Jess's Way (Chapter 2)

“It feels like at least some of you have the right idea. Keep on squirming. Yep, that’s the ticket,” Jess smarmed at the snugly donned shoe, now containing no less than seven innocent lives compressed between her elegantly dressed foot and worn-down loafer bowel, while already putting on the opposite stocking to complete her look for the day. “I know you can’t move much in there, seeing how you’re just puny little nothings under me… less than bugs, really… but you’ll be able to wriggle about here and there, and that’s how I like you to be. It’s a nice little massage for me, while I’m trying not to snore through another day of lectures, when you all work together to serve me. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. God knows you’ll plenty of practice to learn what makes me happy, because you’re going to be in there every day from now on. And if you don’t learn… well, then that probably means you’re dead because I’ve accidentally stepped on you a bit too hard, so… it’s not like it’ll even matter to you then, will it?”

            Soon Jess was wearing a matching pair of conservative but still-fashionable dark loafers and tan-tinted nylons, with a combined total of fourteen shrunken unfortunates currently enduring the leaden wrath of her feet. Amused, she clicked her heels together several times, then idly paced the room while trying to make sure she had everything she needed for the day – not that the extra walking was necessary, but she enjoyed taking every chance she could to feel those miniscule surprisingly-durable bodies concealed inside her footwear being heaved down upon: their weak rasps gusting micro-puffs of cool air against her skin, getting their limbs tangled in damp stocking fibers, then letting their shapes unpeel and re-glue tighter against either the broad flesh of her sole or the tape she’d stuck in the bottoms.

After checking herself in the mirror and combing her fingers through her chocolate-brunette locks, Jess smiled with satisfaction, ready to face the day, or rather she nearly was. Recently she’d taken to savoring the sort of good-luck charm effect, or maybe just the power rush, of having additional diminutive jerks stowed away on her person, as distractions she could count on throughout the day, or a light morsel if she became hungry enough with no other options, or as a convenient replacement if anyone in her shoes or stockings happened to selfishly meet their demise before school was over. So Jess tucked two more shrinkers into her boldly-blossoming cleavage, two into her lacier-than-necessary underpants, and another four deep in button-up pockets under her skirt folds. And with that, she was off, putting a particular spring in her step which any outsiders might’ve just interpreted as joyful positivity, but of course was just the self-glorifying lass putting additional oomph into every step for the sake of increasing her writhing underfoot prisoners’ misery.

            Halfway through the bus route to school, though, Jess’s stomach gurgled, and she realized her above-average annoyance at her shoe-dwellers’ insolence had caused her to forget to grab breakfast. Stomping her foot against the bus floor as an additional punishment, she contemplatively rubbed her abdomen; just before Jess could reach for one of the shrinkers in her pocket, however, she made eye contact with the boy seated across from her on the almost-empty bus. Based on his uniform, they were both headed for the same place, though she’d never noticed him before – he was certainly too dull-looking to ever invite attention from her, except in anger. Then he winked at her, bobbed his head in hopes she’d come closer to talk to him, and right away Jess knew she wouldn’t have to waste her pocket reserves for breakfast after all. With a siren-like smile, she switched seats, flirtatiously sidling thigh-to-thigh with the strange boy. He said something to her – Jess didn’t even register what, as his words (like his body) would hardly matter soon – while she cast a glance up to the driver, who as usual wasn’t noticing a thing happening back here.

            “How would you feel if I licked you?” Jess asked him suddenly. Predictably, the boy’s eyes boggled with horny misunderstanding, and then he shook his head emphatically yes. Giggling, Jess added: “Fair warning, though. I’ve been known to bite, too, from time to time.”

            As the stranger was utterly immobilized with amorous shock, it was simpler than ever for Jess to lean in close to his ear, pressing her lips there as if she meant to kiss it, but instead she imperiously hissed: “Now shrink.”

            A split-second later, the lad was miniaturized to the same hapless inch-high fate as so many hidden others who’d also dared to cross Jess’s path. No longer having a need to tempt him with that twinkle in her eye or a seductive pout, the giantess immediately grimaced with disgust at the thought of doing anything with this boy but using him for sustenance, while pinching his wormy shape between her fingertips and raising him before her face. He screamed more fervently, until she had no choice but to use her tree trunk-thick thumbpad to silence his whining.

            “Honestly, even in your wildest fucking dreams, did you think someone like you could ever get off with someone like me?” Jess snarled at the boy. “Really, though, you should be thanking me. I’m about to give you the day off from class. And the day after, and the day after that. In fact, you could just stop thinking altogether. You’re going to be stopping everything else pretty soon, anyway, so you might as well. As if you weren’t lucky enough, too, I actually am going to lick you. I wasn’t lying about that. Ugly as you are, the funny thing is, the more pathetic-looking you wankers are, the better you taste. Maybe it’s the fear of dying, of becoming part of me, that seasons you just right. Oh, right, I should mention. I’m going to eat you now. It’s not like you’ll offer much to me… really, you’re so skinny, I’d have gotten more in a single bite of anything else… but, you had the bloody cheek to look at me the way you did, and I don’t think I’m going to be letting that happen ever again. Now, if you really want to make it up to me, try and squirm as much as you can just before I chew you. It makes it more fun for me. And, by the way, I wasn’t lying about the biting, either. Well, then. Bottoms up.”

            Then Jess parted her fingers and chucked him onto the waiting soggy-budded mattress of her tongue, immediately coiling him into a crushing saliva-squelching tube of red oral flesh before slurping him fully within and sealing her lips shut. For a few peaceful minutes the giantess just sucked hard upon his body, tongue-whipping him every which way, and was gratified by the fact that he did indeed flail quite a bit. She guessed it was more out of survival instinct than desire to please her, but regardless, it made the sampling experience even better. Eventually, though, Jess’s stomach growled with impatience, and after some harsh nibbling that put an end to her unknown classmate’s rebellion, she gulped his easily-won remains down her gullet. And as good as he tasted, now that she’d had one bite of breakfast, of course she’d have to have more to be satisfied. Fortunately, the moment she stepped off the bus two blocks from school, Jess spotted a few upperclassmen gathered in the alley to smoke. With an empowered grin and another gut-gurgle, she shuffled toward them upon the still-quaking carpet of tiny humanity she had smothered down in her stockings and loafers, all while readily imagining how good these next boys were going to taste going down.

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THE END (told you it was a short one, but we just may see some other tales in a similar vein)