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A few years after Sasha discovered her abilities, condemning her best friend Trish to a life of misery and sorrow, the young woman started searching for people like her. Doubts and confusion overwhelmed her. Her mind was unable to accept the idea that she was indeed the only person in the world with this kind of power. Unfortunately for her, her research would not yield the results she so desperately desired - as far as she could tell, she was alone.

However, as Sasha desperately searched for answers, she made a discovery that would help her understand and accept her unique abilities. There, within the depth of the Internet, the pink-haired brat stumbled upon a group of people who desired nothing more than to share the fate of her unfortunate victims. They wanted to be small.

"Weirdos..." Sasha scoffed under her breath. She was scrolling down a forum page, reading messages from size fetishists desperately wishing they could one day find themselves minuscule at the feet of a giant woman. It had been a few years since she had her first encounter with the kind and she quickly got used to reading through their favorite twisted fantasies, often testing the most sadistic ones on her own victims. 

Sasha loved reading what these people believed being tiny would be like. She particularly enjoyed their naïve romantic versions of what life below an inch would truly be like. From believing they'd be strong enough to survive being stepped on, to thinking they could be fine slaving away in the most degrading ways at the whims of another human being, Sasha had read all their delusional fantasies. She knew better, of course, as she had put her victims through all the torments they imagined for themselves.

The size fetish community helped Sasha come to term with who she was and what she was able to do. In a world where she felt desperately alone, these men and women somehow desired more than anything something only she could offer - and so she did. After spending months lurking on every site where her favorite little creeps would gather and share their ideas, she finally decided she wanted to meet one. Of course, her intentions were never charitable. Sasha had grown irritated that these people could somehow think their fantasies would ever bring them happiness.

The first macrophile she had met was barely over 18, just like her at the time. The young man had always felt excitement from the idea of shrinking and finding himself at the mercy of a superior being. So, when she sent him a private message asking him if he'd be interested to "bring his fetish closer to reality", he never thought about declining the offer. They had met in a back alley, late on a Summer evening. Before the poor boy could even introduce himself, he was already down by the dirty Converse of the now colossal pink-haired girl he was meeting. However, as Sasha was about to bark the first order that crossed her mind to the confused and trembling insignificant worm down at her feet, he did something she hadn't anticipated. The tiny idiot bowed down in front of her.

Taken by surprise, Sasha stayed silent for a few seconds, reveling in this new feeling. While she had seen countless men and women in this exact position, this one was different - he was doing it willingly. It didn't stop her from crushing the poor boy a few minutes later after kicking him around with the blackened tip of her shoe, but the experience surely didn't left her unchanged. Pleased with this new take on her own power, the pink-haired woman started hunting for more willing participants...

"See you down there, dumb fucker!"

Sasha was suddenly brought back to reality, hearing the slightly pitched voice coming from her right. The light touch of the lips kissing her toes were welcomed as she left the reverie of her long-passed memories.

"You shouldn't throw these kind of insults around before I finish shrinking him, Layla. You've spent a few months here, you should know how easily I could decide to keep him big enough to break you in half like the dumb twig you are... Do I need to remind you of the Kyle incident?" Sasha said calmly, her eyes firmly locked on her next victim.

"No Mistress. Please forgive me, I forgot my place..." replied the small Layla, sitting on the seat's armrest. The tiny woman's excitement came to a brutal stop. She brought her middle fingers down and lowered her head apologetically. Her position as one of Sasha's biggest tinies would sometimes give her the impression she was above her fellow slaves, though the reminder of traumatic past experiences was quick to bring her back to reality.

Jon, the man facing Sasha, had been trying to catch his breath for the past 30 seconds, slowly panicking at the thought that he would die choking on this stranger's bedroom floor, naked, his cock locked in a cage. He was even more concerned by how little the woman he had met online seemed to care about his apparent distress. So many thoughts ran through his head as his fingers grasped his throat in a vain attempt to fix his sudden lack of oxygen - predominantly regret, as he now realized how dumb it was from him to believe someone could actually fulfill his size fantasy.

Sasha wasn't worried. She had seen it a thousand times. The shrinking process was excruciating and any resistance would only make her victims suffer needlessly. Even willing participants would sometimes resist the process, suddenly fearing for their insignificant lives as the pain would suddenly spike throughout their bodies. Jon here was the perfect example. Sasha loved size weirdos who believed they wanted to be shrunk for the rest of their lives. She found it both cute and pathetic that these people would be delusional enough to believe they could survive for more than a week at an inch tall without having their minds collapse from frustration and regret.

Even after Sasha warned him that his excitement and horniness would not help him if he were to be shrunk down forever, nothing could change Jon's mind once the proposal to "test" shrinking was made. And though he found it weird when she insisted he should wear a chastity cage for this "first session", the young man never had the clarity to turn back and run away from the trap the sadistic pink-haired brat was setting for him.

As he started to dwindle down in size, the thought of running away exploded in his head, but the pain didn't let him move a muscle. He was actually shrinking. The cage tightly secured around his cock too. The small key held by Sasha, however, wasn't.

A smirk appeared on Sasha's lips as she knew her victim was now realizing the precarity of his situation. She loved to imagine the exact thoughts running through their heads when they finally realized they're shrinking and that they'll never get to experience any pleasure from their wildest fantasies.

"Well Layla, now you can probably celebrate. I expect him trained, of course. Show him around, give him some tasks. Oh, and make sure this stays in his jar..." Sasha said, giggling as she handed the small key to her shrunken servant on her left.

A loud thump resonated in the bedroom. Jon had passed out from the excruciating pain. When he'd wake up, his normal life would forever be gone. He would finally live out the fantasy he begged Sasha to offer him and find out the romantic version of a tinies' life was nothing but tales for naïve macrophiles online...

Well this took a long time to write! I hope you enjoy this scene. It's a bit different but it focuses on themes I've been thinking of recently. Let me know if you enjoy it :)