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The shrinking virus started when you were just a kid in elementary school, you avoided it up until you were at the end of your seventh grade year. Your mom pulled you out of school and home schooled you until you graduated. When you just turned 19 and a development had been made in the shrinking virus, a cure was now available and it was about 40% effective. Your mother saved money since you shrank for this very moment. For your birthday she brought you to a hospital that was trialing the cure and you got it. They said it varies how long it takes to regrow someone “ some are back in minutes and the longest was 3 and a half months.” Said the nurse. You and your mom were optimistic it would work and soon. Hours past, then days, then weeks, then months and then a whole year had passed. You gave up hope after two months but your mother hadn’t given up on you. She scheduled a meeting with one of the best doctors for shrinkies in the U.S. When you arrived at his office your mom told them everything they needed and filled out the paperwork. When you finally got to the doctor, he told your mother there wouldn’t be a better cure for at least 5 more years, and it was quite similar to the one your body rejected. He added that if you catch the virus that young your body doesn’t know it’s supposed to be big and that there is almost zero chance you’ll ever be normal sized. Your mother started to breakdown in the office, tears and sobs. The doctor handed her a box of tissues and waited for her to calm down. When she was calm he gave her his opinion on what to do. He said “I’m not going to tell you what to do here but, I think it’d be a waste of time and money to keep trying to regrow him. Some popular choices women in your position make are one, sell the tiny so you can make some money back. Two just use him as a slave, many of my patients say that a foot massage from a shrunken person is amazing and they can make your feet clean and beautiful. Or three, just crush him under foot or eat him, some say it makes them feel better after.” Your mother was in shock, she softly said “ you want me… to sell, enslave or kill my son?” “No, these are just the most popular choices” he said. Your mother grabbed you and left the hospital. You were nervous about what she was gonna do, she looked over to you and said “ I can’t do that to you honey” you were relieved. A couple days later you heard your mom on the phone with one of your aunts. Your mom was telling her what the doctor said and that it’s hard to look at you now, it makes her feel like a failure. Your aunt was trying to convince her to give you to her so your mother could move on. A couple days later your mom picked you and told you about your new situation, you were going to go live with your aunt. You protested and begged her not to do it but, she said she already signed you over to your aunt. It was a quiet drive and you started to think it wouldn’t be that bad you and your aunt used to get along great. When you got there she was nice and it was a good visit until, your mom kissed you said goodbye and left. Your aunt Kyle immediately grabbed you in her fist and said” hey little bug your mom just signed you over to me so that means you’re my property now, you’re my slave. I own you, do you understand that bug?” You were terrified and couldn’t speak. She repeated “ DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. BUG?” You nodded and said “yes Kyle, you… own..me”. “ By the way, it’s goddess now, not Kyle. And you’re a foot slave now so get used to these beauties.” She kicked her size 7.5 feet up on the arm of the couch and wiggled her toes at you and said “ pretty huh? I want you to start with a message.” You were taken back at the situation, how quickly it went wrong. You looked at the bus sized feet in front of you and thought that, her feet would be tiny and non threatening to a normal sized person but to you they were the most imposing thing on the planet. You approached her foot, starting to massage it with your hands. She said “use your elbows now, I need a deep massage.” And scrunched her toes. You obliged her request, not like you had much choice in the matter. It wasn’t all bad though, you always had a small thing for feet and your aunt had some sexy feet besides, you finally had something to do. A couple hours went by and you were exhausted, your aunt picked you up and put you in her running shoes without saying anything and walked away. The smell was far worse than what just her feet smelled like but, you heard her approach. She dropped some bread crust and a small medicine cup of water in the shoe and walked away without saying anything. Then she came back an hour later and took the remaining bread away and gave you and old crusty sock to use as a blanket and said “goodnight slave” with a grin. You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the smell and go to bed.
This is the first of a new series of stories! I made it a bit longer to give some lore on the world. I will also be posting some extra edits on my Patreon, they will be visible to the public
Patreon: www.patreon.com/Brockthebug?ut…

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The shrinking virus started when you were just a kid in elementary school, you avoided it up until you were at the end of your seventh grade year. Your mom pulled you out of school and home schooled you until you graduated. When you just turned 19 and a development had been made in the shrinking virus, a cure was now available and it was about 40% effective. Your mother saved money since you shrank for this very moment. For your birthday she brought you to a hospital that was trialing the cure and you got it. They said it varies how long it takes to regrow someone “ some are back in minutes and the longest was 3 and a half months.” Said the nurse. You and your mom were optimistic it would work and soon. Hours past, then days, then weeks, then months and then a whole year had passed. You gave up hope after two months but your mother hadn’t given up on you. She scheduled a meeting with one of the best doctors for shrinkies in the U.S. When you arrived at his office your mom told them everything they needed and filled out the paperwork. When you finally got to the doctor, he told your mother there wouldn’t be a better cure for at least 5 more years, and it was quite similar to the one your body rejected. He added that if you catch the virus that young your body doesn’t know it’s supposed to be big and that there is almost zero chance you’ll ever be normal sized. Your mother started to breakdown in the office, tears and sobs. The doctor handed her a box of tissues and waited for her to calm down. When she was calm he gave her his opinion on what to do. He said “I’m not going to tell you what to do here but, I think it’d be a waste of time and money to keep trying to regrow him. Some popular choices women in your position make are one, sell the tiny so you can make some money back. Two just use him as a slave, many of my patients say that a foot massage from a shrunken person is amazing and they can make your feet clean and beautiful. Or three, just crush him under foot or eat him, some say it makes them feel better after.” Your mother was in shock, she softly said “ you want me… to sell, enslave or kill my son?” “No, these are just the most popular choices” he said. Your mother grabbed you and left the hospital. You were nervous about what she was gonna do, she looked over to you and said “ I can’t do that to you honey” you were relieved. A couple days later you heard your mom on the phone with one of your aunts. Your mom was telling her what the doctor said and that it’s hard to look at you now, it makes her feel like a failure. Your aunt was trying to convince her to give you to her so your mother could move on. A couple days later your mom picked you and told you about your new situation, you were going to go live with your aunt. You protested and begged her not to do it but, she said she already signed you over to your aunt. It was a quiet drive and you started to think it wouldn’t be that bad you and your aunt used to get along great. When you got there she was nice and it was a good visit until, your mom kissed you said goodbye and left. Your aunt Kyle immediately grabbed you in her fist and said” hey little bug your mom just signed you over to me so that means you’re my property now, you’re my slave. I own you, do you understand that bug?” You were terrified and couldn’t speak. She repeated “ DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. BUG?” You nodded and said “yes Kyle, you… own..me”. “ By the way, it’s goddess now, not Kyle. And you’re a foot slave now so get used to these beauties.” She kicked her size 7.5 feet up on the arm of the couch and wiggled her toes at you and said “ pretty huh? I want you to start with a message.” You were taken back at the situation, how quickly it went wrong. You looked at the bus sized feet in front of you and thought that, her feet would be tiny and non threatening to a normal sized person but to you they were the most imposing thing on the planet. You approached her foot, starting to massage it with your hands. She said “use your elbows now, I need a deep massage.” And scrunched her toes. You obliged her request, not like you had much choice in the matter. It wasn’t all bad though, you always had a small thing for feet and your aunt had some sexy feet besides, you finally had something to do. A couple hours went by and you were exhausted, your aunt picked you up and put you in her running shoes without saying anything and walked away. The smell was far worse than what just her feet smelled like but, you heard her approach. She dropped some bread crust and a small medicine cup of water in the shoe and walked away without saying anything. Then she came back an hour later and took the remaining bread away and gave you and old crusty sock to use as a blanket and said “goodnight slave” with a grin. You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the smell and go to bed.
This is the first of a new series of stories! I made it a bit longer to give some lore on the world. I will also be posting some extra edits on my Patreon, they will be visible to the public
Patreon: www.patreon.com/Brockthebug?ut…