Life at Someone's Feet (Patreon)

Giants will never understand what it’s like to exist in their world as someone who has shrunk. It’s a terrifying, overwhelming, and even lethal experience. For most of society, mants are no longer seen as human. Or perhaps, almost human, despite being exactly the same as them, only smaller. A dissonance as severe as this has created a class divide between the giants, and the diminished. People know they’re superior to their little counterparts. And most act like it.

Mants are ignored in the streets. They’re picked up without permission. Many even less fortunate become food for the giants. And many become unwilling slaves within the homes of normal, everyday people. Not that there’s a lot a tiny person can do for a giant, but there’s something about keeping something extremely vulnerable that can make a person feel powerful. And what does every person want to feel at least a little in their lives? Powerful. And mants are a very accessible avenue for just that.

Lainey and Caroline, a former best friend of Lainey’s, have such a dynamic. Lainey is a giant, and Caroline a mant. Originally, she was owned by both her and their other friend, Jamie. But, when tasked with the prospect of making sure she doesn’t die, he declined keeping her with him. Though, that’s not to say he doesn’t ‘visit’ the two from time to time.

For the most part, Caroline is invisible to Lainey. Of course, she knows she’s there, but she feels no need to act like it. Six months into her ownership, the mant knows what her owner wants. At her feet ninety percent of the time. Five percent in her mouth, and the other five closed shut in her cage, not making a peep.

Tonight, was a hot, humid night. Instead of being shut in her room, Lainey opted instead to spend a little time on the balcony. It was this comfy little spot, the kind where if one were not careful enough, one could easily fall asleep.

She sat there and texted with her friends and browsed her phone for hours, enjoying the transition from late day to night. And at the foot of the bed sat Caroline, tiny and helpless, at the girl’s bare feet. In between getting smushed into the blanket, or into the opposing foot, Caroline was doing her best to worship her owner. Kissing, licking, massaging, really doing and giving any kind of pressure against them that the giant may find pleasurable. It was her job. She existed to offer her giant an ounce of relaxation throughout their busy day.

And that is what life is like at someone’s feet. While you’re the tiniest, most minuscule part of their life, they are all you’re allowed to make your life about.