitting there for some time. She rolled it up in her hands and then began to tap it on her palm.
“No… please… Lauren… don’t hit me!” Sloane screamed and then turned on her heels to run. She immediately tripped over her own legs and fell forward. There wasn’t enough time to regather herself before the giant magazine came down hard on her ass with a whack. The searing pain it left behind was indescribable, with each blow that followed worse than the previous.
“Bad girl!” Lauren chanted, bringing the magazine down to punctuate each repetition. “Bad bad bad bad bad bad.”
Sloane was left blubbering face down on the floor, her tears and dripping saliva forming a stream beneath her face. Her reddening ass stung too much to move.
“Get up,” Lauren barked. “We’re not done. On your feet.”
Sloane looked back and up towards Lauren, pleading desperately with her eyes. She saw no compassion, no reprieve in Lauren’s. Only the slow, frightening rhythm of the magazine smacking Lauren’s palm. Sloane hoisted herself to her knees, nearly collapsing from pain in the process. “Lauren… please…”
“Go to your mess, Pet,” Lauren ordered, pointing at the puddle near her foot with the magazine. “Now!”
Sloane hesitated for but a moment, only to be met with the loud crack of the magazine coming down hard on Lauren’s hand. She crawled to the edge of the puddle and awaited Lauren’s instructions.
“I can’t have my pet pissing in the house, Sloane. If you can’t control yourself I’ll have to train you like a dog.” With a single raised eyebrow, Lauren asked her crestfallen sister, “and do you know how you teach a dog not to piss in the house, my pet?”
Sloane shook her head nervously, knowing she wasn’t going to like what was coming. In a flash, Lauren bent down and pinched Sloane’s head between her thumb and forefinger. She forced Sloane’s head to the floor, slamming her face into the disgusting puddle. Sloane accidentally swallowed a mouthful of her own fluids as she struggled to get free. She kicked and flailed, splashing her liquified mass around as Lauren held her in place effortlessly.
“You have to rub their noses in it,” Lauren informed her.
The following day, Lauren went back to the pet store to purchase a litter box.
After the events of that day, Sloane was fully ready to comply. She realized that Lauren’s cruelty could surpass even her own and she was far less capable of fighting back than Lauren ever was. This was years of suppression having built up and being released. Lauren may have thought she was trying to help Sloane initially, but this had evolved into something else… something far more frightening. As demoralized as she felt, Sloane knew she had to comply… her life may very well depend on it.
The long days with Lauren were incredibly awkward for Sloane. Unless she was being forced to serve at the giant woman’s feet, Lauren would generally just ignore Sloane’s presence altogether. Unbeknownst to the terrified little woman, this was yet another tactic of Lauren’s. She wanted to force Sloane to wallow in her newfound vulnerability. It also forced her sweat out her dependence on alcohol, cold fucking turkey.
Lauren kept her promise to Shawn and went out to dinner with him that Saturday. Her black eye and bruising had gone down enough that she could passably mask them with makeup. The pair had a lovely time and made plans to go out again the following weekend. Shawn was quite the charmer and Lauren was quite smitten with him. They’d texted each other daily during Lauren’s hiatus from school.
Sloane was, of course, left home. Trapped inside the cramped pet carrier with a cute little heart shaped lock on the outside. She was curled up on a towel, the only comfort that Lauren had allowed her. From Lauren’s perspective, it just made for easier cleanup in case Sloane shrank some more. The tiny woman cried, just as she had every night for days now. A pink cat collar, the only article of clothing she was now required to wear, itched at her neck and made it difficult to sleep. The DTs from going a week without alcohol were no picnic either.
Lauren returned to class that following Monday. She left Sloane alone in the cage with no food or water, another of her growing laundry list of ways to break her miniature stepsister. This one was mostly practical. She would be at school all day and then at the lab afterward, she didn’t have time to come home and let Sloane out to relieve her bladder. It proved to be a torturous day for both women; Sloane for obvious reasons, but Lauren found it hard to focus thinking about the miniature woman locked up at home… and new ways to make her life a living hell.
She thought she could restore Sloane’s size at any time, not that she was about to let Sloane know that. That very day at the lab though, Lauren overheard Doctor Levinson discussing with another project head about the problems with older bio-chips. It seemed that if a chip went uninstalled before it’s expiration was up, it became nearly impossible to restore mass to any subject. This in turn was the only thing holding them back from human trials and mass distribution to the prison system.
Lauren gasped. Had she actually doomed Sloane to a life as a tiny secret pet? The news may have surprised her, but Lauren didn’t feel much guilt about it. In fact, she felt some kind of relief knowing that she wouldn’t have to bring her games with Sloane to an end. The thought even seemed to excite her… her childhood bully, reduced to nothing but a household pet for the rest of her life. Lauren felt warm and tugged at the collar of her lab coat. As distracted as she may have been before, now it was all she could think about.
Lauren returned home that night and tossed her keys on the counter. She pretended to look for a snack in the fridge, rifled through the cupboards… anything to make Sloane suffer just a bit longer. Sloane clung to the gate, desperately wanting to be let out of her cramped enclosure. Eventually, Lauren removed her shoes and left them by the door, then approached the cage on the far side of the room agonizingly slowly. The key to Sloane’s entrapment was sitting on top of the carrier, just out of reach enough to taunt her further. Lauren opened the lock and unlatched the gate. She expected Sloane to immediately greet her tired bare feet, but instead the tiny blonde took off on a dead run towards the counter and fell at her bowl, gulping down handfuls of room temperature water.
“Uh-uh,” Lauren scorned, “pets don’t use their hands to drink from, only for pleasing their owners.”
Sloane avoided making eye contact with her giant sister and just did as she was told. She got down on all fours and began lapping up water like a dog with her face in the bowl. She had to fight the urge to start crying again.
“I think you forgot something, pet…,” Lauren’s voice suddenly boomed from high above. She was standing directly behind her tiny captive, but leaned over enough so Sloane could view her face from below. Sloane turned around to find Lauren’s enormous feet waiting behind her, the heel of one foot resting on the other. “You forgot to properly greet me, silly!”
Sloane wiped the water dripping from her chin across her wrist and dived right in. She kissed and licked Lauren’s feet from toes to ankle, running her tongue along the tendons, just as she knew Lauren wanted. The task was already unbearable, but after a long day such as Lauren’s, it was so much worse. The smell, the sweat, the heat. She could have easily thrown up, if there was anything in her stomach to purge, but Sloane knew it would only be met with more punishment.
“Good girl, Sloane,” Lauren beamed down like a pleased god, “but you should have greeted my tired dogs as soon as the cage door opened… and for that, you’ll go without eating tonight.”
Sloane didn’t halt her work, but the tears she’d been fighting now moistened the top of Lauren’s foot as much as her saliva. Lauren allowed Sloane to continue for a few more minutes and then casually kicked her aside.
“That’s enough for now, you can finish after I get my pajamas on,” and with that, the ginger giantess disappeared down the hallway into her room. Her head peaked out from the door frame just enough to catch Sloane spread out and sobbing on the floor. A satisfied grin spread across her face, knowing just how close she was to breaking Sloane’s will. “Oh Pet?” She called out down the hallway. Sloane looked up, awaiting the latest orders from her drill sergeant. “I want you on your knees at the end of the couch, ready to finish what you started when I come back… understand?” Lauren’s curly red locks disappeared into her room again.
Sloane stood up as instructed and sulked towards the couch. It wasn’t long before her massive sister returned wearing a white tank top and a pair of loose fitting sweatpants. She plopped herself down on the couch and crossed her feet at the ankles in front of Sloane.
“Well,” Lauren asked, “what are you waiting for?”
Hours went by as Lauren typed away at her homework while Sloane tongue-bathed her feet until her mouth was dry and her jaw was sore. Lauren, finally ready for bed, pulled her feet away from an exhausted Sloane and hovered over her sister.
“You’ve done very well tonight, my pet,” Lauren complimented, accompanied by a few gentle strokes of Sloane’s hair. “I think a reward is in order.”
Sloane hesitated, not sure if this meant a reward for her or for Lauren. Lauren stood up and crossed the floor to the kitchen. She removed a box of Coco-Puffs from the cereal cabinet and extracted a single chocolatey puff, then returned to the tiny blonde kneeling obediently on the floor. She leaned down and delicately placed the dry little ball in Sloane’s open palms. Lauren stroked her hair a couple times more, and for the first time, Sloane felt pleasant tingles run down her neck at her sister’s touch. She held the chocolate puff to her chest and looked back up at Lauren.
“Th-thank you,” she stammered. Sloane felt more confused than ever. What was happening to her? Was she really as grateful for this piece of cereal as she felt, or was she just happy not to be getting tortured? Anything felt better than having the aftertaste of Lauren’s skin in her mouth, I suppose.
“Positive reinforcement is just as important as negative in training a dog, my little pet,” Lauren explained, scratching Sloane on the back of the neck. “Tell ya what… if you’re a good girl, I won’t lock you in the cage tomorrow while I’m gone. You can be free to roam the apartment at will, as long as you promise not to try and escape.”
Sloane didn’t say anything at first, so Lauren squatted down in front of her. “I trust you won’t try to escape, right? It was one thing when you were only half your original height, but now… well, the only thing you’re lookin’ down on is a Barbie doll. This is New York City, Sloane. Even if you resent me for my techniques, can you really say your odds are better with the weirdos out there?”
Sloane hadn’t thought about it until just then, and it killed her to admit it, but Lauren was right. She’d endured Lauren’s “training” so far, but what if she ran into a genuine sicko? Sloane looked to the ground, feeling defeated. That’s when Lauren lifted Sloane’s head back up with a single curled finger so they could see eye to eye.
“From now on you’ll answer me when I speak to you, understand?” Lauren’s tone was firm, but not bitter, as though she were instructing a child.
“Yes, Lauren,” Sloane answered.
Lauren felt a slight rush from Sloane’s sudden submissiveness. She felt proud that her methods seemed to be working, not thinking for a second about what they might be doing to her own mind. If alcohol had been the vice that brought Sloane to this moment, then power was the drug slowly taking hold of Lauren.
Lauren held Sloane’s chin under her finger and repeated herself, “do you promise to be a good little pet if I let you roam free? You promise to stay off the furniture and not make any little messes for me to clean up? Do you promise to be ready to greet me properly when I get home tomorrow?”
Tears rolled out of Sloane’s eyes, her will to fight back hanging by a thread. “Y-yes, Lauren.”
Lauren scratched the underside of Sloane’s chin and smiled at her obedient little pet. A simple, even kind gesture, but to Sloane it felt like Lauren was literally scratching more of her humanity away.
“That’s a good girl.” Lauren stood back to her full height, lording it over Sloane once again. She turned down the hallway towards her room but stopped for a moment, placing her hand on the corner of the wall. “I expect you to be up before me, sis. I’m gonna need some attention before school.”
“Yes, Lauren,” Sloane sobbed.
Lauren’s grin was hidden from Sloane with her back to the tiny woman. She had one last instruction for her, “oh… and Sloane, from now on… if you’re going to use my name, make sure the word ‘mistress’ precedes it.” And with that, Lauren disappeared into her room for the night.
Sloane didn’t answer her, she was doubled over in tears, too emotionally overwhelmed to speak. She screamed and clawed at the back of her neck, ripping the stitching surrounding the surgical scar in an irrational attempt to dig out the implant. All it resulted in was another drop in stature.
Neither woman slept very well that night. Sloane because she was too afraid to sleep longer than her ‘mistress’; but Lauren… Lauren had an idea that kept swimming around in her head. An idea that kept her from shutting her brain off for hours. It’d only been a week and a half, but Sloane had progressed faster than she could have ever hoped.
But this test, somehow Lauren knew that it would either force Sloane into absolute submission… or… she’d literally disappear under the weight of her own uncontrollable emotions. For some reason, the thought of either result gave Lauren goosebumps.