For the better part of her day, Angie sat in class wondering if she had made the right choice. She couldn't really say she was paying attention to the lesson, since she was thinking how she had obtained to have Francesca for two full days, but it had cost her almost her whole collection. She hoped it would be worth it. She had proposed to her mom that she would lend her her former babysitter in exchange for two already broken in insole girls, but apparently Rose wasn't easy to convince when it came to separating her from her most prized pet. After ten minutes of strenuous bargain, she had managed to convince the woman to let her borrow Francesca for two days, but it meant that Rose would get all her yoga girls, minus of course for Lily, which Rose herself refused in the first place "You can keep the little redhead" she had said, wrinkling her nose implying she knew very well how she used her "And please wash her from time to time" she added, embarassing her daughter.

As the professor talked about the evolution of pictorial art after the industrial revolution, she mindlessly played with her insoles. She could feel very well that Rebecca wasn't used to that kind of confined space, while Stephanie had stopped panicking weeks earlier, and now just laid still, waiting for her school day to end. Angie gripped her toes a couple times around Becky's head, just because she wanted her to suffer for the way she had talked to her earlier - she just couldn't let that one slide - and wondered how Francesca could help her train her newest - oldest slaves. She remembered years prior, how powerful she had felt while easily bending the older girls to her will, and the frustration she had felt when Rose had taken each and every one of them away from her. She had compensated for their loss over the course of the past few months, but now she had them all to herself again.

When she came back home later that day, Rose was at her computer, while Francesca sat close to her keyboard. She looked like she was waiting for her, since as soon as she entered, she said "Good evening, princess!" even before her mom could sai hi to her. "Princess, eh?" Angie barely contained a smile. "I kinda like it" she said, as she lent a hand to the tiny, who jumped forward in order to kiss it. "You really did a number on her, mom" Angie complimented the woman. "I'll go get the girls for you" she said as she impatiently walked to her room.

When she opened the drawer, the yoga crowd was in the usual position; they had made peace with the fact that there was no escape from the situation, and just sat there among pens and pencils, passing the time trying not to think of what would happen next. The newer girls, on the other hand, were positioned differently. Christine was curled up in a ball, crying, while Alex was next to the drawer guide, apparently trying to figure a way to unscrew it with the paperclip she held in her hands so she would flee somehow. Of course there was just nothing she could do, but it was too soon for her to accept her fate. Angie emptied a pencil box that was on her table, and one by one put the girls on it. Leaving only her two new ones in the open drawer, wondering what she was up to. None of the shrunken girls had any idea of what was happening, and when the yoga girls were brought in front of a smiling Rose, they knew nothing good would come out of it. Before she left, Angie suddently remembered the content of her Converse shoes, and after emptying both of them on the table, she turned to her mom and said "i'd let these two rest for a bit". Stephanie was glad she was breathing again, while Rebecca looked like she had gone through the worst experience of her life. And in a way, it was true.

"Later, girls" Angie waved as she greedily snatched Francesca and went back to her room.

She was surprised to see Alex on the desk, and when she realized that she'd climbed out of the open drawer, she laughed her heart out. "And now what?" she teased her. "You think you solved your problems?". Alex was flustered, but the insufferable brat had a point. Even now that she was outside of the darkness of the desk, she had nowhere to go. She was completely vulnerable to the outsided world. Angie took Christine out of the drawer, and deposited both her and Francesca on the desk top close to Alex. The two girls didn't know her, and vice versa, but it wasn't exactly easy to introduce one another given the situation. Angela was kind enough to say a few words on her behalf. "So, this little beauty here is Francesca. I shrunk her after my mom had freed the both of you, but for some reason she didn't let her go. I guess she was too pretty" she scruffed her hair with her index finger as the tiny squealed in delight. Alex and Christina watched in horror how the girl seemed to be completely subjugated to the giantess. "Anyway she was super feisty! I remember how she threatened me as i held her under my foot. Isnt' that right, little mousie?" Angie squeezed her face between her fingers. Francesca gulped at the memories of a life that sounded like somebody else's. She wasn't that person anymore. She was just the perfect slave. And as if Angie had read her mind, she said "But look at her now. Look how obedient she is." Angie put her bare feet on the desk, not far from the trio. "Show our friends how you tiny ones are supposed to take care of your betters" Angie snapped her fingers, and Francesca immediately ran to the closest foot, smothering its exposed sole with a shower of small kisses.

Alex looked at the scene, speechless, while Christina simply kept sobbing. "Come on girls, don't make me wait" Angie said, implying that the two were to imitate the girl that was debasing herself. Christina briefly resisted, but at the end of the day, it was nothing she hadn't done no more than the day before. The only, slight difference was the scale. The foot she went to lick out of fear was now much bigger than her whole body. She soon found out that the intensity of the taste of sweat strongly correlated with its size. But it was too late to retreat her tongue from the wall of flesh she was worshipping. Alex, instead, simply stood still. There was no way she was letting that deranged girl submit her like that, so she planted her feet on the ground, arms crossed in the face of danger. Angie laughed at her pathetic attempt at asserting her authority, and after grabbing her by her waist, she simply crossed one of her legs over the opposite knee and pressed her body under the sole of her foot, compressing every inch of her diminutive frame on the sweaty surface. "Stick your tongue out" she said, very calmly. When the tiny refused, she simply squeezed her head between her thumb and index finger, actually making her scream in agony. "I'll say it just one more time. Stick your tongue out" There was no trace of emotions in her words, she sounded like she knew she was going to get what she wanted. And it was true. She smiled when she felt a tiny tickling sensation right where Alex's mouth was. She was already hers, just like the others.

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"What to do with you..." Rose rhytmically tapped her manicured fingers on the wooden table. She had stopped caring about her job when she had been presented with the collection of naked girls, all there to make her every wish come true. When she had agreed to give up Francesca for two days, she hadn't thought about what she would do with all those slaves. There were just too many. Although tempting, using them as sex toys was out of the question since she would have to give them back in 48 hours. As she was still fantasizing with what to do with the girls, one of them stood up and talked to her.

"Madam, please" the curly brunette said, much to everyone's surprise. "It's queen to you" the giantess interrupted her. Her tone didn't promise anything good. "Q-queen" the tiny stuttered. "Please. There has to be a way that we can go back to our lives. We can't be living like this. We're not a toy. We're people!". The girls had already met Rose, and it hadn't gone well. There had been a brief time when they had actually believed that she would rescue them, but the woman had already showed her ugly side. She was just as cruel as her daughter. That's why her compassionate tone left everyone speechless. "Oh darling" the giantess said, placing her index finger on the underside of her chin, forcing to raise her head so she was now facing her oversized face. "I know you're not toys. You are objects. Insoles, if i understood correctly, right? My daughter was way too excited when she explained it to me. Can you believe she handed all of you to me just to have a single specific girl all to herself?" she got lost in her monologue. "Anyway" she said, looking back at Paula. "Thanks for having the audacity of letting me know. At least i already know one of the two that will come with me to the office tomorrow" she said, and the poor girl hung her head in defeat, knowing she had sealed her own fate.

"So" Rose added "Who wants to be in the other heel? Don't be shy, girls, i don't feel like playing enie meenie miney mo" Obviously none of them stood forward, until Rose's gaze fell on Cynthia. "Wow, look at you" she said as she picked her up "What size are you?" she asked as she pinched her left breast. "They must feel amazing" and since she wanted to try her, she put her on the ground beneath her feet, and as she slipped off one flipflop, she rested her bare foot on top of the girl. "Oh my gosh" she exclaimed in surprise, feeling the relatively large breasts under the skin of her bare feet "Yes, you'll definitely come with me too". She loved feeling every inch of the toned young body underneath her, and played with the girl for a few minutes, exploring every nook and cranny of her exposed skin, spending a lot of time toying with her toes on her chest, squeezing it and trampling it gently. Cynthia didn't protest not because she was enjoying the treatment in any way, but just because she had learnt that no matter how much they cried, got angry or yelled at Angie, she wouldn't stop manhandling them, and the older woman seemed no different in any way. "Yes, you're going to do just fine" Rose said, picking her up from the ground. And added "I bet you've always wanted to slip into a pair of Christian Loboutins" then winked at the girl, and put her back on the table among the others. "Now" Rose said, snapping her fingers. "Who's better at giving massages?".

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