by Bloodthirstybutcher » Thu May 27, 2021 4:02 am
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.
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...
...and anticipation.
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?"
"No, Mistress."
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'."
"Lauren... I..."
"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
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.
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...
...and anticipation.
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?"
"No, Mistress."
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'."
"Lauren... I..."
"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