by tekkenmasterreturns » Tue Jun 22, 2021 5:26 pm
Below are my true intentions for this story. I hope you enjoy.
Part II: "Six Months Later"
As the 7:00 am automated artificial lighting of the biosphere slowly generated on, Bree was already awake and ahead of her scheduled duties. Over time, Bree realized and accepted that being the first microsapien was no easy task. She was determined to make Amie proud with her dedication to Amie's research. One of the things that Bree grew a curiosity for was checking her height first thing in the mornings, as it usually foreshadowed a lot about how her day would go with Amie. As she walked up to digital height monitor, Bree crossed her fingers, briefly closed her eyes and began repeating to herself, "It's going to be a good day, it's going to be a good day." Grabbing a height tracker, she put her back firmly against the wall and stood on her tippy toes, getting as tall as she possibly could before placing the height tracker above her. A translucent light blue LED display soon lit up in front of her. "4.4 inches! HA! I knew it! It's going to be a great day," Bree excitingly cheered out. She then happily skipped her naked body over to the calendar where she recorded her daily height down. A day spent under three inches meant bad news for tiny Bree. It usually implied becoming nothing more than a pleasuring device for her giantess, Amie. Bree would spend her sub 3 inch days as either Amie's tiny human butt plug, human dildo . . . or even worse.
Every now and then Bree would get horrific flashbacks to the day where she stood only half an inch tall for Amie: It was right after Amie's first time getting a pedicure actually. She was inspired by Bree to make her feet look pretty, and even went to the same pedicurist as Bree to get it one done. However over the next few days, Amie soon realized that her feet would never look as good as Bree's and began to despise them. One morning out of jealousy and spite, she decided to shrink Bree down to half an inch in height and make her a piece of foot jewelry. For the rest of the day, Amie wore Bree's tiny naked body, fully exposed and facing outwards with her tits out on display, strapped to her second toe. On her stroll out in the city that day, Amie walked into the nail salon that did her toes earlier that week and walked right up to the pedicurist who did her nails. She slowly raised one of her flip flops to the older Asian woman's face. "No! No, refund!", the older woman shouted out in broken english as she pointed to the No Refund sign hanging on the wall. Amie then cracked a deviant grin at her as she continued to raise her foot to the Asian woman's face. Realizing Amie wasn't there for a refund, she curiously brought Amie's foot a little closer and notice an unusual piece of toe jewelry. There she saw strapped to her second toe, what appeared to be a miniature human figurine in bondage. Becoming more and more intrigued, the older lady then put on her reading glasses and leaned in closer to inspect. There bound by its tiny hands and tiny feet to Amie's second toe was the most realistic miniature human replica of a woman. The older woman immediately noticed how massive the tiny figurine's breast were, and how they realistically reacted to every little movement made. Fascinated by the realism of the breasts, her eyes magnetically trailed downwards between the figurine's strapped down legs and examined how graphically detailed its tiny vagina was. She then observed how lifelike the light brownish hair looked as it fell over the detailed face. Looking a little closer to study the incredibly detailed facial features, she noticed that the tiny woman figurine's skin was flushed with red and appearing to be in anguish as she bit down on a tiny gag cloth tightly tied across her mouth. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, the older lady pushed the foot away nervously smiling and nodding her head, "Oh, oh very nice," she timidly said in broken english. "You like?" Amie asked devilishly as she lowered her foot. Amie pulled out some loose change from her purse as she was leaving and left it in the tip jar before exiting the nail salon.
After being momentarily incapacitated from her dark flashbacks, Bree realized it what day it was. "Oh shiiiit, Cosplay Friday!" she tremblingly said in a shaky voice as she looked up at the digital clock and realized how little time she had left to get ready. She eagerly ran to the receiving room and noticed a packaged box on the conveyor belt. Bree swiftly ripped open the box and found inside a stretchy cougar-printed catsuit with a matching cougar tail attached, one black leather neck collar with a pink heart-shaped name tag that playfully read "Squattie" and one matching cougar-earred headband. Underneath the costume was a pair of tall, see-through perspex platform stiletto heels, one heart-charmed golden ankle bracelet and two adjustable silver rhinestone toe rings. Bree frantically attempted to put the costume together in a presentable manner for Amie, knowing that her giantess was moments away from opening the biosphere's overhead dome. Bree could feel the massive jolts through the floor below, as the shaking steadily intensified the closer Amie got. All of a sudden the thunderous pounding stopped. The monstrous thuds of Amie's fingers hitting the outer keypad echoed throughout the biosphere as tiny Bree looked upwards to see the overhead roofing slowly start to retract. She briefly glanced up at her untidy reflection and straightened out her cougar ears, bent up the costume's malleable cat tail to a more flirtatious position and fixed the collar in a way so her nickname would remain upright and visible. She aggravatedly attempted to hide her very noticeable camel-toe by aggressively pulling out at the cougar printed spandex between her legs, but it continued to compress back in place after each pull. "Ugghhhhhhh," Bree frustratingly sighed out after her fourth attempt. The now cougar-dressed shrunken woman standing in platform stiletto heels furiously started sprinting over to the center of the facility, where Amie always expected her to be at 7:30 am sharp. Above, Amie could hear the rhythmic clanking of tiny heels hitting the floor as the biodome continued to open. Peaking in, she saw her pet sloppily outfitted in the costume she provided and struggling to make her way to the center of the biosphere. "Sighhh, when will you ever learn my tiny pet?", she thought to herself as she returned to an upright position. Disappointed from Bree's unpunctual behavior, Amie crossed her arms and began tapping one of her feet impatiently as the biodome finished opening.
Tiny Bree nervously noticed the lighting from the outside world begin to outpace her. Terrified to look up, she realized her predicament and gradually slowed down to a walk before coming to a standing halt: "Clank..clank . . clank." Bree then rested her hands on her side in an effort to catch her breath. She could feel the monstrous thuds of Amie's giant foot hitting the ground below as she anxiously looked up towards the giantess. Noticing her arms crossed and a disgruntled look on her face, tiny Bree began to tremble from an overwhelming fear. She nervously attempted to ease the situation by flirtatiously adjusting her massive cleavage from underneath the costume and teasing her giantess. "Goodmorniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ! ! ! " was all that Bree was able to squeak out before being lifted into the air by her costume's tail at breakneck speeds. The sudden acceleration of Bree's tiny body into the air caused the tiny cougar-earred headband to fall off below. Amie quickly noticed and reached down, plucking them up before relocating to her inspection table. With each giant walking swing of Amie's arm, Bree could feel the cougar tail losing it's structural integrity with the catsuit as the two began to separate. It simply wasn't made to support the weight of a full figured woman like Bree. Amie casually sat down in her inspection chair and briefly dangled the sloppily dressed shrunken woman in front of her massive face. "Pfftt." The disapproving sounds from Amie caused teeny Bree's heart to drop. She lowered the tiny woman down to the table below and released her a little higher than usual, causing Bree to make a stern impact with the table's surface. Amie impulsively slammed the cougar ears on the table with her index finger and slid them to the bottom of tiny Bree's platform stilettos. Amie then moved her hand away to a comfortable position, with her palm face upright and waited in silence. Nervous to move, Bree began slowly getting into character mentally. She cautiously reached down and picked up the now crookedly bent cougar-earred headband and aimed to put them on as evenly and cute as possible. She then got on her hands and knees and sensually began to crawl her way over to Amie's giant hand, enthusiastically making cat sounds along the way. From above, although still agitated, Amie began to loosen up as she saw how cute Bree looked in her tiny cougar costume crawling on all fours with her tail sticking upwards. With her free hand, Amie slowly and gently began stroking the tiny brunette's hair, face and neck. The sensual petting from Amie's massive finger caused Bree to purr. With a gentle swoop, Amie pushed the shrunken woman's hair to one side, revealing the tight black leather neck collar and its dangling heart-shaped name tag. "Uhmmphhff. . . you are absolutely adorable my pet," Amie said shivering with amusement.
Bree continued to purr when making contact with her giantess's enormous hand. Being as catlike as possible, she began crawling in between Amie's ring and middle finger, continually purring while rubbing her thick body back and forth very sensually against the massive digits. Amie cooed in awe as the tiny cat-like woman continued to delight her. Feeling overtaken by feline energy, tiny Bree reflexed herself onto her platform stilettos, remaining in a pouncing position with her hands still in contact with the ground. She attempted to gracefully jump on to the giant palm in a cat-like manner, however Bree's full figured frame landed face first on to the thick flesh of Amie's palm. "Oh my," Amie chuckled out of amusement. The giantess reached down in an attempt to help up the adorable shrunken woman. She pinched the costume's tail between her fingers and slowly began to lift the embarrassed tiny woman to a better position. Staying in character, tiny Bree continued to meow as she was helplessly lifted into the air towards the center of the table. Feeling increasingly aroused by Bree's behavior, Amie impulsively pinned down the tiny body of Bree face down, mid-table and sectioned off the costume's tail-side. Amie then aggressively ripped off the cougar tail, causing a major section of the costume to be removed, openly revealing Bree's backside. While still pinned down, Amie slid her fingertip between the shrunken woman's plump thighs, starting at her pussy and wiping her way upwards between her dry ass cheeks. She erotically placed the dirty finger on the tip of her tongue and sucked the taste off with her lips. Amie then effortlessly flipped over the 4 inch body of the shrunken woman on to her backside. Bree playfully continued to remain in character by licking the enormous fingers of Amie in the process. With the meat of her thumb, Amie slowly began applying pressure over the tiny woman's stomach. The gesture signaled to Bree that it was that time of the inspection. As Bree laid there staring up at the massive giantess, she briefly thought of how the dinner given to her the night before was a lot heavier than usual. As Amie continued to massage her pet's tiny stomach, Bree could feel her bowels begin to move. A few moments later, Amie removed her thumb off of Bree's stomach and placed her hand palm up towards the center right of the table. She then closed her fist, leaving only her massive index finger out for Bree. Meanwhile the shrunken woman lost track of her cat-like character as she nervously came to her feet. She immediately felt an strong urge to poo as she anxiously made her way over to the enormous finger.
"Clank...clank...clank," the sound of her transparent platform stilettos hitting the ground after a jittery walk deeply aroused Amie from above. Pooping over the giantess's finger was the most uncomfortable feeling little Bree ever experienced. No matter how many times she embarrassingly relieved herself over Amie's massive fingertip, the feelings of unease and disgust never left. Sometimes she felt like nothing more than a tiny shrunken shitting-slaved pet for Amie. While in mid thought, the giantess caught tiny Bree of guard by swaying a leash in front of her. "Put this on," Amie said firmly to the cougar-dressed shrunken woman. Bree dreadfully began reaching back behind her neck to the leather choke collar. Once she located the collar's metal ring, she clipped in the leash. The sound of the leash locking on to Bree triggered memories of her human life. She remembered when she used to cutely dress up her spoiled little dog, Tinkerbell, and take her for a walk. As the memory faded, she looked down at her current self after locking the leash into place, lifted her metallic pink nametag then stared at it and began to feel incredibly icky. She continued to having her human moment as she glanced down embarrassingly at the stupid cougar-printed spandex costume and the very uncomfortable see-through platform stilettos. She realized that she was Amie's pet slave in every sense. Before she could become aggressive and combative at the thought, tiny Bree felt a powerful tug at her neck which put her back in her place. Looking down from above, Amie realized that her tiny pet woman needed a lot more training when it came to pooping and she didn't like Bree's continual resistance when the time came to release herself. With the thin leather leash securely pinned between Amie's index finger and thumb, the giantess began to tug at it after feeling a continued resistance from tiny Bree. The shrunken woman rebelliously grabbed the leash with both of her hands and pulled back on it with all of her 4.4 inch mass. Amused at Bree's residual aggressive behavior, she watched as the adorably outfitted shrunken woman carelessly wore herself out. Amie gently began tugging back at the leash with a steady pull, which caused the tiny shrunken woman to quickly lose traction with the ground. She began to unwantingly slide across the slick laminated surface of the table as her tall stilettos continued to lose traction. "NOOoooo! NO! I will not be your fucking shitting pet slave anymore," Bree squeaked out as the giantess continued to pull at the leash. A very dominant, controlling tug from Amie brought the shrunken woman to her hands and knees. With her bare ass bent over, open and visible, Amie was feeling experimental today in her extraction methods. She reached over to her set of tools and began toying with them individually, "Saline enema?! Hmmm, nah. Laxatives? Nope, no fun. Ahhh, anal beads maybe? Eh, not today," Amie said as she continued searching, "Ah this will do!"
Bree continued being hostile towards Amie, even while helpless on all fours. The once powerful voice of Bree was now nothing more than a mere squeak to Amie's ears. "I swear when I get big, I'm going to KILL you Amie!" Bree fiercly squeaked out. Before she could shout out another word, she felt a sharp, stinging pain hit her ass, "Thwackkkk!!!" The tiny shrunken woman let out a squeamish cry as she turned around to find Amie forcefully coiling back a coffee straw, "Thwackkk! Thwackkk!" Before Amie could pull back force on the straw for a fourth time, Bree apologetically begged and pleaded to her giantess, "Please stop!! Ok, ok I'll poo for you . . . just please stop!!". Wanting to make sure the tiny shrunken woman got the point, Amie placed the little straw inside her mouth, soaking it with her saliva. She then reached down and spread apart the sore, sensitive ass cheeks of the shrunken woman and meticulously inserted the lubed up tip of the black coffee straw into Bree's tiny little asshole. When finally in place, Amie drew in a deep breath before placing her lips onto the other side of the straw and blowing forcefully in. The sudden pressure of unwanted warm air mixed with saliva entering her anal cavity made tiny Bree feel extreme discomfort. She quickly sprang to her feet, with the coffee straw still stuck in her asshole. Now feeling completely unable to hold in her load in, Bree embarrassingly began wetly flatulating out the excess air and saliva her giantess forcefully blew inside of her, causing the straw to slide out from her asshole and onto the table. Bree then grabbed a handful of each sore ass cheek and pinched them tightly together as she awkwardly tip-toed her way back over to her dump site, Amie's fingertip. Now standing tall over the massive fingertip in her see-through platform stilettos and cougar-printed outfit, the shrunken woman could no longer hold in the massive load building inside of her and carefully squatted down. As soon as Bree was about to release herself over Amie's fingertip, she felt a dominating push to her backside, causing her to fall to her side. "Spread them for me," Amie commanded in a dominating voice.
Making her way to a kneeling position, tiny Bree bent over until the side of her face made stable contact with the table. She then reached both of her arms back, grabbed a chunk of each ass cheek and spread apart her tiny little ass for Amie. Looking down gratified, Amie finally began to feel her arousal returning at the site of how obedient her tiny pet was becoming. She began to admire how cute and adorable the little shrunken woman looked bent over with her ass spread apart. Leaning in closer, she noticed that the tiny woman's asshole was gradually gaping open and on the verge of releasing herself. "Wait! Not yet!", Amie authoritatively ordered to her tiny shrunken pet slave below. Bree then quickly squeezed together her sphincter muscles as tightly as she could for her giantess. Being satisfied at how quickly the shrunken woman pinched her asshole closed on command, Amie hovered downwards towards the openly spread out ass of Bree and gave the tiny little asshole a hearty lick with the tip of her tongue. Amie then noticed an available opening for her index finger between the tiny woman's legs and her plump ass as it grazed the open air. Amie casually lowered the tip of her giant finger into the space as tiny Bree anxiously awaited to release herself on to it. Amy playfully took her time by reaching underneath tiny Bree and feeling up on her pudgy belly, then she traced her finger all over Bree's hairy little cunt before finally making her way to a resting halt pushed up underneath Bree's tiny asshole. With her free hand, Amie silently grabbed the leather leash and gave it two soft tugs. Within a matter of seconds, Bree's little asshole started to gape open widely as she eagerly pushed out a massive flow of reddish-brown gooey poo which putridly piled on to Amie's fingertip below. As Bree continued to fully release herself, her piss began to splatter all over the place as it hit the laminate table below. The shrunken woman could feel a tiny puddle of warm yellow urine forming around her legs.
While Bree began to recover from emptying her massive load, Amie retracted the fresh pile of warm excrement towards her face to examine it further. She lightly smeared it across her fingertip and found in the mix, tiny pieces of undigested corn and onion from last night's heavy Mexican dinner. Disappointed at her findings, the giantess sternly pinched Bree's leather leash between her fingers and abruptly lifted her shrunken pet into the air until her stilettos no longer made contact with the ground. Grasping at her choke collar, and unable to properly breath, Bree's teeny little legs frantically searched for any type of ground below her. Amie toyed with her tiny pet by casually letting her stilettos barely touch the ground before lifting her back up into the air. Amie then brought the soiled index finger directly in front of the dangling shrunken woman. She then released the leather leash allowing Bree to come to a cautious stand in front of the messy shit-smeared fingertip. Amie then reached down with her free hand and firmly pinched Bree's tiny head and held it in place over the smeared fingertip, "Look, you are eating too fast. We have already talked about this." Amie scolded the shrunken woman as she forcefully pushed her head in closer towards the poorly digested excrement, "SLOW down and CHEW more. Do you understand?" Amie authoritatively directed at the shrunken woman. As she felt the subtle, trembling nods from tiny Bree between her fingers, Amie released the tiny's head with a push. "Show me your tits now," Amie demanded mercilessly. Bree looked up at her giantess with guilt as she maneuvered her massive breast out from under the cougar costume. She then shamefully bowed her head down with her tits now fully out, and avoided making eye contact. Amie then slid her thumb and index finger underneath the shrunken woman's arms and firmly squeezed the busty tits together, shielding her fingers behind the plumpness of Bree's breasts. She then drew the fingertip with Bree's smeared out, messy load of excrement on it and lathered it across the shrunken woman's tits. Grabbing a wet wipe, she easily removed the rest of Bree's tiny brown poop smear from her fingertip and discarded it into a red biological waste container. Meanwhile Bree looked down at her shit-smeared chest, unable to move, paralyzed with disgust. The foul, putrid smells became unavoidable in any direction as Bree searched for an escape. She started to impulsively gag before finally throwing up. Not wanting to recontaminate herself, she examined the tiny filthy woman below covered in bodily fluids, looking for a somewhat clean area to lift her at. Observing the tiny body, she saw that Bree's ass was completely blown out, smeared and covered in shit, her cougar outfit was thoroughly soaked in urine from her thighs downwards while her tits were covered in vomit and smeared with shit. The leather leash was also soaked and sitting in the puddle of urine below. Becoming increasingly repulsed at her pet's appearance, Amie finally thought of a solution and excitingly rose to her feet. "Take off your leash," the giantess said enthusiastically as she walked off out of the room.
Feeling uneasy as Amie thunderously walked off, Bree stumblingly repositioned herself away from the slick, urine soaked surface beneath. Fumbling in her efforts to remove the leash, she could hear Amie walking through the hallway and making her way back to the room. Amie returned to the room sipping a cup of coffee before sitting back down at her inspection chair. The giantess gleamingly glanced down at the her dirty pet as she placed the giant coffee cup beside the tiny woman. She reached over to her set of tools and grabbed a teaspoon. Curious as to what the giantess was up to, Bree stood up defiantly tall with her fist balled up by her side, demanding an explanation with her body language. Amie gleefully chuckled at the tiny's adorable posture. "Siri, open the gateway connection to the 5th, recalibrate subject to 1/2 of an inch," Amie sultrily said as Bree began to dwindle down even further to almost nothing. "NO, no n o . . " Bree frantically squeaked out as her little voice diminished until it was no longer audible. Looking down at the now button-sized woman and noticing how easily manageable her filthy body had become, Amie satisfyingly spoke out to her, "Ok my teeny little pet, let's get you cleaned up." Amie lowered the teaspoon directly behind the button-sized woman until it brushed up against the backside of her tiny stiletto and leaned in towards her. She puckered up her lips and gently blew a quick gush of air towards the tiny woman, launching her off of her feet and onto the teaspoon behind her. Content at her methods, Amie brought the spoon up to her face, squinting in to observe the tiny. She noticed how messy and frizzy Bree's hair had become and how it was all over the place from the tiny gust of air. As she laid covered in filth in the middle of the teaspoon, Amie arousingly whispered at the tiny helpless woman, "Remove your outfit. Keep your stilettos on." The giantess leaned in to find Bree peeling off the tattered cougar printed spandex then poorly wiping the smeared excrement off of her tits with it, before throwing it off of the spoon. Amie then lowered the spoon along with Bree's filthy naked body and hovered them both over the coffee cup. As Amie slightly tilted the spoon more and more, tiny Bree began to realize that the coffee cup wasn't actually filled with coffee at all. Instead the liquid she hovered above appeared to be milk. Before having time to analyze further, Amie fully tilted the teaspoon to one side causing the button-sized shrunken woman to slide off of the spoon and free fall into the cup below. The tiny woman hit the warm milk with her stiletto heels first, "Plop!" causing the liquids to splash upwards. However Bree was too small and insignificant in size for any of the splash to leave the cup. Looking down in the cup of milk, Amie noticed the tiny woman whirling her arms around in the liquid, trying her best to stay afloat. Remembering how filthy her pet was, Amie brought the teaspoon into the cup and began rapidly swirling the milk around in an attempt to stir Bree clean. After withdrawing the spoon, the giantess curiously looked down into the cup. She noticed the tiny body of Bree completely drenched in milk, aimlessly floating around in circles around the whirlpool and searching for anything solid to grasp on to. Amie thought to herself how having her tiny pet wear stilettos into the pool of milk might have been a bad idea as they continually were causing her to sink. Suddenly feeling considerate, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a pint-sized Ziplock bag of Fruit Loops she brought up from the kitchen earlier. She reached down in and pulled out a single red piece of cereal and tossed in into the cup. Amie was delightfully amused to see the incredibly tiny woman swim her way to the floating peace of cereal, grasping on to it tightly with all of her life as it circled around the cup. The giantess absolutely adored the cute site as grabbed the cup and headed down to her kitchen.
Meanwhile in the cup, Bree was struggling to stay in connection with the enormous piece of cereal. With every step from her giantess, waves of milk clashed against the cup's walls. Tiny Bree noticed how the artificial food coloring began to stain her skin as she grasped on. When the commotion stopped, Bree looked up find two tree shaped objects reaching down for her. Above, Amie meticulously aimed to pluck her tiny shrunken pet from out of the cup with a pair of narrow chopsticks. Realizing how bad she was at it, Amie cast aside one of the sticks. With the other stick, she cast it under Bree's belly and instructed her to hold on tightly. Pulling out the chopstick, there at the very end of it was the half and inch tall tiny body of Bree, drenched and dripping in milk and holding on tightly for her life. The giantess casually lowered the tiny shrunken woman onto a very warm, spongy and porous surface. Before recognizing her surroundings, Amie reached across the kitchen counter and grabbed a massive crumpling bag. Inside the container, tiny Bree could hear the sound of paper tearing. She soon looked up and began to dodge the outpour of commotion. When the pouring stopped, Bree looked up to find that she was in a sea of giant M&M's. All of a sudden a deep, resounding voice spoke from a cross the kitchen, "I'm having company coming over this evening," Amie said casually while browsing her through her phone. She then lowered the illuminated screen to where the half and inch tall woman could see it. On the display was a picture of a pan of brownies with M&M pieces symmetrically placed from all around. "I want it to look like this ok," Amie stated as she brought the phone closer to the shrunken woman, "Get creative if you have to." To show what she meant, the giantess reached down into the pan and tapped the backside of the tiny woman, causing her to effortlessly fall over on to the brownies surface. She began applying pressure to her shrunken pet slave's back. Feeling the tiny frontside of Bree sink into the brownie, she immediately grabbed her entire leg, platform heels and all, between her fingers and slid the tiny woman back. Then grabbing two pieces of M&M's, she forcefully fit them into the two tiny breast indentations made. "Not perfect, but you get the point, use your stilettos if you have to" Amie said while in a hurry, "I'll be back in an hour." The tiny shrunken woman slave then stood up with her frontside covered, alone in the field of baked chocolate flour, feeling overwhelmed by the task at hand.
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it!
Below are my true intentions for this story. I hope you enjoy.
Part II: "Six Months Later"
As the 7:00 am automated artificial lighting of the biosphere slowly generated on, Bree was already awake and ahead of her scheduled duties. Over time, Bree realized and accepted that being the first microsapien was no easy task. She was determined to make Amie proud with her dedication to Amie's research. One of the things that Bree grew a curiosity for was checking her height first thing in the mornings, as it usually foreshadowed a lot about how her day would go with Amie. As she walked up to digital height monitor, Bree crossed her fingers, briefly closed her eyes and began repeating to herself, "It's going to be a good day, it's going to be a good day." Grabbing a height tracker, she put her back firmly against the wall and stood on her tippy toes, getting as tall as she possibly could before placing the height tracker above her. A translucent light blue LED display soon lit up in front of her. "4.4 inches! HA! I knew it! It's going to be a great day," Bree excitingly cheered out. She then happily skipped her naked body over to the calendar where she recorded her daily height down. A day spent under three inches meant bad news for tiny Bree. It usually implied becoming nothing more than a pleasuring device for her giantess, Amie. Bree would spend her sub 3 inch days as either Amie's tiny human butt plug, human dildo . . . or even worse.
Every now and then Bree would get horrific flashbacks to the day where she stood only half an inch tall for Amie: It was right after Amie's first time getting a pedicure actually. She was inspired by Bree to make her feet look pretty, and even went to the same pedicurist as Bree to get it one done. However over the next few days, Amie soon realized that her feet would never look as good as Bree's and began to despise them. One morning out of jealousy and spite, she decided to shrink Bree down to half an inch in height and make her a piece of foot jewelry. For the rest of the day, Amie wore Bree's tiny naked body, fully exposed and facing outwards with her tits out on display, strapped to her second toe. On her stroll out in the city that day, Amie walked into the nail salon that did her toes earlier that week and walked right up to the pedicurist who did her nails. She slowly raised one of her flip flops to the older Asian woman's face. "No! No, refund!", the older woman shouted out in broken english as she pointed to the No Refund sign hanging on the wall. Amie then cracked a deviant grin at her as she continued to raise her foot to the Asian woman's face. Realizing Amie wasn't there for a refund, she curiously brought Amie's foot a little closer and notice an unusual piece of toe jewelry. There she saw strapped to her second toe, what appeared to be a miniature human figurine in bondage. Becoming more and more intrigued, the older lady then put on her reading glasses and leaned in closer to inspect. There bound by its tiny hands and tiny feet to Amie's second toe was the most realistic miniature human replica of a woman. The older woman immediately noticed how massive the tiny figurine's breast were, and how they realistically reacted to every little movement made. Fascinated by the realism of the breasts, her eyes magnetically trailed downwards between the figurine's strapped down legs and examined how graphically detailed its tiny vagina was. She then observed how lifelike the light brownish hair looked as it fell over the detailed face. Looking a little closer to study the incredibly detailed facial features, she noticed that the tiny woman figurine's skin was flushed with red and appearing to be in anguish as she bit down on a tiny gag cloth tightly tied across her mouth. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, the older lady pushed the foot away nervously smiling and nodding her head, "Oh, oh very nice," she timidly said in broken english. "You like?" Amie asked devilishly as she lowered her foot. Amie pulled out some loose change from her purse as she was leaving and left it in the tip jar before exiting the nail salon.
After being momentarily incapacitated from her dark flashbacks, Bree realized it what day it was. "Oh shiiiit, Cosplay Friday!" she tremblingly said in a shaky voice as she looked up at the digital clock and realized how little time she had left to get ready. She eagerly ran to the receiving room and noticed a packaged box on the conveyor belt. Bree swiftly ripped open the box and found inside a stretchy cougar-printed catsuit with a matching cougar tail attached, one black leather neck collar with a pink heart-shaped name tag that playfully read "Squattie" and one matching cougar-earred headband. Underneath the costume was a pair of tall, see-through perspex platform stiletto heels, one heart-charmed golden ankle bracelet and two adjustable silver rhinestone toe rings. Bree frantically attempted to put the costume together in a presentable manner for Amie, knowing that her giantess was moments away from opening the biosphere's overhead dome. Bree could feel the massive jolts through the floor below, as the shaking steadily intensified the closer Amie got. All of a sudden the thunderous pounding stopped. The monstrous thuds of Amie's fingers hitting the outer keypad echoed throughout the biosphere as tiny Bree looked upwards to see the overhead roofing slowly start to retract. She briefly glanced up at her untidy reflection and straightened out her cougar ears, bent up the costume's malleable cat tail to a more flirtatious position and fixed the collar in a way so her nickname would remain upright and visible. She aggravatedly attempted to hide her very noticeable camel-toe by aggressively pulling out at the cougar printed spandex between her legs, but it continued to compress back in place after each pull. "Ugghhhhhhh," Bree frustratingly sighed out after her fourth attempt. The now cougar-dressed shrunken woman standing in platform stiletto heels furiously started sprinting over to the center of the facility, where Amie always expected her to be at 7:30 am sharp. Above, Amie could hear the rhythmic clanking of tiny heels hitting the floor as the biodome continued to open. Peaking in, she saw her pet sloppily outfitted in the costume she provided and struggling to make her way to the center of the biosphere. "Sighhh, when will you ever learn my tiny pet?", she thought to herself as she returned to an upright position. Disappointed from Bree's unpunctual behavior, Amie crossed her arms and began tapping one of her feet impatiently as the biodome finished opening.
Tiny Bree nervously noticed the lighting from the outside world begin to outpace her. Terrified to look up, she realized her predicament and gradually slowed down to a walk before coming to a standing halt: "Clank..clank . . clank." Bree then rested her hands on her side in an effort to catch her breath. She could feel the monstrous thuds of Amie's giant foot hitting the ground below as she anxiously looked up towards the giantess. Noticing her arms crossed and a disgruntled look on her face, tiny Bree began to tremble from an overwhelming fear. She nervously attempted to ease the situation by flirtatiously adjusting her massive cleavage from underneath the costume and teasing her giantess. "Goodmorniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ! ! ! " was all that Bree was able to squeak out before being lifted into the air by her costume's tail at breakneck speeds. The sudden acceleration of Bree's tiny body into the air caused the tiny cougar-earred headband to fall off below. Amie quickly noticed and reached down, plucking them up before relocating to her inspection table. With each giant walking swing of Amie's arm, Bree could feel the cougar tail losing it's structural integrity with the catsuit as the two began to separate. It simply wasn't made to support the weight of a full figured woman like Bree. Amie casually sat down in her inspection chair and briefly dangled the sloppily dressed shrunken woman in front of her massive face. "Pfftt." The disapproving sounds from Amie caused teeny Bree's heart to drop. She lowered the tiny woman down to the table below and released her a little higher than usual, causing Bree to make a stern impact with the table's surface. Amie impulsively slammed the cougar ears on the table with her index finger and slid them to the bottom of tiny Bree's platform stilettos. Amie then moved her hand away to a comfortable position, with her palm face upright and waited in silence. Nervous to move, Bree began slowly getting into character mentally. She cautiously reached down and picked up the now crookedly bent cougar-earred headband and aimed to put them on as evenly and cute as possible. She then got on her hands and knees and sensually began to crawl her way over to Amie's giant hand, enthusiastically making cat sounds along the way. From above, although still agitated, Amie began to loosen up as she saw how cute Bree looked in her tiny cougar costume crawling on all fours with her tail sticking upwards. With her free hand, Amie slowly and gently began stroking the tiny brunette's hair, face and neck. The sensual petting from Amie's massive finger caused Bree to purr. With a gentle swoop, Amie pushed the shrunken woman's hair to one side, revealing the tight black leather neck collar and its dangling heart-shaped name tag. "Uhmmphhff. . . you are absolutely adorable my pet," Amie said shivering with amusement.
Bree continued to purr when making contact with her giantess's enormous hand. Being as catlike as possible, she began crawling in between Amie's ring and middle finger, continually purring while rubbing her thick body back and forth very sensually against the massive digits. Amie cooed in awe as the tiny cat-like woman continued to delight her. Feeling overtaken by feline energy, tiny Bree reflexed herself onto her platform stilettos, remaining in a pouncing position with her hands still in contact with the ground. She attempted to gracefully jump on to the giant palm in a cat-like manner, however Bree's full figured frame landed face first on to the thick flesh of Amie's palm. "Oh my," Amie chuckled out of amusement. The giantess reached down in an attempt to help up the adorable shrunken woman. She pinched the costume's tail between her fingers and slowly began to lift the embarrassed tiny woman to a better position. Staying in character, tiny Bree continued to meow as she was helplessly lifted into the air towards the center of the table. Feeling increasingly aroused by Bree's behavior, Amie impulsively pinned down the tiny body of Bree face down, mid-table and sectioned off the costume's tail-side. Amie then aggressively ripped off the cougar tail, causing a major section of the costume to be removed, openly revealing Bree's backside. While still pinned down, Amie slid her fingertip between the shrunken woman's plump thighs, starting at her pussy and wiping her way upwards between her dry ass cheeks. She erotically placed the dirty finger on the tip of her tongue and sucked the taste off with her lips. Amie then effortlessly flipped over the 4 inch body of the shrunken woman on to her backside. Bree playfully continued to remain in character by licking the enormous fingers of Amie in the process. With the meat of her thumb, Amie slowly began applying pressure over the tiny woman's stomach. The gesture signaled to Bree that it was that time of the inspection. As Bree laid there staring up at the massive giantess, she briefly thought of how the dinner given to her the night before was a lot heavier than usual. As Amie continued to massage her pet's tiny stomach, Bree could feel her bowels begin to move. A few moments later, Amie removed her thumb off of Bree's stomach and placed her hand palm up towards the center right of the table. She then closed her fist, leaving only her massive index finger out for Bree. Meanwhile the shrunken woman lost track of her cat-like character as she nervously came to her feet. She immediately felt an strong urge to poo as she anxiously made her way over to the enormous finger.
"Clank...clank...clank," the sound of her transparent platform stilettos hitting the ground after a jittery walk deeply aroused Amie from above. Pooping over the giantess's finger was the most uncomfortable feeling little Bree ever experienced. No matter how many times she embarrassingly relieved herself over Amie's massive fingertip, the feelings of unease and disgust never left. Sometimes she felt like nothing more than a tiny shrunken shitting-slaved pet for Amie. While in mid thought, the giantess caught tiny Bree of guard by swaying a leash in front of her. "Put this on," Amie said firmly to the cougar-dressed shrunken woman. Bree dreadfully began reaching back behind her neck to the leather choke collar. Once she located the collar's metal ring, she clipped in the leash. The sound of the leash locking on to Bree triggered memories of her human life. She remembered when she used to cutely dress up her spoiled little dog, Tinkerbell, and take her for a walk. As the memory faded, she looked down at her current self after locking the leash into place, lifted her metallic pink nametag then stared at it and began to feel incredibly icky. She continued to having her human moment as she glanced down embarrassingly at the stupid cougar-printed spandex costume and the very uncomfortable see-through platform stilettos. She realized that she was Amie's pet slave in every sense. Before she could become aggressive and combative at the thought, tiny Bree felt a powerful tug at her neck which put her back in her place. Looking down from above, Amie realized that her tiny pet woman needed a lot more training when it came to pooping and she didn't like Bree's continual resistance when the time came to release herself. With the thin leather leash securely pinned between Amie's index finger and thumb, the giantess began to tug at it after feeling a continued resistance from tiny Bree. The shrunken woman rebelliously grabbed the leash with both of her hands and pulled back on it with all of her 4.4 inch mass. Amused at Bree's residual aggressive behavior, she watched as the adorably outfitted shrunken woman carelessly wore herself out. Amie gently began tugging back at the leash with a steady pull, which caused the tiny shrunken woman to quickly lose traction with the ground. She began to unwantingly slide across the slick laminated surface of the table as her tall stilettos continued to lose traction. "NOOoooo! NO! I will not be your fucking shitting pet slave anymore," Bree squeaked out as the giantess continued to pull at the leash. A very dominant, controlling tug from Amie brought the shrunken woman to her hands and knees. With her bare ass bent over, open and visible, Amie was feeling experimental today in her extraction methods. She reached over to her set of tools and began toying with them individually, "Saline enema?! Hmmm, nah. Laxatives? Nope, no fun. Ahhh, anal beads maybe? Eh, not today," Amie said as she continued searching, "Ah this will do!"
Bree continued being hostile towards Amie, even while helpless on all fours. The once powerful voice of Bree was now nothing more than a mere squeak to Amie's ears. "I swear when I get big, I'm going to KILL you Amie!" Bree fiercly squeaked out. Before she could shout out another word, she felt a sharp, stinging pain hit her ass, "Thwackkkk!!!" The tiny shrunken woman let out a squeamish cry as she turned around to find Amie forcefully coiling back a coffee straw, "Thwackkk! Thwackkk!" Before Amie could pull back force on the straw for a fourth time, Bree apologetically begged and pleaded to her giantess, "Please stop!! Ok, ok I'll poo for you . . . just please stop!!". Wanting to make sure the tiny shrunken woman got the point, Amie placed the little straw inside her mouth, soaking it with her saliva. She then reached down and spread apart the sore, sensitive ass cheeks of the shrunken woman and meticulously inserted the lubed up tip of the black coffee straw into Bree's tiny little asshole. When finally in place, Amie drew in a deep breath before placing her lips onto the other side of the straw and blowing forcefully in. The sudden pressure of unwanted warm air mixed with saliva entering her anal cavity made tiny Bree feel extreme discomfort. She quickly sprang to her feet, with the coffee straw still stuck in her asshole. Now feeling completely unable to hold in her load in, Bree embarrassingly began wetly flatulating out the excess air and saliva her giantess forcefully blew inside of her, causing the straw to slide out from her asshole and onto the table. Bree then grabbed a handful of each sore ass cheek and pinched them tightly together as she awkwardly tip-toed her way back over to her dump site, Amie's fingertip. Now standing tall over the massive fingertip in her see-through platform stilettos and cougar-printed outfit, the shrunken woman could no longer hold in the massive load building inside of her and carefully squatted down. As soon as Bree was about to release herself over Amie's fingertip, she felt a dominating push to her backside, causing her to fall to her side. "Spread them for me," Amie commanded in a dominating voice.
Making her way to a kneeling position, tiny Bree bent over until the side of her face made stable contact with the table. She then reached both of her arms back, grabbed a chunk of each ass cheek and spread apart her tiny little ass for Amie. Looking down gratified, Amie finally began to feel her arousal returning at the site of how obedient her tiny pet was becoming. She began to admire how cute and adorable the little shrunken woman looked bent over with her ass spread apart. Leaning in closer, she noticed that the tiny woman's asshole was gradually gaping open and on the verge of releasing herself. "Wait! Not yet!", Amie authoritatively ordered to her tiny shrunken pet slave below. Bree then quickly squeezed together her sphincter muscles as tightly as she could for her giantess. Being satisfied at how quickly the shrunken woman pinched her asshole closed on command, Amie hovered downwards towards the openly spread out ass of Bree and gave the tiny little asshole a hearty lick with the tip of her tongue. Amie then noticed an available opening for her index finger between the tiny woman's legs and her plump ass as it grazed the open air. Amie casually lowered the tip of her giant finger into the space as tiny Bree anxiously awaited to release herself on to it. Amy playfully took her time by reaching underneath tiny Bree and feeling up on her pudgy belly, then she traced her finger all over Bree's hairy little cunt before finally making her way to a resting halt pushed up underneath Bree's tiny asshole. With her free hand, Amie silently grabbed the leather leash and gave it two soft tugs. Within a matter of seconds, Bree's little asshole started to gape open widely as she eagerly pushed out a massive flow of reddish-brown gooey poo which putridly piled on to Amie's fingertip below. As Bree continued to fully release herself, her piss began to splatter all over the place as it hit the laminate table below. The shrunken woman could feel a tiny puddle of warm yellow urine forming around her legs.
While Bree began to recover from emptying her massive load, Amie retracted the fresh pile of warm excrement towards her face to examine it further. She lightly smeared it across her fingertip and found in the mix, tiny pieces of undigested corn and onion from last night's heavy Mexican dinner. Disappointed at her findings, the giantess sternly pinched Bree's leather leash between her fingers and abruptly lifted her shrunken pet into the air until her stilettos no longer made contact with the ground. Grasping at her choke collar, and unable to properly breath, Bree's teeny little legs frantically searched for any type of ground below her. Amie toyed with her tiny pet by casually letting her stilettos barely touch the ground before lifting her back up into the air. Amie then brought the soiled index finger directly in front of the dangling shrunken woman. She then released the leather leash allowing Bree to come to a cautious stand in front of the messy shit-smeared fingertip. Amie then reached down with her free hand and firmly pinched Bree's tiny head and held it in place over the smeared fingertip, "Look, you are eating too fast. We have already talked about this." Amie scolded the shrunken woman as she forcefully pushed her head in closer towards the poorly digested excrement, "SLOW down and CHEW more. Do you understand?" Amie authoritatively directed at the shrunken woman. As she felt the subtle, trembling nods from tiny Bree between her fingers, Amie released the tiny's head with a push. "Show me your tits now," Amie demanded mercilessly. Bree looked up at her giantess with guilt as she maneuvered her massive breast out from under the cougar costume. She then shamefully bowed her head down with her tits now fully out, and avoided making eye contact. Amie then slid her thumb and index finger underneath the shrunken woman's arms and firmly squeezed the busty tits together, shielding her fingers behind the plumpness of Bree's breasts. She then drew the fingertip with Bree's smeared out, messy load of excrement on it and lathered it across the shrunken woman's tits. Grabbing a wet wipe, she easily removed the rest of Bree's tiny brown poop smear from her fingertip and discarded it into a red biological waste container. Meanwhile Bree looked down at her shit-smeared chest, unable to move, paralyzed with disgust. The foul, putrid smells became unavoidable in any direction as Bree searched for an escape. She started to impulsively gag before finally throwing up. Not wanting to recontaminate herself, she examined the tiny filthy woman below covered in bodily fluids, looking for a somewhat clean area to lift her at. Observing the tiny body, she saw that Bree's ass was completely blown out, smeared and covered in shit, her cougar outfit was thoroughly soaked in urine from her thighs downwards while her tits were covered in vomit and smeared with shit. The leather leash was also soaked and sitting in the puddle of urine below. Becoming increasingly repulsed at her pet's appearance, Amie finally thought of a solution and excitingly rose to her feet. "Take off your leash," the giantess said enthusiastically as she walked off out of the room.
Feeling uneasy as Amie thunderously walked off, Bree stumblingly repositioned herself away from the slick, urine soaked surface beneath. Fumbling in her efforts to remove the leash, she could hear Amie walking through the hallway and making her way back to the room. Amie returned to the room sipping a cup of coffee before sitting back down at her inspection chair. The giantess gleamingly glanced down at the her dirty pet as she placed the giant coffee cup beside the tiny woman. She reached over to her set of tools and grabbed a teaspoon. Curious as to what the giantess was up to, Bree stood up defiantly tall with her fist balled up by her side, demanding an explanation with her body language. Amie gleefully chuckled at the tiny's adorable posture. "Siri, open the gateway connection to the 5th, recalibrate subject to 1/2 of an inch," Amie sultrily said as Bree began to dwindle down even further to almost nothing. "NO, no n o . . " Bree frantically squeaked out as her little voice diminished until it was no longer audible. Looking down at the now button-sized woman and noticing how easily manageable her filthy body had become, Amie satisfyingly spoke out to her, "Ok my teeny little pet, let's get you cleaned up." Amie lowered the teaspoon directly behind the button-sized woman until it brushed up against the backside of her tiny stiletto and leaned in towards her. She puckered up her lips and gently blew a quick gush of air towards the tiny woman, launching her off of her feet and onto the teaspoon behind her. Content at her methods, Amie brought the spoon up to her face, squinting in to observe the tiny. She noticed how messy and frizzy Bree's hair had become and how it was all over the place from the tiny gust of air. As she laid covered in filth in the middle of the teaspoon, Amie arousingly whispered at the tiny helpless woman, "Remove your outfit. Keep your stilettos on." The giantess leaned in to find Bree peeling off the tattered cougar printed spandex then poorly wiping the smeared excrement off of her tits with it, before throwing it off of the spoon. Amie then lowered the spoon along with Bree's filthy naked body and hovered them both over the coffee cup. As Amie slightly tilted the spoon more and more, tiny Bree began to realize that the coffee cup wasn't actually filled with coffee at all. Instead the liquid she hovered above appeared to be milk. Before having time to analyze further, Amie fully tilted the teaspoon to one side causing the button-sized shrunken woman to slide off of the spoon and free fall into the cup below. The tiny woman hit the warm milk with her stiletto heels first, "Plop!" causing the liquids to splash upwards. However Bree was too small and insignificant in size for any of the splash to leave the cup. Looking down in the cup of milk, Amie noticed the tiny woman whirling her arms around in the liquid, trying her best to stay afloat. Remembering how filthy her pet was, Amie brought the teaspoon into the cup and began rapidly swirling the milk around in an attempt to stir Bree clean. After withdrawing the spoon, the giantess curiously looked down into the cup. She noticed the tiny body of Bree completely drenched in milk, aimlessly floating around in circles around the whirlpool and searching for anything solid to grasp on to. Amie thought to herself how having her tiny pet wear stilettos into the pool of milk might have been a bad idea as they continually were causing her to sink. Suddenly feeling considerate, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a pint-sized Ziplock bag of Fruit Loops she brought up from the kitchen earlier. She reached down in and pulled out a single red piece of cereal and tossed in into the cup. Amie was delightfully amused to see the incredibly tiny woman swim her way to the floating peace of cereal, grasping on to it tightly with all of her life as it circled around the cup. The giantess absolutely adored the cute site as grabbed the cup and headed down to her kitchen.
Meanwhile in the cup, Bree was struggling to stay in connection with the enormous piece of cereal. With every step from her giantess, waves of milk clashed against the cup's walls. Tiny Bree noticed how the artificial food coloring began to stain her skin as she grasped on. When the commotion stopped, Bree looked up find two tree shaped objects reaching down for her. Above, Amie meticulously aimed to pluck her tiny shrunken pet from out of the cup with a pair of narrow chopsticks. Realizing how bad she was at it, Amie cast aside one of the sticks. With the other stick, she cast it under Bree's belly and instructed her to hold on tightly. Pulling out the chopstick, there at the very end of it was the half and inch tall tiny body of Bree, drenched and dripping in milk and holding on tightly for her life. The giantess casually lowered the tiny shrunken woman onto a very warm, spongy and porous surface. Before recognizing her surroundings, Amie reached across the kitchen counter and grabbed a massive crumpling bag. Inside the container, tiny Bree could hear the sound of paper tearing. She soon looked up and began to dodge the outpour of commotion. When the pouring stopped, Bree looked up to find that she was in a sea of giant M&M's. All of a sudden a deep, resounding voice spoke from a cross the kitchen, "I'm having company coming over this evening," Amie said casually while browsing her through her phone. She then lowered the illuminated screen to where the half and inch tall woman could see it. On the display was a picture of a pan of brownies with M&M pieces symmetrically placed from all around. "I want it to look like this ok," Amie stated as she brought the phone closer to the shrunken woman, "Get creative if you have to." To show what she meant, the giantess reached down into the pan and tapped the backside of the tiny woman, causing her to effortlessly fall over on to the brownies surface. She began applying pressure to her shrunken pet slave's back. Feeling the tiny frontside of Bree sink into the brownie, she immediately grabbed her entire leg, platform heels and all, between her fingers and slid the tiny woman back. Then grabbing two pieces of M&M's, she forcefully fit them into the two tiny breast indentations made. "Not perfect, but you get the point, use your stilettos if you have to" Amie said while in a hurry, "I'll be back in an hour." The tiny shrunken woman slave then stood up with her frontside covered, alone in the field of baked chocolate flour, feeling overwhelmed by the task at hand.
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it!