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Rita was in hell. She’d recently fully succumbed to the  shrinking virus in her home, only to be discovered by her best friend  and crush, Kathleen. Well, former best friend. She had no idea what they  were now.

Kathleen  had taken her back to her home, giving the shrunken woman to her shut-in  daughter, Audrey. As far as they were concerned, Rita was now their  pet. Something to toy around with, to boss around.

All of last night, the mant was worn in Audrey’s sock, pressed right  up against her foot. It was hell. The smell got progressively worse  throughout, and only let up slightly when she was finally freed.

“If I could just speak to Kathleen…” Rita thought, “Maybe I could convince her it’s still me… That I’m still me…”

And she was going to get her chance.

Kathleen had just come home from work, and in a rare occurrence,  Audrey had stepped out of her room and into the living room. Rita held  tightly in the giant’s hand.

“Good evening, honey,” Kathleen sighed, setting down her purse.

“...Hey,” she said.

“What’ve you got there?” She asked. “Oh, is that the mant?”

“I named her Runty,” she said with a chuckle.

“I HAVE A NAME!” Rita shouted, but nobody replied.

“Is she obeying?”

“I mostly keep her in my sock,” Audrey said. “Wanna see her?”

Kathleen thought for a moment. It’d been a long day, for sure, maybe she could get a little service from her daughter’s pet?

“Sure, honey,” She said.

The giant took the tiny from her daughter and walked over to a recliner near the unlit fireplace.

“Kathleen!” Rita wiggled, attempting to loosen the giant’s grip on her. “Kathy! Please, let’s talk!”

“Talk?” She slumped into the recliner, getting comfy. “What’s there to talk about?”

“Why are you treating me this way?!”

Rita  very much so wanted to really let loose all of the curses and insults  as she could, but something was holding her back. The woman she was  being held by was Kathleen, her friend… Someone she’d grown to truly  care about.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Kathleen sighed. “Listen, I don’t wanna talk much right now, honey, I need some foot treatment.”

“F-Foot treatment?...” Rita whimpered as she was placed on a firm ottoman.

The giant leaned back, placing both feet inches away from the tiny  woman. The odor wafting from her feet was strong, leathery from the  heels she surely wore to work. Subtle little spots of dirt covering  parts of her soles from walking barefoot around the house.

Kathleen, her best friend and crush, was expecting her to submit  herself to her in worship. It wasn’t fair… Why was she doing this? Rita  was the same woman Kathleen spoke to nearly everyday at work… What did  her height have to do with it? The sudden dehumanization was something  she’d heard those who shrunk had to deal with. Something even she took  part in.

She recalls a  time when she was younger, she and her friends had caught a group of  unregistered mants trying to sneak into a McDonalds kitchen for food.

“Ho, my god!” One of her friends said. “Look at how they squirm!”

Rita was holding a young mant by his ankles as he cried and flung around wildly trying to get free.

“Go on,” they told her. “Eat him!”

Rita and the mant had locked eyes with one another for a short  moment. She adopted a sympathetic expression before quickly gobbling him  up. He was gone in a second. Rita knew she had a chance of shrinking  one day, and here she was eating mants? The power of peer pressure…

“Runty?” Kathleen broke Rita away from her memory. “Are you going to  lick, or am I going to have to send you with my husband in his work  boots? He works long hours…”

Rita shook her head. She had to do anything she could to avoid becoming an insole again…

She stepped up and began lapping Kathleen’s foot. The strong, skin  taste stuck to her tongue like glue. It was awful. But, at the same  time, this was the most intimate she’d ever been with the woman she  thought she could love.

As she made out with her foot, she peeked up at the toes wiggling  overhead. She couldn’t believe just how small she was… Those were toes, and any one of them could easily crush her.

“How it feel, mom?” Audrey asked, crouching down next to the ottoman.

“Pretty nice,” she sighed. “I can see why you kept her in your sock.”

“Here,” Audrey yoinked Rita up, “Try this.”

Rita screamed as Audrey licked and spat on her before rubbing her hard into her mom’s foot.

“Ooh,” Kathleen smiled with glee. “Not bad at all!”

“Right?” Audrey said, still rubbing her pet. “By the way, if they  disobey, you’re supposed to put them in your mouth. Something about it  activates something in their brain to see you as a predator, or  something.”

“Hm,” Kathleen said. “Let me try it.”

Audrey pulled Rita away from the sole only to bring her to Kathleen’s  mouth. She opened wide, saliva dripping from every corner.

“NO, DON’T, PLEASE!”

Audrey pushed her in as Kathleen closed her lips. Rita watched  Audrey’s fingers slide backwards and out, leaving her alone with the  giant’s tongue.

“Mmm,” Kathleen moaned, placing a finger on her chin. “I may just swallow!”

Rita managed to shove an arm out from her lips, only to be quickly slurped back in. She was at Kathleen’s mercy.

After getting sucked on, Kathleen finished by spitting her back onto  the ottoman, between her soles. The soles closed themself around her,  just as her daughter did the night before.

“Good Runty,” Kathleen said. “Oh, by the way, I explained to my boss  about your… situation. And, well, word got around so everybody in the  office wants me to bring you in. I’ll probably do that tomorrow. If  that’s alright with you, Audrey?”

“Sure, just make sure you bring her back when you get home, I like wearing her while I sleep.”

“Of course, honey!”

Rita sobbed with what little air she had between Kathleen’s soles. Was this really it? How she’d live the rest of her life?

The sooner Audrey could end her, the better. Anything’s better than this existence.