#shrinkage

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James and Nete had just finished playing a video game where the object of the goal was for the tiny to escape the giant. Nate had played the tiny in the game, and James had played the giant. Nate successfully escaped, winning the game.

"I am so good at this game." Nate boasted as he put the controller down. "I beat you five times in a row. I escape every time." He continued, rather proud of himself.

"That is because it was only a video game," James said with a smirk on his face. "If it were real life, you wouldn't get away. I would win."

"Yeah right. I am smart enough to get away from any giant." Nate boasted, knowing that being tiny was impossible in real life.

James smirked again, "What if we could play this game for real? Do you think you would win?" He asked as he opened up his Growth/Shrink Pro app. He put in the setting for 5" tall.

"If we could play it in real life, I still say I would win," Nate said confidently.

"Okay, let's prove it then," James said as he pointed the light from his phone at Nate and activated the shrink ray. He watched as he quickly shrank down to 5" tall. He then laughed at his now tiny friend.

Nate looked up at his now giant friend towering above him like the giant in the game. "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!?" He screamed. He had never expected this to ever be in the realm of being done.

"Don't worry about that. Just know you are tiny now." James spoke down to him. "Here is the deal. You have to make it to my front door before I catch you. If you do, I will return you to normal size. You would have won." He paused as a big grin came on his face, getting ready to say the next part. The fun part. "If I catch you, you get to spend at least the next week or so as my toy."

"No way, make me big again," Nate complained. "This isn't funny, James. Do it now!" He demanded.

James laughed down at the tiny making demands of the giant. "You aren't in a position to make me do anything, little man. You heard my conditions. I suggest you run if you want your size back." He added after laughing at him.

Nate saw that he wasn't joking. If he wanted his size back, he needed to win the real-life game they played on the game system. He needed to make it to his front door without being caught, or else he would become James's toy. He takes off running as fast as he can from James' den. It was a good thing that his home was only one level.

James waited a full two minutes before getting up to chase after tiny Nate. The real-life version of the game was much more fun than the video game version. He got up and began to come after Nate.

Nate could feel the vibrations in the floor as James started towards him. He ran as fast as he could. He didn't have power-ups like in the game. The real-life version was much different and scarier. Yet, he had to make it to the front door rug before getting caught. He continued to run as fast as he could, yet he was not as fast as his game version.

James soon passed by Nate, putting his giant sneaker down, blocking his path to the front door. He saw Nate bump right into his giant sneaker, falling to the floor.

Nate's path was blocked by a giant sneaker. He decided to turn around, but James blocked his path with his other sneaker. He was stuck between the two. "I caught you." He heard James say above him. He lost the real-life version of the game. He knew the consequences of losing as a giant hand scooped him off the floor. He looked small in James's hand.

James looked at his tiny friend who was now his toy. He carried him back to his den and sat on the floor. He put him directly in front of him. "Now kiss my sneakers, little toy." He smirked. He was going to have a little fun with Nate for sure.

Nate approached and kissed James's sneakers. He was stuck this size until his friend decided to return his size. He kept kissing his sneakers over and over. They tasted nasty, but he had no choice but to obey his giant friend.

James realized he had an errand to run that he had forgotten about. He smiled big at the thought that crossed his mind. "I have an errand I had forgotten about and need to do. You are coming with me. And I think you already know how." He laughed as he picked up tiny Nate in his hand.

"Please, James, don't do it. I don't want to go in there. I can smell the strong odor from here." Nate pleaded, as he knew exactly where James would put him. He definitly wasn't too happy to go inside one of them.

James ignored his plea as he took off one sneaker and dropped Nate inside it. He then put the sneaker back on his foot without thinking what part Nate landed in. He could feel a tiny guy at his toes. He quickly grabbed him with his socked toes and played with him like a toy under his giant foot. "I am going to enjoy this so much." He said to himself as he left his place to go do his errand.

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Sam walked into Mr. Jack Greyson's office. He was called in for his annual performance review on the job. He hoped he did a lot better than his last review. The last one wasn't a favorable one. He was nearly terminated, but the company agreed on second chances to be awarded to employees who can improve.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Greyson." Sam spoke as Jack motioned for him to have a seat.

"Yes," Jack paused as he looked over the file on his desk. "If you recall, you had much to improve since your last annual." He added.

"Yes, Sir, I remember. And I tried really hard to do much better than my last one." Sam spoke, hoping he had done enough to save his job. They had threatened to terminate his employment at his next evaluation if it wasn't better.

"You did much better, actually, but there is something I need to discuss with you." Jack paused as he closed the file. "There are some changes made by the higher ups and unfortunately your position was no longer needed. You did a great job improving since your last evaluation, but your position has been ruled not needed." He added, as he placed the file in his cabinet by his desk.

Sam was distraught. He really wanted and needed this job. "I really don't want to be terminated. I need this job, Sir." He pleaded for some sign of mercy.

"My hands are tied, Sam. I was only to inform you of the situation. You may hate your things and leave." Jack said with an almost heartless expression.

"Please, Sir, is there anything you can do to help?" Sam continued to ask for some kind of mercy extended toward him.

Jack saw that Sam wasn't giving up one bit. He was silent as he thought about it. He then had the perfect solution. If Sam wanted a job so badly, he would give him one. It would be a permanent job that would make him useful for sure, but only to him and not the company. He took out a small box that had several green pills in them.

"There is one job opening I do have, but it will be permanent. Once you take it, you can't get out of it." Jack said as he opened up the small box towards Sam.

"I will take it for sure. Thanks, Sir. I really need this." Sam said, feeling hopeful that things weren't too bad.

"Take one of these green pills first, and we will discuss your new job." Jack said with a smirk.

Sam wasn't exactly sure what the green pill had to do with the job, but he took it anyway. He swallowed it down. He wanted to hear about the new job he would be doing.

Jack poured Sam a glass of water and handed it to him.

Sam drank the water down. A few seconds later, he felt strange. The room appeared to be doing something. It started to get larger. Yet, that wasn't the only effect. His clothes were getting larger as well as Mr. Greyson. "What is going on?" He asked being confused.

"It's about your new job." Jack paused. "It's sort of more beneficial to me mainly than to you. But you willingly took it anyway." He added.

Sam was still confused until he realized that he was shrinking. He soon found himself about 6" tall surrounded by his clothes and shoes. He felt a giant hand fish him out.

Jack picked Sam from among his clothes. He placed him in front of him on the floor. He took off his shoes and socks. He wiggled his toes in front of the now tiny Sam. "Your new job is to be my personal foot toy and stress reliever at work and at home." He paused. "Your duties will be to worship my feet and on occasion be a nice stress ball under my feet to help me relax." He added.

"I changed my mind, Sir." Sam pleaded. "This is not what I want." He added. The odor that was coming for Mr. Greyson's feet were a little strong. He didn't want to be anyone's foot toy for sure.

"I am that it's permanent. That green pill just made this your permanent size." Jack smirked. "I did prewarn you that it would be permanent." He laughed a little.

"Well, I refuse to be your stress ball." Sam said defiantly despite being so small to the now giant Mr. Greyson.

"Oh, you think you can refuse. We will see about that." Jack said as he lowered his foot on top of Sam before he could even run. He put enough pressure to cause him to struggle, but not enough to crush him entirely. He could feel him struggling under his foot. "Nice stress ball." He laughed as he continued another ten minutes of keeping Sam under foot.

Sam felt like it was an eternity under his foot. At his current size, he was just too powerless against his giant foot. When he finally breathed fresh air, he was relieved.

"Now kiss my toes, like a good foot toy." Jack demanded.

Sam saw he had no choice. He leaned down and kissed Jack's toes. "Yes, Master." He responded, seeing he had no way out of it.

Jack put his socks back on. "Now, get under my desk. I have work to do, and my stress ball is going to help me." He added as he pointed under his desk.

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Jerry watched as the opposing team scored the final points in the last seconds of the game. His team had lost. He knew exactly what that meant when he saw his roommate Flex looking at him smiling.

"My team won. So, I won our little bet. Time to pay up." Flex bloated with glee.

Jerry hated to lose especially since the reward was decided once one of them beat the other. "So, what is what you want from me since you won the bet?" He asked in a defeated tone.

"Well, I want to make this a little fun for me." Flex paused as he pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to Jerry. "Drink this first." He ordered him.

Jerry opened the small 3" bottle. He drank the contents. "Yuk, that stuff was nasty. What was it?" He asked. It tasted like rotten eggs mixed with peanut butter.

"It's all part of the surprise," Flex explained as he opened up an app on his phone. He put in the proper setting and tuned on the flashlight. "Now hold still." He added as he shone the camera light on Jerry. He watched with excitement as what he was doing was taking effect.

Jerry look up to see Flex now towering above him like a giant. "You shrunk me?!" He exclaimed loudly.

"Yup, and I am going to put you in my favorite shoes and play with you while I wear them." Flex laughed. "Don't worry, you won't die. The bottle you drank gave you durability. You will survive my foot. I don't want to kill my favorite toy as you spend a whole month in my shoe." He added even more.

Jerry watched in horror as Flex grabbed him and dropped him into his stinky shoe. Before he could escape, Flex shoved his foot right in. He was immediately crushed under his foot. He didn't die as he told him. Instead, he was flattened, but still well alive. He was like an extra layer of insole under his foot.

Flex walked around in his shoes. With each step, he could feel Jerry deflate and resume form over and over. Each time it was cushioning his foot. After a whole day of wearing his shoes barefoot he removed the shoe that had Jerry in it.

"That was great. I can tell that you are the perfect foot toy and extra insole. This month is going to be a lot of fun." He rather enjoyed walking on his roommate that way.