Shrunken Custody (Part 11) - Epilogue (Patreon)

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You got into a shrinking room for the second time in your life, the process went smoothly and you shrunk back to 4 inch tall, it felt good, maybe Jess is right, you actually felt in your natural size again, the volunteer placed a plate in front of you and you climbed on it, then she walked back to Jess office and knocked on the door, Jess was just talking with another client, a shrunken man that was on her desk.

“It’s ok, put him there”, she pointed at the corner of the room, “thanks Michelle”, she told the volunteer who placed you where she pointed and left the room, Jess continued talking to her client.

“As I said, I fear we can’t grow you back, being a slave in a fashion house for 10 years? Give me a break”, she talked in disrespect, like she speaks to trash, you saw that the man is trying to protest her decision but she just laughed in his face, it felt so wrong.

“Listen, thank me for not sending you to euthanasia, anyway, humanitarian slavery, a volunteer will pick you up, bye bye lost cause”, she pushed him inside of a cage and called Michelle again who took him away.

“Ok so where were we, remind me your name again?”, she got up and walked in your direction.

“It’s Mathieu”, you told her, looking up at her, you couldn’t help yourself but smile, being so small next to a beautiful woman thrilled you.

“Feels much better being shrunken, right?” She asked, smiling a beautiful reassuring smile.

“Yes miss”, you nodded in approval, she started giggling, then picked you up and placed you on her desk, then she removed her heels and placed both her feet in front of you, you hesitated for a moment.

“What are you waiting for? Start licking before all the precious foot sweat will vaporise”, she said and laughed, teasing you, you quickly approached her sole and gave it a lick.

It felt good, it felt like you belong again, from this far you could actually imagine she is Clementine, she had the same glasses, relatively similar hair, but once you swallowed her foot sweat you realized how different they really are, Jess foot sweat tastes more bitter, it was more gravy and it had strong leather aroma probably from the heels, you continued licking but you realized this is not what you want.

Perhaps you have no choice but to let Clementine give you to her sister, perhaps it’s the best option you have for a life you could endure.

“I see you have quite the appetite, go between my toes, There is some grime that has been bugging me since morning”, she flattened her foot in front of you and you shoved your face between her toes and licked, biting off toe jam and grime, swallowing everything.

“Great, I think you will be just perfect for humanitarian slavery”

You raised your head, “wait a second, I didn’t give my approval, I actually prefe-“

“That’s my diagnosis, you are to be a foot slave, it’s for your own good, get your head back between my toes”

You stood up, opened your eyes in surprise, “miss, you said I’ll be able to choose”

She made a thinking face, “really though? Did I say it?” She asked in a high pitched tone and  started laughing.

“Hold on, I don’t want to be your foot slave, you can’t do this”, you started getting really scared.

“Who said you’ll be mine?”, she pressed the intercom button, “Michelle, please call Caitlyn to my office”

“That’s.. this is outrageous, I demand that you release me”, you said in a shaky voice, trying to sound assertive.

She laughed and shoved her foot in your face, “oh you are lucky I’m in good mood today, just shut up and lick until she gets here will you”

You squirmed and pushed her foot, you never expected something like that to happen in “Shrunken Lives Matters” Headquarters, it’s all a lie…

This, the legal system, everyone is lying, you punched her soles in frustration, but she probably just thought it’s a massage, she smeared you over her desk with her foot playfully, waiting.

Then a woman with formal attire walked in, “ok Jess, what did you prepare for me this time?”

She released the pressure and raised her foot up, “an ex prisoner, spent almost 5 years in shrunken custody, pathetic and helpless, I know you like those the most, when I read his file it was screaming Caitlyn”, she said and laughed, gave you a small push with the ball of her foot, making you fall on your knees in front of Caitlyn.

She gasped in joy, “an ex prisoner? Oh my, just thinking about crushing him makes me horny”

You jumped when you heard it, “wait! I’m innocent! I’ve done nothing wrong!” They both looked at each other and laughed.

“Sure you are”, Caitlyn said with a big smile, grabbing you and shoving you to a tiny metal cage she had in her purse, “thanks Jess, just in time for the weekend”, she said and walked out of the office, then went down to the parking center and drove home.

You banged the metal bars, crying, you were so mad at yourself for not listening to Clementine, you could be her sister’s slave, perhaps seeing her on holidays or something, instead you are being taken by a stranger who announced how she enjoys crushing ex criminals.

As she got home she threw you over her salon’s table, still inside the cage, and without saying anything went to shower, you tried to escape, to somehow flip the cage over and run for your life but it was simply impossible.

Caitlyn went out of the shower, she wore casual clothes now, she looked so different than she looked with the formal attire, you looked closely and realized she was holding more shrunken men, she placed them all on the table next to you, then examined you all with a smile.

“Hello, my teeny tiny humanitarian slaves”, she said and giggled, smiling in satisfaction, you all looked at each other, terrified.

“Today is finally the day you die, but don’t feel bad, you die for a higher purpose - my pleasure”, she purred, enjoying every word slipping out of her mouth, she loved hearing herself, and she loved seeing how terrified you all are, then she stood up, everyone started to panic, you felt a little safe inside of your cage.

“Hmm.. eeny… meeny.. miny… moe..” she pointed at them one by one, “I’m.. going.. to crush….. YOU”

She raised her foot up high and everyone started to run.

*CRACK* She stomped the table and blood splattered all around, he didn’t have any chance, she crushed him completely with the ball of her foot like he was nothing, then she started twisting her foot slowly while looking at how you all quiver and tremble in fear.

“Oops, he popped so quickly, I must take my time with the next one”, she started laughing, then got closer with her big toe to another tiny, he embraced himself in fear, “oh come on, don’t you want to beg?” She mocked him, then started pressing his legs with her toe, pinning him down to the table, he mumbled and stuttered nonsense, you didn’t even know if he tried to beg.

*CRACK*, his legs broke completely, he screamed in pain, then she slowly reached her big toe towards his head, she pressed gently and added pressure until *CRACK* it burst and pulverised, she released a satisfied moan, “ahhh… yes.. die by my perfect feet”, she reached her hand to her crotch and started rubbing it, slowly shoving her hand inside her panties all while her big toe is twisting on whatever left of the poor guy.

There was only one left, he looked up in terror as she pleasures herself, you grabbed the bars so hard you stopped feeling your hands, it was a nightmare, less than a month after being released you find yourself in this horrible situation, under the care of an important figure in SLM who turns out to be a major sadist, she continued moaning in pleasure, producing more and more cracks out of his body, you watched the tiny man and saw that he’s completely pale, he peed his own pants and he couldn’t move.

“Ahhhhh…” she moaned loudly as she was having an orgasm, then without a warning raised her foot up and landed it over the terrified man in force.

*STOMP*

Blood splattered over your cage, you left the bars and started wiping it away from you using your hands, you were mortified.

She sighed in satisfaction and let herself fall over her sofa, “oh god… I’ll never have enough of that…” she purred in pleasure, you slowly turned your head over her feet and saw blood dripping all over it, the poor people's bodies were all over her foot, crushed beyond recognition.

“So now tell me, filthy criminal, what did they accuse you for? I’m dying to know”

You gulped, you tried to speak but no voice came out, your whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

She bent closer to your cage, with a vicious evil smile, “I promise that if you tell me I’ll make it quick”, she said and giggled.

Your eyes were wide open, you were breathing heavily in fear, “I… I.. I didn’t do it.. I’m not a criminal…”

She made an amused face, “just tell me, you will die anyway, why do you care?”

“It’s.. it’s Clementine.. she made me confess, but I didn’t do it”, you stuttered while shaking.

“Didn’t do what, come on”, she pushed you.

“Breaking.. breaking into a home, I didn’t do it”

Her smile disappeared and she made a very disappointed face, “Ah… oh well, that’s lame”, she flicked your cage with her finger and opened it, you hugged the bars as strongly as you could.

“I mean, if it was rape, murder, something more interesting - it would’ve made crushing you so much more satisfying, but I guess that will do”, she started pulling you with her fingers, you hugged the bars both with your hands and legs.

“Please! Please don’t do it! I’ll be your foot slave! I beg you”

“Oh you poor thing, I’m the CEO of Shrunken Lives Matters, you really think I’m in any need of a foot slave? I’m literally swimming in pathetic slaves”, she chuckled amusingly, then finally added some force and plucked you out of your cage, dropping you on the table, “but I’ll let you kiss them, even lick if you want to”.

You miserably stood up, watching her feet, at all the crushed bodies, you found a clean spot on her left foot, you closed your eyes and gave it a kiss, tears started flooding your eyes, you tried your best to imagine it’s Clementine’s sole, then you slowly gave it a lick, you stopped in the middle as you tasted the gravy bitter sweat, a taste that is so different than the perfect heavenly taste of your ex-goddess divine foot sweat.

You just fell on your knees and embraced yourself, “oh, that’s it? How pathetic”, she slowly lowered her foot while sitting, pinning you down to the table, you were shaking and waiting for it, but she just played with you, kept lifting it up and down, every time adding a little more pressure.

She lied, she’s not making it quickly, she is too entertained to end you so fast, she added a little pressure over your legs until *CRACK* they both broke completely, you moaned in pain, she giggled and stood up.

You watched her, having hallucinations from the pain, you were about to pass out, she lifted her foot up, you felt a tear sliding on your cheek.

You saw Clementine, with her beautiful smirk, her mocking perfect smile, you smiled back at her as she slowly lowered her foot on top of you, engulfing you completely, you took a deep breath in, letting the foot stench inside, the ball of her foot pressed harder and harder, smashing you into the table.

*CRACK*

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The end.