Starvation (Patreon)

Everything around Juliet was pitch black. Except for the occasional faded ray of sunlight that would enter her prison as it bent from the incredible force above her, there was nothing allowing the shrunken woman to see of her surroundings. Juliet didn’t know how long she had spent in there, as the notion of hours, days and weeks all blended to form her current reality – the dark and humiliating void of Sasha’s right sneaker.

Juliet could tell it had been a while since her captor had removed the sock trapping her in the immense shoe overnight and slid her freshly cleaned barefoot inside. The strawberry-scented aroma of Sasha’s soap had long been replaced by the rancid but now familiar smell of sweat. The humidity within Juliet’s prison was unbearable, stinging the shrunken woman’s eyes as she fought to avoid slipping to her death under her tormentor’s foot. Even more terrible than the horrid physical pain, was the psychological trauma of being put in such a humiliating predicament by Sasha, of all people. It was the final nail in the coffin for Juliet. She was in Hell. She had to be.

It seemed the giant had finally come to a halt after walking around all day, completely ignoring the little lump of a woman under her right foot. Juliet hadn’t seen, heard or smelt anything from the outside world ever since she found herself trapped in this shoe. However, for the first time in what felt like weeks, something reached the shrunken woman’s nose that wasn’t strawberry-scented soap or foot sweat. Something strong, that she knew so well – coffee.

“C’mon Sasha, get me outta here! Please, I beg you! I just need to eat or drink something, anything!” screamed Juliet, knowing very well it was impossible for Sasha to hear her from within the tight confines of the sneaker she was in. The smell of coffee had woken up Juliet’s hunger and thirst. Since her captor had carelessly thrown her into her prison, she hadn’t received any food or water, making her predicament increasingly more unbearable as time went on. It’s only after what felt like a week that Juliet had finally resorted to trying to find anything she could put in her mouth within Sasha’s shoe. The experience had been so gross, she hadn’t tried it again since. Even now, she could still feel the taste of whatever she found at the tip of her captor’s sneaker.

The smell of coffee was growing more perceptible as the weight of Sasha’s sweaty skin lifted off the tiny woman. Juliet tried to imagine what Sasha was doing above – seeing her sip a cappuccino, her right leg crossed over her left, casually swaying her foot from side to side. It would explain the sudden respite she felt, as well as the nauseating movements making her seasick.

“Sasha! Goddamn it! Get me the fuck out of here please!” Juliet screamed again, hoping her puny voice could escape by the slight gap between the side of Sasha’s shoe and her towering arch. Tears rolled down Juliet’s cheeks as she once again broke at the thought of the situation she was in. She knew she had been rough with her former classmate, but she hadn’t imagined it would go this far. During her time trapped under Sasha’s foot, Juliet had time to think about the things that brought her there – the nagging, the sabotaging… Even now she didn’t know what exactly triggered Sasha to take such drastic actions against her, but she knew deep down that she brought this upon herself.

“I’m sorry, alright! I’m sorry! Is that what you wanna hear up there? How many times will I have to say it? Sasha! You hear me, dammit?” Juliet continued screaming as best she could. The shrunken woman could barely recognize her voice anymore. Thirst had damaged her vocal cords and speaking was hurting her.

As Juliet prepared to be ignored once again, everything suddenly shook around her dirty prison. Sasha’s foot lifted even further up, and Juliet was sent rolling against the sweaty insole till she violently hit the other side of the sneaker. The suction noise was deafening as Sasha’s heel left the shoe, letting blinding sunlight in. Juliet couldn’t see a thing as the shoe was lifted into the heavens, allowing her to breathe what felt like clean air for the first time in days. The shrunken woman blinked, trying to get used to a level of brightness she almost forgot was possible. Of the fingers wrapping themselves around her puny body, she only saw a flash of pink.

Juliet shivered. The surface she was laid on was cold – too cold after she had spent so long trapped in a worn-out shoe. Her eyes slowly getting used to the light, she could distinguish was seemed to be a towering coffee cup in the distance. The smell was now intoxicating – she needed to eat and drink. Something else quickly caught the shrunken woman’s attention as, right in front of her, stood the biggest strawberry shortcake she had ever seen. The red fruits disposed all around it called to her as she imagined biting deep in them and finally feeling something nice in her dry mouth. With newly found energy, Juliet got up and started leaping towards the plate, her survival instincts kicking in. She was so close! However, as she lifted her left foot to climb up the white and cold recipient, she suddenly lost control of her entire leg, drawn backward by an unstoppable force.

“No! No! No! Please! Just a bite, a single bite! Please, I’m almost there!” screamed Juliet at the top of her lungs, more to herself than anybody else. She felt her body lift into the air as she desperately held onto the side of the plate – her fingers trying to dig into the ceramic. Despite her best efforts, there was nothing she could do to reach the food in front of her. The force around her ankle was keeping her there, just far enough from what she so desperately wanted.

“Please, let me go Sasha! I just need to eat something, it’s been weeks, I’ll die!” Juliet begged, still trying to reach for anything the plate held like a desperate little animal. The puny woman could see her tormentor’s reflection in the coffee cup. Sasha’s face was impassive, her eyes locked on her with the slightest hint of amusement drawn on her eyebrows.

“It’s been four days, you whiny little bitch.” Sasha replied matter-of-factly, sending shivers across Juliet’s body. She had a hard time believing it. To her, it felt far longer. The hunger and thirst she felt proved it! “If it had been weeks, you’d be a dry grape at the bottom of my foot by now, dummy. Look at you, poor starving creature, still rocking a plump ass and everything.” Sasha continued, mocking her shrunken victim. But Juliet didn’t care anymore, she just needed to eat and drink something.

“How much do you want it?” Sasha asked Juliet, still kicking her right foot on the titaness’ fingernail hoping to escape her grip. The shrunken woman didn’t even think twice about the question. There were no hidden games anymore. She didn’t care about what Sasha was trying to achieve – she was starving, and she needed to ingest something.

“I want it! Please Sasha, just let go and let me eat something. One strawberry, that’s all I ask, please! Half a strawberry! Please, I beg you, I’ll do anything!” Juliet cried desperately, watching Sasha’s face in the coffee cup hoping to see a hint of compassion on her face as she bargained for the smallest bit of food.

“A strawberry’s too much for you, you’ll never finish it…” Sasha replied, subtly trying to get her victim in the right headspace.

“Half of one then, a quarter even! Please, I’m so hungry and thirsty Sasha!” Juliet continued to bargain. Suddenly, the force holding her in the air disappeared, and Juliet’s shrunken body slammed on the hard and cold surface of the kitchen counter. The puny woman’s face hit the side of the plate, sending a painful shockwave of pain through her head. Her ears were buzzing from the shock as she slowly got back on her hands and knees in an effort to stand up.

“Stop. Turn around.” Sasha said sternly from above. Juliet complied without a second thought, clearly understanding this was not a matter of discussion. Slowly and painfully, the tiny woman turned around, still on her hands and knees, to face Sasha’s crotch.

“Good girl. Looks like your tummy is stronger than your will, isn’t it? Who would have thought you’d be so obedient just four days ago? What was it you told me then?” Sasha said, a slight grin forming on her plump lips. Juliet’s heart started racing, remembering the way she last spoke to Sasha as she’d been freshly reduced in size. Now on her hands and knees in front of her former classmate, she felt ashamed. She knew what Sasha was doing and it was working – so easily. The smell of coffee and strawberries clouded the young woman’s judgement as her stomach gurgled.

“That I’d never obey you.” Juliet said, under her breath hoping that would be enough.

“No, that’s not what you said.” Sasha immediately replied, coldly. Juliet knew she wouldn’t have a third chance.

“That’d I never do what you want. That you were a giant fucking bitch who deserved everything I did to you…” Juliet finally replied, turning redder with every word.

“And?” Sasha continued, showing Juliet she would not let her off the hook.

“That you could go fuck yourself and that my family would make you pay for what you had done to me.” Juliet said, finally releasing the full statement she had made a few days prior. Her heart stung as she mentioned her family, wondering if they could ever do anything about her predicament.

“Good girl. See, you can be obedient. You shouldn’t have sold yourself so short earlier. Tell me, do you still stand by all this, little one?” Sasha said, her tone becoming gentler. Juliet knew exactly what was happening. She wanted to say yes, continue to resist, but her body and mind were too weak. Her head lowered as shame got a hold of her.

“No.” Juliet replied, meekly.

“No, what?” Sasha continued, this time more sternly.

“No, I don’t stand by what I said anymore Sasha.” Juliet quickly replied, hoping to satisfy her captor as fast as possible.

“We’ve had this talk before. You know what I expect, it hasn’t changed. You wanna show me you did though, don’t you?” Sasha said, keeping Juliet on her toes. She knew the shrunken woman was already eating in the palm of her hand, but she wanted to hear her say it out loud. For Juliet, this was the moment she feared. This was the reason she had spent the last few days trapped in darkness and foot sweat. However, fighting seemed pointless now. The more she thought about it, the more she realized resisting like she did a few days prior was wrong. A little voice in her head tried to push her to resist again, but the strength to do so was no longer there.

“No, I don’t stand by what I said anymore, Mistress Sasha.” Juliet finally let out, a tear rolling down her left cheek.

“Was it this hard, little thing?” Sasha said, this time with warmth in her voice. Juliet’s heart slowed down as she felt relief. The kindness in Sasha’s voice the first sign of comfort she felt in days.

“No, it wasn’t, Mistress Sasha.” Juliet replied, her stomach once again gurgling loudly.

“Do you want some strawberry?” Sasha asked, picking one of the red fruits from the plate between her slender fingers and rolling it softly above the shrunken woman.

“Yes! Plea-“ Juliet began, before Sasha interrupting her with a raised eyebrow.

“Ask properly then.” Sasha finally said, bringing the fruit closer, letting its sweet smell fill the air around Juliet. It didn’t take long for the shrunken woman to properly address Sasha this time.

“May I have a bit of strawberry, Mistress? I’m starving.” Juliet asked, her head bowed down.

“Good girl. Here, you deserve it. I’ll get you some water too. After that, I’ll let you know more about how things are going to go from now on, alright?” Sasha said, on a kind yet stern tone filling the shrunken Juliet with gratitude, as she was handed the juicy strawberry. For a moment, Juliet forgot the horror she lived for the past four days and was happy again. Little by little, she would learn to hold onto this feeling and make it her new normal – she had no choice but to.

Perhaps bullying Sasha wasn't the brightest idea... Except if you're planning to trade a successful career in big pharma for a life of slavery, then it would actually be a great move. Unfortunately for Juliet, permanent shrunken servitude wasn't on her bucket list ;)

I hesitated a very long time before choosing this version of the render. I couldn't decide where to focus the camera but in the end decided it made more sense to have Sasha being sharper considering the scene's composition. I might release the alt version focusing on the tiny here exclusively :)

As always, I'd love to hear from you on this new piece! Share your thoughts in the comments :D