@Mrgoblinging7 Haha! Thanks for posting this here! It’s funny how the photo manips that take the least amount of editing usually turn out the best 
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RE: Re-Homedposted in Artwork
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RE: Valérian et Laurelineposted in Artwork
@foreverlurk I literally named a character in my story Post-Punk and Shrunk Laureline because of this specific comic
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RE: Live Wireposted in Artwork
@olo If you leave them alone, they’re sure to get into mischief. Should probably have those child-protective covers over those outlets lol
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RE: Three Hours/Three Daysposted in Stories
@the-big-g Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. It’s always nice to get feedback.
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RE: Three Hours/Three Daysposted in Stories
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…
…her goddess…
…her love…
…would most like to be awakened for another round of playful sexual bliss that day.
The End.
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RE: Three Hours/Three Daysposted in Stories
Day Three - The Anniversary
One Year Later…
Tokyo, Japan
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.
“Mistress?”
“Yes, pet?”
“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?”
