Shyanne's mom looks down at you, sighing and shaking her head.
"Did she shrink another one of you hopeless boys?" She said. She reaches into the bra and pinches you between her large fingers. You stare up as she brings you close to her gigantic face. She exams you for a bit. "One of the neighbors too. When will that girl learn."
"Please help me!" You yell "I don't want to be your daughters pet." Shyanne's mom stares at you for a moment before speaking.
"Ok little one, I will take you away from her." You smile as she says this. She then smirks and looks at you. You're not sure why but you sense she has darker intentions then she lets on. Before you can say anything she places you into her cleavage. "Hang on little one." she says with a giggle. She then walks to her bedroom. You feel nice a cozy between her large, warm breasts. Your tiny body bounced up and down as she took each step. You then started to slip down further in between her boobs until you were completely surrounded by her flesh. You couldn't even see the light. You tried to call up to Shyanne's mom but your voice was muffled in her bosom. Soon she reaches her bedroom, and she plucks you out from between her breasts. She once again raises you up to her face. It was the size of a billboard to you. After all that has happened you still couldn't believe what you were seeing.
"Thank you for saving me. Now, we need to get me back to normal size. I don-" But before you can finish what you are saying, she places her finger over your mouth, well at your size, your entire face.
"Now now little guy, I said I would take you from my daughter. I never said I would help you get back to normal size." Again a dark smirk crawled across her face. Your heart sinks as you realize that you are back to square one. "Shyanne is always shrinking boys, eventually she either kills them or I find them...and well eventually kill them." Your eyes widen. Your life is doomed. Soon this woman would have her way and you would be dead at the hands of a giantess. "So lets set some rules." She then takes out a bottle of glue. She places you on her table and starts to poor glue all over your feet and legs. You try to struggle but the glue is too strong. Soon you are completely stuck to the table. She laughs as you try to break free. "The first rule is that you will always refer to me as Goddess. Because that is what I am to you. I decide whether you live or die, I decide what you do and how you do it. You are small and insignificant compared to me. Second, everyday you will worship me. Now this could mean anything from massaging my feet to being shoved up my butt all day long. It really just depends on what mood I am in. The third and final rule is simple, if you try to escape I will kill you. I will kill you slowly and painfully." She then putts her hand up near you and flicks your tiny body with her finger. You fall back but your feet are still glued to the table. Your entire body aches as you try to stand back up, it felt like you were just hit by an eighteen wheeler. "Remember that pain, insect." She then rips you off of the desk and tosses you into her sock drawer. "You better sleep, you will have a lot of work to do soon."
The smell is horrible, but there is nothing you can do about that. You are too scared to even think about escaping. This woman had complete control over you. You lay down on her socks and started to fall asleep. As you slept you dreamt about being normal sized again. In this dream you were dating Shyanne and you were over at her house. Everything seemed normal but as the dream went on you were getting smaller and smaller. Soon, you were microscopic and Skyanne picked you up "I'm sorry" She spoke softly. "It's over" She then placed you inside her mothers shoe. Soon her mother came and slipped her foot inside of the shoe you were in. You tried to run but since this was a dream you weren't moving, you just ran in place. Then, her giant foot descended onto you. There you shrank more and more. Her foot had become your entire world. Then as your shrank away into nothing you woke up in a cold sweat. You lay there, thinking about your dream.
"What if that is my life?" You asked yourself. "What if this is it?" Your thoughts were interrupted as your new Goddess opened the drawer and lifted you out.
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