From Amy to Zero

Young Amy's worst imaginable nightmares become reality when a misguided wish lands her in the clutches of her middle school tormentor.

Tags:

Macro/Micro, Size Difference, Mind Break, Size Kink, Foot Crush, Butt, butt crush, Entrapment, enslavement, shrunken girl, Underage, Child giantess, Violence, Irony, Bullying, Giant/Tiny, Humiliation

Author's Note: One of my favorite commissions I've done, and a story I personally reread a lot. I'm quite proud of what I was able to do in such a short wordcount.

In a nondescript, picturesque, mid-spring evening amongst the forest only a stone’s throw away from a suburban neighborhood, there lied a clearing in the woods. An unremarkable clearing, save for the ring of stones which spiraled out from its center, some almost as tall as a person, some stacked atop one another and across each other, some made out of granite, basalt, sandstone and lime, some smaller ones growing flowers in their crevices. Few had laid eyes on these stones in the past hundred years, though laying in their midst, snoring lightly, briskly, cutely, was one such girl who had been guided by their unlikely pull.

Amy Chen had a book on her face. She’d evidently fell asleep reading, so an outside observer wouldn’t be able to make out her red-rimmed rectangular glasses, or her dark brown bangs, or her braces, or any other ailments which, though endearing in their own way, also signaled to every student in her grade level that she was somewhat runty, nerdy even. The precise kind of creature which would be picked off by a predator for lagging behind the rest of the herd… had she been some kind of antelope or zebra or something.

Luckily, Amy Chen didn’t have to worry about voracious big cats or velociraptors. No. Her predators were two-legged, and somehow even more vindictive than the most vicious of panthers.

One such creature stalked the tree line. Its eyes narrowed as they quested for its prey. Its mark. There she was, sleeping. Easy pickings. It wouldn’t be long now. Sneaking up on Amy Chen would be a cakewalk, so long as our predator remained quiet.

As if it’d be hard. Zora O’Neil was a trained athlete, and part of any sport meant having poise. She watched her step, avoided crunchy leaves, and kept to the soft patches of dirt and grass as she approached, approached, approached, annnnnnnd…

“Boo!”

“AIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!”

Amy screeched awake, shot to her feet, and bumped her crown on the rock overhang. “Owww…!” Tears welled up in her eyes and fogged her glasses. She rubbed her head as she crouched from beneath the rock overhang, leaving her book in the dirt. “What are you doing here…?!”

Amy’s pain and frustration shifted to annoyance soon enough; her assailant’s laughter was so rambunctious, she doubted she heard her.

“HAAAAA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ha, I gotcha good, didn’t I! You little twerp?”

Zora O’Neil smirked down at Amy’s puny form which seemed somehow to shrink even now. The beginnings of puberty were already causing Zora’s height to blossom, and though 5’4” wasn’t exactly anything to write home about, amidst her 5^th grade classmates Zora might as well have been a colossus. And she never shied away from flaunting it – whether it was basketball, track and field, volleyball, soccer, or swimming, every physical ordeal placed before Zora was taken by her as a challenge, and she passed each one with flying colors. So assured was she of her physical superiority over her peers that Zora had even taken to lording it over them in more… direct ways.

Amy Chen wasn’t the first of Zora’s victims. But considering her scarcely 4’9” frame, her painfully shy disposition, her meek obedience in the face of the slightest trouble, and her tepid pallor as a result of her indoor lifestyle, she had definitely proven the most fun. Zora’s check-ins with Amy had become a weekly if not daily occurrence, and they always culminated in some new indignity to inflict on the transfer student, whether it be physical, emotional, or financial in nature.

Amy wanted to run… but this was Zora. If she tried, Zora would catch her. Then she’d be scared and tired. Amy clenched her fists and swallowed her tears… better to just let this play out. Zora’s laughter had mostly petered out, and so Amy decided to repeat her question.

“Oh, that’s what you wanna know?” Zora scoffed, and she put a single hand on her hip. With the other one, she grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from the pocket of her sweatpants, taking a deep, gracious swig before replacing it. “Well, honestly… I was worried about ya! Clearly. I even called your mom, and she said you’d been coming home late from school these past few weeks! So, when I spotted you duck off into the woods…” Zora approached Amy, who seemed insistent on stepping back, even shimmying behind any number of the massive stones. Yet, like a persistence predator, Zora never increased her pace. She simply approached the avoidant, tiny young girl.

“… I just had to follow you. To make sure you’re okay… and all.” Zora bared her teeth.

Amy shuddered. “Yeah right… There’s no way.”

Zora shrugged. “Yeah, that’s true. But I did call your mom, though. Heh, heh.”

Amy rolled her eyes glumly. Part of the fiction Zora had crafted involved presenting herself as Amy’s best friend whenever any of Amy’s parents happened to be nearby, or picking her up, or at a parent-teacher conference. Which wasn’t hard on Zora’s part, considering Amy had nobody else who wanted to spend time with her at school anyway.

“So,” said Zora, finally taking her predator’s gaze off Amy. “I honestly thought a freak of the week like you would spend your free time at some sort of nerd haunt or book club or yarn session.” Zora eyed the book, face-open on the wet, late afternoon grass. “But even I’ve gotta give you credit where it’s due, Ames. This place doesn’t look completely lame… What is it?”

Amy cringed. This place… her secret place… this was supposed to be a safe space, a place for respite. That her bully followed her here, defiled its sanctity. Home, school, now even the woods were not safe from Zora’s scourge. Amy didn’t want to say anything… but if she didn’t, she knew Zora would probably punch her, kick her, sit on her, and more.

Amy sighed. She avoided looking in Zora’s face as she explained. “I read about it late last semester. I don’t entirely know what it is… but I went to the library—”

“Boooooo-riiiiiing!” Zora was stretching her arms high above her head, increasing the apparent size of her frame while airing out her freckled limbs. “Unless you have some better ideas of fun for us to have together, I suggest you skip to the cool stuff.”

Amy’s hair stood on end, and she rushed out, “It’s called a wishing circle! Ap-apparently…”

Hands in her skirt pockets, Amy meandered again as Zora let that sink in.

“A… wishing circle?” Zora’s tone betrayed that the erstwhile coolness of the stone formation had been replaced with Lord of the Rings fantasy mumbo jumbo.

“Mm hmm! According to the settlers who first lived here, circles like this have been found where, if you close your eyes and wish for your deepest desire, it’ll come true!” The light in Amy’s own eyes glowed, then dimmed. “Not that that’s ever happened to me. Every day when I come here, I shut them tight. And I hope… I hope beyond hope… that my life can change. That I’ll find some true meaning… something different than what I endure at school… from you.” Amy didn’t know what made her feel so defiant, but it just came out, and it was too late to take the words back.

“From me?!”

Zora’s growl was enough to make Amy bristle, stopped dead like a deer in headlights. She turned behind her, only for Zora to grab her at her button-up collar, the kicking and squabbling girl grunting in frustration.

“Let go! Let me go! Help! HEEELLL—”

Zora’s hand over Amy’s mouth reduced the screams to muffled growls.

“Oh… Ames…” Zora said, smiling as Amy petered herself out, reducing her struggles to a stray kick here, a meager push against Zora’s body there. Zora wasn’t muscular, but she was lithe and tall for her age, and she was more than capable of subjugating Amy for however long she wanted.

Zora went on, “If you really didn’t like our arrangement, you should’ve just said so. I mean, I had to admit, it was losing some of the fun for me myself. It started out neat! You used to be a lot funnier to pick on! But then, things got… boring.”

Zora was shuffling Amy further and further into the center of the wishing circle. The stones that encompassed the pair looked more like a jury evaluating their souls than simple rocks.

“So go ahead. Make your wish. But I’ll tell you what I’m gonna wish for!” Zora said, punctuating her words by throwing a battered Amy down to the ground with force. “My wish is for our relationship to get… fun again. I wanna have loads of fun with my beloved friend… tiny little Baby Amy. I want things to get exciting for us. And when I open my eyes, I know that things will still be the same, because your fairy tale doo-doo is just make-believe. One… two…

“Ames?”

That was… weird.

Amy had been right there.

“Ames? Amyyyy?”

Zora turned left and right, she looked up, she checked the stone blocks that encircled them. The shrinking violet was nowhere to be found.

“Where’d you go? Amy? Amy?!” Zora turned in place, perhaps a bit too fast. Even as a trained athlete, she couldn’t twirl for long before collapsing in a heap. “Oomph!” Her butt made a print in the grassy patch of weeds and dandelions, and it felt sore. “Owwww…”

Zora rubbed against the back of her sweatpants when she felt some odd movement. It seemed too big to be a bug, but too… too weird and fleshy to be some sort of bird or rodent. And it was stuck against the back of her pants.

“What the…?” Zora had no love for bugs, and plenty had been crushed beneath her hands, shoes, or against the might of her wielding a can of bugspray in the past. But as her fingers clasped around the object she’d just sat on and pulled it in front of her face… not even Zora could’ve possibly comprehended what she was about to behold.

“Oh… M… Geee…”

Zora’s gaze wavered. It couldn’t be… but… there, plucked between her fingers, was a tiny, diminutive Amy. And not just tiny in the hyperbolic sense. But a really, really, tiny girl. Two inches was a generous estimate; a chipmunk could dwarf her. 

Amy’s arm was between Zora’s finger and thumb, and as she hung limply, Zora could feel her form twitching in her grasp. They locked eyes.

The seconds passed.

Then:

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—”

Amy screamed. She shrieked. It was shrill and dripping with abject dread.

Zora didn’t even have the time to process precisely how it felt to be carrying Amy’s life in her literal hands; despite the fact they were at least a mile into the woods and nobody important could possibly pick up on Amy’s squeaks, she couldn’t help but give Amy an involuntary shush!! But if Amy heard it, she didn’t respond. Rather, her screams took on a new flavor:

“OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE HELP ME, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!! SAVE ME! HEEEELLLLL—”

Zora squinted at Amy in frustration. She shook her around violently in her grip, but that just made her screams pick up a handful of decibels. Rising to her feet also didn’t assuage any of Amy’s fears. Zora was – incredibly – starting to sweat. There may be nothing to worry about now, but when she got back home it would be increasingly hard to hide a screaming little girl without attracting the precise kind of attention she did not want. Trying her hardest to avoid simply wringing Amy apart in her fists, Zora checked her pants pockets. Her Gatorade bottle already occupied one, and a crumpled up Takis wrapper she’d been planning to throw away was stuck in the other. Her rear pocket was barely large enough to hold loose change, much less be deep enough to prevent Amy from climbing out. But, remembering the rear pocket did get her thinking…

Zora reached behind her, hooked the elastic band of the rear of her pants and underwear with her finger, and with no preamble she dropped the chirping, tiny girl inside.

Zora released, and she felt the slight tickle of Amy scrambling to avoid falling to the bottom of Zora’s panties. Just as planned; Zora followed suit by grabbing the sweatpants lace and pulling. Her pants hugged her buttocks closer and closer, slowly but surely tightening the way they contoured around Zora’s derriere, and panini-pressing the squirming girl solidly between her sweat-drenched undergarment and her milky posterior.

After only a few moments of this, Amy’s screams had all but ceased.

Zora sighed in relief. This would hold her until she got home at least. “AGH, that was weird…”

That problem handled, Zora was finally given the space to ask the question on all their minds: just how the butt did Amy actually end up… shrinking?

Zora laid her gaze over the standing stones which surrounded her… and she wondered.

She thought back to her wish.

Could it be… was the wishing circle real?

She’d have to come back here later. For now, Zora was tired. The sun was already shifting beneath the tree line, but the sweat Zora had accumulated over the day and afternoon would be hear to stay, at least until she got home. Briefly, with grim amusement, Zora cast a stray thought to the plight of Amy, squeezed by just a few pascals short of crushing weight, slathered in Zora’s butt sweat, silenced, and a fiftieth of her original size.

At first, Zora did feel just… a tad sorry for the girl.

Before bursting out into laughter. A laughter that, if Amy was still conscious, she could almost certainly hear.

“BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHA, HA, HA, HAHA, heh…” Zora had to catch her breath before continuing her self-monologue. “Man, looks like her wish did work out! But not the way she wanted,” said Zora, patting the leftmost bum cheek beneath her pants. “This is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me. Well… time to lay down some ground rules.”

And so, Zora started to jog back, ignoring her soreness, ignoring her fatigue. This episode had not winded her; it had invigorated her. Leaping past the brambles, ducking under the branches, the sweat she’d worked up getting here would be a drizzle compared to Noah’s flood she’d create on her way out of the woods. And that wasn’t even counting the final leg of the jog on the proper road back home. Then, she’d be able to really cut loose. And all throughout, drowning in the salty deluge of Zora’s body, Amy would be there, in the dark, damp, dank, tight confines of Zora’s underpants.

If Amy survives, that would be the first step. The first introduction to her new life.

Later...

God…

God, help…

Someone help…

Help me, please, God…

The way time seems to stretch and squash when you’re in a confined space had become even more palpable. And Amy had never been one for confined spaces when she was normal sized. Combine that with her fear of darkness which had followed her a lot farther out of infancy than it should’ve. Combined with the nascent terror and confusion that came with her sudden, inexplicable shrinking. Combined above all else with being doomed to the moist, muggy, sweat-laced biome of the underpants of Amy’s greatest tormenter… and minutes can stretch like months. Amy’s brain could easily deduce that she hadn’t spent more than an hour or so in this stretchy wet tomb, but just yesterday Amy’s brain could’ve easily deduced that shrinking was scientifically impossible, so that record was starting to look shaky.

“Help…”

“Help, please…”

“Someone—gah!!”

Amongst the discomfort of being spread eagle against the gently-curving mound of Zora’s freckled, leftmost bumcheek, pressed flat against the surface by her uber-tight exercise sweatpants… amongst the nausea-inducing jostling as Zora no doubt jogged at full throttle without care for the comfort of her diminutive passenger… there was also the ever-present danger and sheer grossness of being pelted by the occasional cannonball’s worth of sweat that exuded from the girl’s pores. They’d at first been only a concern every few minutes; she’d simply clench her jaw and hold her breath while waiting for the droplet to pass her by, usually saturating her at least in part. It was an imperfect solution for a girl whose options were supremely limited.

But now? They were coming at her by the dozen. Every few seconds, another marble of sweat would cascade into Amy, getting in her nostrils, her ears, her hair, her mouth. Zora was already inescapable in school, she’d made herself inescapable on the way home, she’d made herself inescapable physically… now, not even Amy’s insides would be safe from Zora O’Neil. If things went on like this, it wouldn’t be long before Amy’s innermost thoughts were inundated with nothing but Zora, Zora, Zora, Zora…

“Zora… Zora… Zora—whoa!!”

The waistband was pulled back. Despite no longer being shoved up against Zora’s butt by those pants, Amy remained adhered to the buttcheek simply by the caked-on sweat alone. It took a pair of massive fingers peeling her off from the wet surface with a horrible sticking sound for Amy to be free of Zora’s buttocks.

Amy’s eyes had yet to adjust from her imprisonment, and the light which she’d grown to miss so much had become piercing. It wasn’t until she was thrown haphazardly onto a hard, cold surface that she was jolted awake.

“Uggghhhh…” Amy was battered and covered in sticky stuff, but for once after a nauseatingly long trip, she could breathe. She sucked in the air, and like a beached seal she flopped from a prone position to supine, having to yank her splayed, sticky limbs from the surface to do it. “Ah… ah… ah—”

Yep. The first thing that she saw after rolling over was Zora’s face, its expression twisted in a combination of sick curiosity and utter confusion. A face that was a hundred times the size she was supposed to be.

“AhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HELP, HELP ME, SOMEONE HEL—”

SMASH!!

That was Zora’s fist. The more time went on, the more Amy realized she had probably been placed on a desk.

“No more of that,” Zora said, her words reaching down into Amy’s bones. Her fist slowly unfurled on the table, laying flat on the surface for a moment before it slithered over to Amy, its probing fingers grabbing her by the shoulder.

“N-no, no, get away, get away!! Get—”

Another finger, this time to cover her mouth hole. That covered, this gave Zora free reign to examine the young girl’s body, holding it up in front of her, turning it around in her fingers, stretching her arms and legs and scrutinizing their in-betweens. Her clothes were still on, but they didn’t need to be taken off – for the moment, anyway – for Zora’s suspicions to be confirmed. There was simply no mistaking it. Zora didn’t understand exactly how, or why… but the creature she had shrunken before her was Amy Chen.

“This… this is… so freakin’ cooool…”

Amy gulped, still unable to give her own opinions on her diminishment.

Zora set her down, and once more Amy was grateful for breath.

“You stay there a sec, I’ll be back.” And she left the desk, grabbing a bundle of loose clothing from her bed before skipping through a door on the far side of the room. Leaving Amy to ponder the conditions of her abduction.

That’s what this was, really.

Amy took a gulp of air and sat in a ball, hugging her knees as she realized the truth of her situation. She had been shrunk, and then abducted. Kidnapped. Trafficked. By Zora. O’neil.

Amy gripped her knees tighter. She would’ve rather it’d been a one-eyed crime boss or a blood-drinking Satanist. If anyone else on the planet had taken her, it would’ve been preferable. But of all the people in the world, it had to be Zora. The one girl for whom this would be more than a just a job. So strong were her visions for the future – getting her limbs torn apart one by one, being flattened beneath rolling pins, dropping inside of fire ant colonies – that Amy had to cover her ears in real life. She shook her head, muttering, “No… no… no… no!!”

This couldn’t be the end. Amy would survive.

Amy gulped, and she got to her feet. The sweat that had soaked her was quickly drying away, and in moments Amy went from swelteringly hot to freezing. She shuffled slowly as she looked around at Zora’s desk, searching in order of importance for 1) something she could use to escape, 2) something she could use to hide, 3) something she could use to fight back. It wasn’t easy though; the desk was cluttered and covered with vials of makeup, old socks and jockstraps, and loose papers from school. Amy almost tripped as she noticed one of them – a piece of paper now larger to her than a two-car garage – was apparently the take-home essay that Mrs. Ludovich had assigned them just yesterday. Zora had only written the assignment title and date.

“Oh God…” Amy collapsed and stared at the massive graphite lettering. It felt like things became real all over again.

Just then, the door opened, and Zora’s colossus footsteps reverberated. Amy’s head snapped back to look at her.

“Whooof!!” Zora sighed. The sound of water rushing through pipes was dwindling, and her clothes had completely shifted into an oversized college football jersey of some team Amy had never heard of. She was stuffing her hair into a nighttime bonnet as she approached. “Man, I’ve gotta admit, I can smell pretty ripe when I want to. But that was something else. Almost makes me feel bad for stuffing you in… Amy?”

Zora scanned her desk. She mumbled under her breath, “Well, that’s not good…”

Amy was hidden behind Zora’s computer tower as the colossus was shoving aside the clothes and papers haphazardly. “Amy? Amyyyyy?!”

Amy gulped, and she looked toward the edge of the desk. It was a deceptively long fall, but everything Amy knew about physics meant it wouldn’t cause any meaningful damage… in theory. Plus, her room’s floor was carpet. But there was no way a drop like that didn’t intimidate.

And yet, Zora’s prowling fingers were getting closer.

“Amy, this isn’t funny anymore… and I’m sure you don’t want to see what I do to trouble-makers.”

Amy gulped. Well, she thought. In for a penny, in for a pound. With a running leap, she bounded for the side of Amy’s desk, right next to her clothes hamper.

Amy tried. She really, really did.

But she could not stop herself from screaming.

“AAAAAHHH—oomph!!”

Zora’s head snapped toward the source. Her hearing was sharp. She knew. And as she rounded her desk, she relished the feeling of watching the tiny little blob on her floor slowly realize what was casting the shadow she now wallowed beneath.

“So, your first move as a bug was to try and escape, huh?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please… please, don’t… don’t…” Truthfully, Amy didn’t know what she didn’t want Zora to do. She couldn’t narrow it down to just one after all – a sociopath like Zora surely had alphabetized means of torment. “D-d-d-d-don’t… k-k-k-kill me…”

Zora looked at her as she groveled, and she chuckled. “Hah, what are you talking about? You just did me a huuuuuge favor.”

Between Amy’s sniffs, the tiny girl barely had the courage to look up at Zora’s utterly breathtaking form, standing above her like a skyscraper. She didn’t have the strength to look up and see the girl lift her foot from the floor, warm and emanating steam fresh from a hot, hot shower. The danger only became clear when Zora brought it down like a hydraulic press, compressing Amy’s body into a pancaked figurine plastered to the ball of her foot.

Keeping her foot pressed into the carpet, Zora fell into a squat.

“I was looking for an excuse to do this. If I just, did it out of the blue then, I dunno… I would’ve felt… sorta bad.”

Zora twisted her foot into the carpet and clenched her toes around Amy’s squirming body.

“So, thanks! Thanks for breaking the rules, for once in your life, Ames.” Zora slid her foot off of Amy by an inch, letting the inchling choke down the sweat-tainted air between her big and second toes as she stared down at her with eager eyes. “But, like, you do realize that this is going to be your life from hereon, right?”

Those words pierced Amy like a guillotine. Even as her ribcage was compressed and squeezed by the meat of Zora’s mighty foot, those words were somehow more painful. She wasn’t even pretending to care about Amy as a person. About finding some way to reverse this. About, well, anything that a person with even a modicum of empathy would.

Zora shrugged as she continued, almost as if she read Amy’s mind. “Yeah, I thought about it on the way home and decided, if the wishing circle did work, and it granted both our wishes… then, maybe this is the way it’s supposed to be, for, like, balance or something! Think about that, right? You were always a little runt, and now, you can actually be little! So, if you try to escape, or if you… defy me in any way…”

Another pointed toe clench. Amy could’ve sworn she heard her ribs cracking.

“Then really, you’d be defying the universe… and me… And you don’t want that, do you?”

And caught like a worm in her trap, Amy could only shake her head no.

Pressure from the foot let up, but not enough for Amy to crawl to freedom. Zora simply grinned as she kept it on her, and she whispered, “Then kiss it. The big toe. If you do that, then perhaps I’ll be – no freakin’ way!”

Zora hadn’t expected it to be hard to train Amy to degrade herself, but this was pathetic! She wasn’t even putting up a fight; she’d jumped straight into smooching the bulbous toe. Peck after peck was planted by Amy’s lips, each time depositing more of the moist, salt-infused sweat residue in Amy’s mouth. And yet, she did so with the iron-clad devotion of someone drowning at sea, certain that servicing this giantess’s foot would be the path toward dry land again.

And it made Zora burst out laughing.

“Oh my god! That’s incredible…!”

Zora plucked Amy from under her toe and brought her up to her face. Amy was limp, shivering. Her clothes were wet. And her eyes were full of terror. The delicious terror only a born-and-bred prey animal like Amy Chen could deliver.

“Yeah,” said Zora as she stroked Amy’s hair. “We’re gonna have some fun together.”

***

One Week Later.

“I just… wish I could do more, you know? Like, I wish I could… could… help!” Zora sniffed, covering her face with her forearm. “S-sorry, sorry. I just… I…” Full-on sobbing.

The police officer in front of Zora seemed moved to tears himself. Before he could console her, Amy’s mom – a short woman with a plump, round figure – crouched next to where Zora sat in this impromptu classroom investigation, and she clasped Zora’s hand.

“Sweetie… you’re doing enough. Wherever she is… if – no, when we find her… it will be because of you. Just stay strong and have faith.”

“F-f-f-faith…” Zora fake-stuttered. She clenched her toes in her Skechers, feeling an imperceptible, powerful chill rush through her. That made her stutter for real. “R-r-r-right… I will. Thank you, Mrs. Chen…”

Free to go, Zora practically raced from the classroom as another student who probably didn’t even know what Amy looked like nervously shuffled in to be questioned. But rather than head outside where her mom was surely waiting for her, she instead ducked into the girls’ bathroom. Zora checked that she was alone before locking herself inside a stall, unlacing her right shoe, and peeling her sock off. Zora coughed a bit as the ripe internal scents of the sweaty footwear wafted up to her nose, and she scraped Amy’s barely conscious body from her sole.

With the cadence of a giddy teen bragging about her first kiss, Zora squealed: “Eeeeeeee!! It worked! Nobody suspects a thing…! Not even your own mom…” Zora finished the last words with an urgent darkness as the enormity of exactly what she’d just admitted… what she’d damned this girl to… washed over her.

Amy could barely even hear what Zora was saying. She barely wanted to respond. Why wouldn’t it work, anyway? This was a nightmare, a nightmare that nobody could possibly deduce or predict. This didn’t feel like the dissolution of hope. This felt like just another notch in the cruel, cold reality that was Amy’s new life.

“Awww… don’t have to look so glum,” Zora pouted. “Hmmm… I know! Maybe a change of scenery… and smell… would be good for you!” And Zora stood up, balancing on one shoe as she carefully unzipped her pants.

“N-no…!” Amy finally had the strength to moan. “Zora, please… Zora, Zora—”

Thwap!

Once again, Zora’s underwear became Amy’s home. This time, her aim was just enough to wedge the inchling inside of Zora’s increasingly bog-like crack.

Zora grinned, and as she pulled her sock and shoe back on, she said to nobody, “Maybe now you’ll realize how good you had it in there…”

***

One Month Later.

“So… if 2x minus 3 is 11… that means… Amy?”

Amy was transfixed by the laptop screen. Sinking in the mattress, next to Zora’s cross-legged form as she jotted down the answers in her notebook, Amy was hypnotized by the blueish light. She spent so many of her days inside a sock now, or inside a pair of underwear. Or inside a training bra. Or inside a purse. Light – even this artificial, digitized light – was a precious commodity to her.

Zora sighed, plucking Amy from the bed and dragging her to her toes. The laptop’s cooling fan had done a good job of blowing hot air on them, thus eliciting a healthy sheen of sweat for Zora to rub and knead Amy into. “If this is going to work,” Zora chastised, “you need to pay attention.”

As this continued, Amy felt herself sink into Zora’s supple sole. The time for self-reflection had passed. If Amy ever thought about herself too long, she was sure her mind would just break on the spot. But one thing she had noticed was that she began to not only expect these dalliances with Zora’s foot… but enjoy them. Despite their tactile unpleasantness, if Zora did this it meant she was in a good mood. Or, at least, a not-bad mood. The bad moods… the bad moods were the times when Amy sometimes wondered if death was preferable.

Now saturated with sweat, Zora kept Amy in her grip as she held her out to the computer screen, waiting for Amy to divine the answer like a Magic 8 ball.

“Mmmhhhmmmm…” Amy murmured. “It’s… 7. X equals 7.”

“Lucky number 7!” Zora cheered, jotting another answer down on the sheet. “With your help I may be able to kick my GPA up a notch. Thanks, Ames! Now… 4x plus 6 is equal to…”

Words entered Amy’s ears and came out her mouth as solved equations. But she wasn’t thinking anymore. Not really, at least. She was computing. Her objectification was complete. And with it came the almost trivially simple conclusion of this universe. Zora owned her.

Outwardly, Amy was numb. Compliant.

Inwardly… she wept. And then, she didn’t do much of anything at all.

***

One Year Later.

It was late evening.

“Don’t forget the pinky. Important.”

Zora was casual. Nonchalant. One leg propped up on her knee as she turned the pages of the old book, Zora’s eyes were glazed over.

The last year had been uneventful. Officially, the search for Amy Chen had only been called off last month, but it was more or less over after the first three months passed without even a whisper. It really was like she vanished in thin air, and it brought Zora a thrill knowing that with every milk carton face, every poster plastered, every ground search, Zora alone knew something everyone else did not. Zora alone knew exactly where Amy was. Right here, in her shoe, in her sock, her underwear. Doing her homework, painting her toes, kissing her feet (like now!).

Well… the thrill was gone.

Mysticism had transitioned to mundanity. Even as Zora grew (an extra inch over the school year, as well as her breasts starting to fill out! Something Amy had become very familiar with), Amy stayed the same. Whether it was because her diet of footsweat and the occasional cheese cube left her malnourished and stifled her growth potential, or if it was a consequence of whatever shrinking magic left her in this diminutive state in the first place, was impossible to say. But Zora saw no noticeable change in Amy’s appearance aside from the singular set of clothes she shrunk with getting more and more tattered until they existed only as neolithic rags to hide her most sensitive bits.

Amy barely spoke, and when she did her words were monosyllabic at best, guttural at worst. As school advanced and Amy’s most recent knowledge of the curriculum passed her by, there was only so much utility she had as a homework helper. Desperate to forestall her own obsolescence, Amy once begged Zora to let her out during school so she could listen to the lessons and perhaps see other humans that weren’t Zora. Zora agreed… only for it to be another in a dwindling series of escape attempts.

When Zora found her not long after, she made sure it would be the last escape attempt.

And thus, Amy has been reduced to what she is now. A shallow facsimile of what once may have been a promising young girl. And while she sure was obedient in worshipping her queen, she just… wasn’t fun anymore.

“Switch,” Zora said meagerly. Amy quickly crawled away from Zora’s massive, athletic feet, as they switched positions, giving Amy access to the right foot this time.

Zora put her book on her chest, and she gazed down her body at the puny little girl, lapping away like her life depended on it. She didn’t struggle, she didn’t fight. She was no longer interesting. As unlikely as it sounded… after a year of this, Amy’s submissiveness had made even owning a shrunken human… boring.

A thought had been born in Zora’s mind of late.

A dark thought.

One that nevertheless didn’t go away like most of Zora’s dark thoughts. She thought of a way – perhaps the last remaining way – for Zora to excise a bit of fun from this relationship.

Zora’s eyes darted around her room. Her bed was soft, her carpet was soft, just about every surface available was soft – with one notable exception.

The wall against which her bed was pushed was smooth, hard, painted drywall.

Zora returned her attention to Amy, lapping away. How am I going to do this, she thought.

“Ames… A-Amy?”

Slowly, Amy got out of her groove. She looked up at Zora from between the ridge of her first and second toe. “Yes Master?” she said, though it sounded more like yehm mehshem.

Zora took a deep breath as she clutched Amy between her toes. Amy didn’t react much – it was a common maneuver Zora had done thousands of times at this point when she wanted to quickly relocate her shrunken pet. She didn’t even really react as Zora positioned the sole of the foot closer to the wall.

Deftly, Zora let go. For a split second, Amy was in free fall, rolling down the sheer face of Zora’s sole.

Just as she passed the ball of Zora’s foot:

SMASH.

Warm, red blood exploded from the edges of Zora’s foot, filling her with a renewed sense of exhilaration.

“God…” Zora murmured, rubbing her foot along the wall and feeling whatever sinewy tissue that remained give away and become nothing more than a stamp.

The sticky unpeeling sound that accompanied Zora pulling her foot away from the wall gave her goosebumps. The underside of her foot was red, coated in a thin sheen of viscera. Any bones had been ground to dust by the impact, while some tiny bits and bumps in the red were likely what remained of organs. Zora glanced at the wall, where the midsection of her foot created a ghastly red imprint.

“Ahhhhh…” Zora sighed. This was the only way it could really be, after all. Amy was always just a weak little pet. And even the most loyal pets get put down eventually.

Zora grabbed the book as she relaxed in her bed; being released from the responsibility of taking care of a tiny girl felt oddly freeing. That said, there was nothing quite like having a tiny little slave to mess around with.

Zora turned back to the page, and she read the topmost subtitle: Wishing Circles. An artist’s rendering of a suspiciously similar geoglyph to the one that changed her life forever was just below, followed by text.

“Credit where it’s due, Ames,” Zora said softly, dog-earing the book and stuffing it under her pillow. “You put me onto something pretty rad… soon… I’ll find someone to follow in your itty-bitty footsteps,” she finished, shutting her lamp off and drifting to sleep.

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