All in a Day's Work (Chapter 3)

“Oh, relax. I’m not magic. I just wanted to see if you’d be stupid enough to believe it at first,” Tracy scoffed afterward, snapping her fingers again, and then revealed the actual source of his newfound size demotion: an app on her phone, which she’d activated with a single thumb-tap. “What, did you think that chip they injected into you was just a tracking device? I can make you as big or as small as I want, whenever I want. And believe me when I say that as small as you feel right now, I can make this feel HUMONGOUS, next to the smallest that you could possibly be. If you don’t want to find out what that feels like for real, I suggest you get with the program now.”

Wholly chastened, Caleb began hurriedly kissing either wall of toe flesh currently clamped in on his body with the pitiful desperation of a peasant bestowing smooches on the foot of a bloodthirsty warrior queen. He tremored like a leaf, all but making out with the giantess’s soft yet comparatively-muscular toe pillars. Though this still wasn’t enough.

“Oh, that’s not gonna cut it out,” Tracy remarked with another power-hungry smile. “I only wanted a kiss before, when I thought maybe you understood not to play any games with me. But that’s off the table. Now I want you to stick out your tongue, and start licking my foot. I’ll tell you when you can stop.”

So Caleb did just that, setting aside all rebellion or dignity to pry his lips open and slake his tiny tongue over and over along the plush grid-lined texture of the same tender toe crevices which now had him scrunched in captivity. Tracy’s grip only loosened slightly to allow the half-inch man to revolve himself in new directions so he could adequately lap at every skin cell of that U-curved pocket. He gagged at first, affronted by the musty toejammy flavor and the slimier wet-earth yield of that digit flesh squeezing him like a thumbnail-sized ragdoll, but he had enough wisdom to suppress the impulse and continue toiling away, just as worshipfully as Tracy demanded. She offered no critiques of his dire technique, which he supposed was good news, but neither did she offer him any hint that he’d be allowed to stop soon. The giantess only went on smiling, coyly twirling a finger through her hair, and occasionally tapping her opposite still-shoed foot upon the carpet with a leaden thud that never failed to startle Caleb. Of course, Karen had it far worse, as she not only felt the impact from the source, but was cruelly rocked about and bashed against the moist buoyant give beneath Tracy’s toes each time that flat lifted off the ground. Just over an hour later, long after a defeated Caleb’s tongue had gone dry in spite of his ongoing efforts, there came a knock at the door.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Tracy shrugged, gloriously flippant.

She reached down, plucking the little man from between her toes like stray grit, then stood up from the armchair and strode across the room. Karen of course was treated to a particularly taxing ride below, while Caleb was placed inside a small glass terrarium on the shelf, while the giantess marched onward toward the front door. Having expected a delivery this morning, Tracy happily greeted the courier she met there, and after signing for her “package,” she brought the box inside. It always put her in a good mood when she received a new arrival, as there was always something special about those first sessions with a shrunken criminal – probably still believing they were the victim here – which filled her with gratification. Still, nothing could’ve prepared Tracy for the surprise-of-a-lifetime which awaited when she opened the box to reveal her latest shrunken guest.

“PETER?” Tracy gawped, wide-eyed, as she looked down in elation to realize she’d just had delivered the evidently-convicted and newly three-inch-tall man who’d been responsible for her wrongful termination from her old job a year ago. Great as her shock was, though, it was nothing compared to the gut-dropping dread that Peter himself felt. It was like waking up from a weird dream, only to still be caught in an even worse nightmare. He yelped aloud, instantly overcome with a thousand horrific regrets, and tried to scramble his way up the wall of the box which had held him securely during his transfer to his new warden. Though he had no idea until those flaps lifted that his giant persecutor would be none other than the once-lowly office hottie he’d (perhaps stupidly) screwed out of a job.

Of course Peter’s efforts came to nothing, as Tracy easily snatched him up into a fist. She savored that look of crestfallen awe on his face, and his concerted squirming against her much-stronger fingers. As much as Tracy had enjoyed this job so far, she doubted the completion of any shrunken criminal’s sentence was going to delight her as much as this one. By the time she took a seat again and set the three-inch-tall man down on the floor, he was bawling and blubbering out half-hearted apologies for what he’d done. But Tracy shushed him, first with a finger over her lips, then with a more-threatening bare foot hovered over his body.

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t cry now, Peter. What, do you think I’m just going to blow up at you, all because you tried to ruin my life, and now you’re a tiny insignificant powerless little thing that I can punish however I decide is necessary? Okay, fair enough, I can understand why you’d feel that way. But really, I should thank you. Without everything you did to me, I never would’ve ended up here, making more money than ever and working for myself and LOVING what I get to do every day! I really do appreciate that. On the other hand, according to your file here, you were convicted for public intoxication. Which, I’m guessing you thought you’d just get a slap on the wrist and be sent on your way. But the way I see it, there’s no such thing as a small crime. Just small… people. Like you. That’s why I’m not going to hold back, and why you’re going to learn exactly how I appreciate all the ways you changed my life, for every last second of your time here with me.”

With that, Tracy brought her immense creamy-crescent sole bearing down on Peter like a freight train. He let out another scream just before she flattened his writhing form with as much whomping aggression as she dared without the risk of making him black out. As satisfying as it would’ve been to instantly stomp him unconscious, there was no way she was letting him off the hook that easily. He was going to experience every instant of this punishment, no matter how much he pleaded and apologized, until she’d permanently melded the sense memory of his miniscule body squished against the underside of her bare foot.

“God, I love my job,” Tracy dreamily sighed.

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THE END