#rough feet
Amanda religiously went to the nail salon for a pedicure once a week, it was a must for her. She had beautiful natural toes, so they must be taken exceptional care of. She’d go their so many times the employees would know almost everything about her. Her favorite thing to do at the nail salon was to gossip, her favorite thing totally about was her mother-in-law, Manuela. She’d tell the other workers that Manuela was nothing but a brute, her feet were disgusting and stunk, she’s too old fashion, and expect too much from her and it was stressing her out. Amanda felt good releasing her stress, her pedicure looked as great as ever as she strolled happily home. But little did she know that the employees were friends of Manuela; matter of fact, work for Manuela, it was her salon but she rarely visits. So one of the women called Manuela to inform her about her disrespectful daughter-in-law. Manuela just laughed it off and ask when was Amanda’s next appointment. She also told them to move it to the latest time before the salon closed so she could handle “her”.
A week later, Amanda came in and was shocked to see that Manuela was there. “Oh, I didn’t know you came to my salon?” Manuela said sarcastically flashing her owner tag at Amanda. Amanda was feeling uneasy. “Don’t worry, come over here! I’ll do your pedicure for you. Matter of fact, I won’t charge you.” Amanda did not find Manuela’s new attitude toward her suspicious at all, she just excitedly sat down and enjoyed getting her pedicure. When Manuela was finished, it was past closing time and Amanda started to walk out. “I’m not done!” Manuela said. “I got something for you.” Manuela dug deep in her cleavage and took out some special nail polish, the colors were as if a rainbow collided with a galaxy; the colors also changed time to time. “It’s from my country, Venezuela,” Manuela added. Amanda promptly sat back down and eagerly awaited to see the polish on her toes. As soon as the last toe was painted, Amanda rapidly shrunk in front of her mother-in-law. Manuela sat where Amanda sat and plopped her feet down, trapping Amanda between them. “Why’d you do that?” Amanda said with tears in her eyes. Manuela cooed the poor tiny girl. “Awwww, did baby not like her pedicure?” Manuela teased before returning to her normal tone. “You said so much about me and my feet, you deserved to be taught a lesson.” Manuela snapped back. Manuela then rubbed her big toe all over Amanda’s face and nose, her feet smelled like rotten eggs, expired milk, and four hundred-year-old cheese. “Now from now on, you are going to be my new employee. Every day you’re going to lick our sandals and after work clean our work shoes. Then when we close up shop, you’re gonna work very hard on our feet. Clean them, lick them, kiss them, smell them, massage them, worship, praise, whatever the hell we want you to do. And when you do my feet, I want you to do all that and every time you smell my feet I want you to look up and say, ‘I’m sorry mamá for being so disrespectful and I love everything about your feet.’ And then you kiss my feet and repeat. Got it?” Amanda realized that she couldn’t do a thing about her situation, so she wiped her tears off and nodded. Manuela yelled out, “Come on ladies, it’s time to welcome our new employee!” The other women came out and sat in the other chairs laughing as they took their shoes off, flashing their toes back and forth. The nail salon smelled so bad that if hell had a scent, this would be the worst of them all. Amanda was nearly knocked unconscious by the toxic fumes, somehow she managed to stand. Manuela finally wanted Amanda to begin. “For today, I am first. So hurry up. Worship and smell my feet, now!” Manuela grinned. Amanda wanted to throw up as she stood in front of her mother-in-law’s putrid soles as she began to get to work. Manuela liked the idea of having a tiny clean the employees and her feet. Maybe she can have even more?
The next day, Manuela opened up the nail salon and made sure Amanda was in the employee room to clean their sandals while they changed into their work shoes; which she had too many too clean and had to remain there the whole day. Manuela loved the feeling of having a tiny person worship her feet. “Why not have more?” she thought to herself. She went back to the employee room, and took two plastic cups and filled them with water. She slippers of her shoes and socks, then she dipped her filthy socks into the clear water which it easily turned the water black. She called this Venezuelan tea, it was a Venezuelan drink made to shrink anyone but a Venezuelan woman. As she grabbed her beverages and headed out in the open, no customers were present. An hour passed before a customer came, Rosa. Rosa was Manuela’s favorite customer because they’ve been best friends since they were kids in their village, she’d always pay extra for no extra services, and that she’d always bring her grown son Alexandre along. One of the employees took Rosa in to give her a pedicure as Alexandre sat near his mother to wait for her. Manuela came to greet her best friend and her son with kisses before offering both of them the tea, in which both decided to have. As each one of them took their sips, Rosa replied, “Mmmm, delicioso! What kind of tea is this?” Manuela smiled. “Oh, it’s just Venezuelan tea. Thanks, it was so hard to make. I had to put my foot in it.” she said the last line sarcastically. But Alexandre had a different reaction to the tea, he didn’t like it at all because it tasted funny, like feet; but he didn’t want to be rude, so he drank it all to be polite. The employee was finished with Rosa’s pedicure and headed back to take her break. While Rosa admired her toes, Alexandre came over to give his mother a foot massage. He loved his mother’s feet although they smelled bad and sweated very easily. As Rosa closed her eyes enjoying each rub on her soles and toes, like lightning, Alexandre was shrunk to an inch right in front of his mother’s feet.
“Mom! Mom! Help I’m tiny!” Alexandre panicked. He did anything to get his mother’s attention. He punched, kicked, even bit one of his mother’s soles; but to her, it was just apart of the massage, so she ignored it. “Ay, I never knew you were this good sweetie. Keep going.” his mother moaned. Determined to get his mother’s attention, Alexandre began to climb up her foot. It was a very difficult climb, as he made his way up higher and higher up her foot. He had to fight off the fumes coming from his mother’s foot as she began to sweat making it more of a treacherous climb. Rosa thought her son was tickling her; so she wiggled and jerked her feet laughing loudly, the vibrations and movement nearly knocked Alexandre completely off as he held on to her foot for dear life. Manuela was walking by with a small tube of super glue to fix a broken bracelet when she saw her friend rosa dying with laughter. She sat in front of her friend’s foot to see what was wrong. “What’s the matter?” she asked. With her eyes still closed, “Alexandre is giving me the best foot massage.” Manuela looked and saw a tiny Alexandre climbing his mother’s foot, so she lifted him off and added a drop of super glue on his mother’s foot just below her second toe, and Manuela pressed the hands of tiny Alexandre on his mom’s foot; making it look like he was hanging there. Manuela left before Rosa opened her eyes, Rosa looked around to look for her son. “Alexandre? Where are you?” The woman who did her feet came out of the employee room. “Maybe he went back home.” Meanwhile, Alexandre was stuck with his nose deeply pressed into his mom’s foot; which each breath, he took on its foul fumes.
Rosa gave up on looking for Alexandre and decided to leave to head on home. She slipped into her slippers, unknowingly pressuring down hard on her child. And walked briskly out if the salon, each step seemed to press down harder and harder on Alexandre as his mother’s foot drench him in a pool of foot sweat, increasing the severity of the already foul scent her feet gave off. Throughout the day, Manuela continued to shrink people with her tea, she had so many that she gave them to each of her employees as a gift for there work. As they thanked her, Manuela’s sister, Consuela, suggested that she should make money out of her shrinking of people. Manuela loved the idea but didn’t know how, but her sister told her that she would handle it.
Manuela let her sister go handle business as she left and took tiny Amanda home with her between her toes so Consuela could close up shop; the two of them were starting to get along. When the salon closed up, Consuela went home and called to see if she could help her sister make a profit with her shrinking techniques. So Consuela called the very best resources she could, Jonah and Tammy Beasley. The Beasley’s were a wealthy duo from Tennessee who were the majority owners of every single nail salon in the country, including Manuela’s; and they were always looking for any way they could maximize their profits. So Consuela called to arrange a meeting with the both of them, however only Jonah could make it; Tammy was still in Tennessee. Rumors spread that Jonah had a history of cheating on his wife countless of times when she was not around, many say that if any woman shows him their bare feet; he’d melt into their favor. Jonah arrived at Consuela’s apartment moments later that night and sat down.
“Mr. Beasley, we have a new product to show you, and we wanted to know if you were interested.” Consuela showed him the very same bottle of Venezuelan nail polish that shrunk Amanda. Jonah took the bottle in his hand observing it closely. “It’s a mighty fine color toe thingy,” he said with his strong Tennessee accent. “But, I don’t think its goin’ make us cash. Where ya’ll get this shit from anyways?” Consuela slipped off one of her feet from her sandals and placed it on Jonah’s lap; it was painted the same color as the polish. “Does it matter? Just look at my feet. They’re beautiful, the polish makes them more beautiful. Trust me, the money will come.” Jonah roughly brushed her foot off and angrily slammed the bottle of polish on the table. “Are you fucking stupid!"Jonah shouted. "You think those rumors are true about me? Listen missy; I hate feet, my wife’s, and yours. They’re ugly, they smell, and are just plain disgusting. I’m only in this business cause that’s what all you stupid broads care 'bout, your nasty ugly feet. It’s stupid!” Consuela was not going to take his disrespect lightly. She simply pointed at him with one finger as his body began to shrink; her fingernails were also painted by the Venezuelan polish. At one centimeter where Jonah found himself on the floor, he tried to run and hide from further punishment. But he found himself right in front of Consuela’s sandals. “Going somewhere?” Consuela asked with a cruel grin as she lifted her bare foot. Jonah began to run, but Consuela simply took one small gentle step, crushing him and sat down to inspect her work.
Jonah was stuck to the bottom part of Consuela’s foot. Consuela’s phone rang and she went to answer it, it was Tammy. Tammy was a nice mature southern woman who loved feet, especially hers. Consuela told Tammy about the meeting she had with Jonah and the product she wanted to sell, she even told her about the tea. She told her the effects and what happened to her husband and she was intrigued. “You did that to him? That’s good for the 'lil bastard!” Tammy laughed. “I love the product, but I don’t wanna sell it, I got another plan. I’ll fly you and your sister to where I am and tell ya’ll.” The next day as the employees arrived, Manuela told them the salon would be closed and that the women had the day off because they had to meet with Tammy. “You girls can paint each other nails, play with Amanda, I don’t care. We’re off to Tennessee.” Manuela stated. The employees acknowledged what she said, grabbed some polish, set it down and lined up their bare feet in front of Amanda to paint them. The two sisters took a private jet to Tennessee. On takeoff, Consuela slipped her shoes off and removed Jonah off of her foot in front of Manuela and set him down in front of their shoes. Manuela looked at her sister and smiled as she took her shoes off as well. Each woman tortured Jonah, Manuela forced him to smell her feet while Consuela made him lick the dirt off her soles until the plane landed in Tennessee.
Manuela and Consuela finally arrived in Tennessee. As the two women arrived at Tammy’s place, Manuela crushed Jonah under her sole and cleaned him off. They finally entered the house to meet with their potential business partner. “I’m interested in knowing how ya’ll gals do what ya’ll been doin’ shrinkin’ people and what not,” Tammy said as their meeting began. Consuela proudly showed Tammy the nail polish and showed her how to make the tea; as she did this, Manuela displayed the imprint Tammy’s husband left on her sole. After seeing all this, Tammy made an interesting proposal. “I got this for ya’ll, 'stead of sellin’ this stuff, listen to this. I’ll make ya’ll two co-owners and how about we just shrink us some customers instead?” This sounded preposterous at first, but eventually, it sounded good to both Manuela and Consuela; so they agreed. The two women left the meeting satisfied and even left the products in the hands of Tammy. And Tammy was gonna have some fun with the stuff she was given.
Tammy went to her nearby Nashville nail salon and it was extremely busy. Prom was coming up, so a lot of high schoolers came into the salon to get ready. But a lot of them were in such a hurry that they were very rude to Tammy’s employers. Tammy decided to call all her employees into her office. “I know these brats been given ya’ll a hard time now, but I got a solution to our problem.” She showed them the Venezuelan polish and tea. “Ladies, it’s time for a lil’ payback. Polish for the gals, tea for the gents; and you’ll see.” The employees did as their boss said and did the deeds of giving out tea and putting on the polish. Moments later, all the customers began to shrink and found themselves centimeters in height on the floor as Tammy stood over them laughing thunderously. “See? I told ya’ll we’d get a lil’ payback!”
The customers were very frightened at their predicament, but one girl decided to be bold. She went up in front of Tammy’s feet and shouted at the gigantic woman. “How can you do this to us, you crazy old bitch!” Without hesitation, Tammy slipped off her right foot from her shoe and gently stomped on the girl. Her boyfriend took exception to that, but Tammy did the same and stomped on him; this time with her left foot. Tammy then grabbed a chair to rest her feet and to display her victims that were still alive, stuck to her soles. “I hope ya’ll learned a lesson and enjoy the smell of my pure Tennesseean feet.” Tammy bragged as she watched her victims struggle on her soles. “Now for the test of ya’ll lil’ ones, ya’ll gave me and my girls a hard time. So I think ya’ll owe us some good foot massages or do ya’ll want to end up like these two on the bottom of my Tennessee feet?” The customers groaned as they lined up at Tammy’s feet. They were also forced to worship the other employee’s feet as well. Tammy relished this moment as the rude customers lined up to tend to her feet.
From that point on, many people were shrunk and becoming foot slaves at local nail salons. Manuela and Consuela became very rich but shared the wealth with their co-workers. Manuela even started being nice to her daughter-in-law. There was also a large immigration of Venezuelan women, after all, they couldn’t be shrunk and now were the most powerful in America. As for Tammy, she shared her wealth with Manuela and Consuela; she knew it was best for her to give them anything or she’d end up shrunken as well. But the Asian nail salons had noticed what was done, but the Venezuelan remedies didn’t affect them. So they decided to make their own methods…
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Taking action by ALittletoo-Rocky1986
At Alexandre B. Wellington High School, they had developed a new disciplinary consequence for bad students. In detention, the bad students were shrunk and to be at the mercy of whoever was watching them. It was hard to believe that the school board actually approved the measure. But since all of the faculty didn’t want any part of it because they thought the measure was too cruel to enact; the janitor Ms. Reeves eagerly volunteered. As a hard working woman, she was always on her feet for long periods and cleaning up the messes students made. She wanted to teach them a lesson. So, on her first day, she recorded one subject as a test.
Marcus Delon was caught dumping trash out of the cafeteria garbage all over the school grounds, which Ms. Reeves had to clean up. Marcus looked up in pure terror as he saw a sickening grin on the woman’s face. “What do with you? Oh you poor little thing!” Ms. Reeves cooed. Marcus panicked. “I’m sorry.” He was frightened. “I didn’t mean to do it. Honest!” He whimpered. Ms. Reeves giggled. She could tell he was just saying that for some sympathy. “Ok sweetie, I forgive you. But first, there’s someone else you need to apologize to…” as she said this she started to remove her bare feet from her work shoes. Not only was she not wearing any socks; but her feet were rough, full of callouses and disgusting toe jam. Not too mention her feet reeked. The foul stench permeated through the room, heating it quickly, causing the paint to melt away due to her foot’s foul odor. Marcus was sick to his stomach. Each nauseating whiff made him wish that his life would end at that exact moment. “Now.” Ms. Reeves said proudly, knowing the amount of torture that her feet’s stench were doing to the poor boy as she set them right in front of him. “Say you’re sorry to my big, beautiful, hard-working feet.” He obeyed. “I’m sorry,” he said dejectedly. “Now give my feet a big, lovely, kiss; and you’re forgiven.” As much as he didn’t want to, Marcus wanted his torment to be over. With his eyes burning because of the toxic foot odor, he leaned forward and kissed her rotten feet. MWAH! Marcus coughed uncontrollably. Unfortunately, he got a taste of her feet; one could not fathom how nasty they tasted like with the combination of fifty years worth of callouses, dirt, toe jam, filth, gunk, and feet sweat. Ms. Reeved laughed at Marcus’s suffering; she enjoyed every bit of it. But she wasn’t done with him just yet, after all, she was in total control.
“Just one more thing before we’re done,” she told him. “You’re going to love this! I promise.” Just using her index finger and thumb, she plucked Marcus up and dangled him high in the air before bestowing him with a kiss. Marcus felt absolutely disgusted by this. Then she grabbed a piece of scotch tape and firmly spread Marcus’s body wide so she could tape him to the bottom of her right foot, the set her feet crossed on a wooden chair to display him proudly. Marcus tried to escape from his entrapment with all of his might. Sadly, Ms. Reeves’s foot sweat made the tape stick to her sole, he was literally glued on. When he realized his efforts were futile, he began to sob. Ms. Reeves began to tease and coo him. “Don’t cry sweetie, I’ll wipe all of your tears.” Using her other foot, she smeared her left big toe all over him and the tape that constricted him. “Much better.” She beamed. All throughout the duration of detention, Ms. Reeves would smear, smother, and rub her rough soles together for many hours until it was night time. “I hope you had a great time. Because it’ll never end for you, sweetie!” Ms. Reeves cackled evilly as she slipped back into her rancid scented work shoes Poor Marcus was pushed around in the stinky, damp, and heat insole as she pressed her toes hard on his weak frame of a body. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll get you some more pals to worship my feet with. Oh, I can sooooo get used to this detention thing.” She howled in deep laughter as she continued to punish Marcus by apply immense amounts of pressure with each step she took.
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put that tongue to good use by sok06
It was another typical day for Miley. Woke up hungover called her career manager Amy, “get me some fucking water and Advil bitch” she hung up before her manager could even get a word in. Within 10 minutes her manager let herself in and made her way to Miley’s room. Miley sat up in her bed and took the water and Advil, “what took you so long?” “Well actually I was across town I dropped everything I thought I made pretty g-“ “stop talking”. “Miley maybe you shouldn’t party so hard” “who the fuck are you to tell me about how I shouldn’t party so hard?!? You don’t know my life, performing in front of an audience. I hate it. I hate being forced into the recording studio singing the same song over and over again. Signing little brats autograph books. My life is hell.” “How do you think it is being your little slave which is not my job?” “You wanna talk about slavery???” Miley stood up from her bed. Right then she shrunk from the shrinking disease. Amy looking down at her said, “I’d love to talk about slavery” Miley too hungover to run, just dropped to her knees. Not as a show of respect but she was too tired. Amy picked up tiny Miley and threw her in the toes of her shoes. Miley woke up, guessed she was in a shoe from the smell and lack of light. and punched, scratched, but her opponent’s toes initially. After a few hours, Miley was released from her prison realizing she cannot win. Amy looked at her prize “so you already gave me a bonus and a raise. And I’m going to deplete your bank accounts until there is nothing left, your royalties are mine now. You, my sweet Miley, will be my foot slave. You will lick, and kiss, and rub them without hesitation.” Miley looked up at her giantess goddess, “yes goddess, keep me out of the public eye forever and I will worship your big sexy feet”. Amy had no intention of revealing Miley to the world anyways and “agreed”. How about you lick my feet clean they’re a little stinky” “yes goddess I feel honored that I can help you with your pedicure using my mouth” Miley began licking at first hated the taste then realized no more public. She began to cry tears of happiness, eagerly awaiting when she could rub her goddess’s feet.
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Unaware Giantess Sister by RedHotChiliSlippers
“Dylan, you little shit. Where are you?”
It was Hannah’s responsibility to take her older brother Dylan for his monthly check-ups ever since he contracted the shrinking virus. The problem with this was, Dylan was an explorer, and Hannah was a klutz. Hannah, realizing they were late, pounded around the house in an agitated state hoping to spot her tiny brother. Dylan heard his enormous little sister approaching, but was too exhausted from all his adventuring to jump out of her way.
Hannah spent hours searching for Dylan but never found him.
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The group of 20 were representatives of America for the World Cheerleading meet currently being held in the United Arab Emirates. Coming from one of the richest private schools in the United States, they should have been grateful for the opportunity, instead, they only saw the host country for its faults.
After their bus broke down, 10 of the girls decided to do some exploring, eventually making their way to a small shop down an alley.
As they browsed the store, the girls pointed out and laughed at the things which were different from what they were used to. They laughed at the clothing most of the women wore and talked about dirty most of the people were.
Sitting behind the counter, the female shop-keeper waited patiently until one of the girl’s picked up an old lamp.
“What the fuck is this?” The high schooler asked in disgust. This got the shop keeper’s attention.
Trying to stop the girls, the shopkeeper rose from her seat.
“No! Stop. Very bad luck!” Her words were useless, however, as one of the girls clumsily dropped the lamp, shattering it and covering themselves in an odd dust.
“What the hell?” One of the cheerleaders spoke as the world around her began to grow.
The shop-keeper watched, powerless, as the girls shrunk before her eyes.
Quickly rushing over to where the group once stood, the woman looked down, her eyes peeking from behind her burka. At first, her heart shook with fear as she observed the tiny bodies of the girls scurrying on the floor. Then she remembered the girls’ rudeness and a smile grew behind her veil.
Removing her right foot from her sandal, she lifted it above the pathetically small group who watched in horror as the brown sole descended upon them.
Dropping her foot down on the tiny Americans, the shop-keepers smiled in glee as her hot sole covered the people which she now considered pests.
“You come to my country, mock my culture, and break my items. I think it’s time for you Americans to learn some respect!” Lifting her foot, she smiled as the girls were now stuck to her skin, trapped on her sole and between her toes. A few red splotches also existed on her skin.
Laughing with glee, the woman watched as the girls struggled in her foot sweat and grime, her foot smell overpowering the tiny females. Curling her toes, she watched as even more girls were crushed by her dusty skin.
The remaining Cheerleaders knew their time was coming….
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A_Gift_For_My_Aunt by anyomous52
You were home and your sister told you to help her prepare a gift for your aunt’s birthday, you always hated your aunt, you followed your sister to make her happy. When you arrived at her room she shot you with a shrink ray and put you in a present box. The next day you were given as a gift to your aunt, its been quite a few days and your aunt and her friends are already started breaking you
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I like to see human slaves, they have a very smooth and crisp body. Any giant knows that they are a fun pet.
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Emily couldn’t take it anymore… Her husband was too small to be considered her lover anymore. Do to her still loving him she didn’t want to kill him.
Emily walked over to the glass she kept him in and walked it to the front door. She opened it and poured her bug-sized husband on the ground. He looked up at her with confusion as she said, “listen, honey… I have to move on. I still love you which is why I won’t kill you but I can’t pretend we’re on an equal level. I’m giving you a fair chance… I’m sorry.” With that being said she stood back up to walk away. Her tiny husband tried to chase after her to stop her, but with one step she was already miles away.
Weeks had past and he managed to get back inside of the house. He was determined to get her attention and fix his marriage somehow.
He had been stalking his wife for a couple days now and he knew when the perfect time to climb her was. She always came home from work and relaxed for 2 hours watching TV.
While she was at work he made his way to the couch and waited. After about an hour, she finally arrived home. Like always she slipped off her heels to her worn-out feet. And as always she walked to the couch and instantly started watching TV.
The tiny husband made his move, she shouldn’t move for 30 minutes now. He ran out in front of her large building sized toes getting ready to climb but as he got ready. Suddenly her foot slid forward. He screamed as her huge soft soles buried him. Her worn out sweaty feet engulfed the bug-sized man. He felt the pressure of her damp foot gently resting over top of him. The smell was unbearable and he thought he would never get out when suddenly he felt the pressure lift… But wait… He felt himself lifting too. He was stuck to his wife’s foot being carried into the air.
The helpless man looked down at the ground that made it seem like he was skyscrapers high. He tried to move but couldn’t he was completely at the mercy of his giant wife’s soles. And she never knew about it.
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Think You Can Handle This, Sweetie? by EnormouslyTiny
“Well, let me assure you… you don’t stand a chance!”
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