Domination in the Library

At the age of twenty, you fell victim to the diminutive disease. In the months leading up to when you shrank fully, your family was very cold to you. You knew they didn’t like mants, but you assumed they’d still love you. How wrong you were.

You ask your mom what is she doing.

You tried to struggle against your mother’s fingers, but there wasn’t much you could do. The giant was stripping you of your clothes and belongings.

“You are no son of mine,” she said. “My son died a year ago. Don’t try to come back to my house, you understand?”

You confused, but before you even think further...

She’d opened the car door and sat you gently on the sidewalk. It wasn’t long before the door was shut and the car was driving off. Your mother had taken you from your room and drove you downtown, near the college. Seemingly picking the spot at random, she dropped you. Abandoning you.

This was alarming for a few reasons. One, your mother had just abandoned and disowned you, simply because of a disease you’d contracted. It was cruel. You also hadn’t been taken and registered as a diminished person. It was something all ‘free’ mants had to go through if they were to be, well, free. Since you weren’t registered, it meant you had no protection of any kind from the government. In their eyes, you didn’t exist. Anything could happen to you.

You thought to yourself, your family has... abandoned you. Just because of your size.

You looked around, observing your surroundings. There were giants about, and they were everywhere. It was paramount for you to collect yourself and find a hiding spot before anything else. Being an unregistered mant meant you were prey. Nobody will help you.

You sat behind the leg of a nearby bench, gluing yourself against it. If you were lucky, nobody would spot you.

You thought to yourself that mom said not to come back home, if you did, what would happen? Would she crush you? Eat you?

There wasn’t much time to plan long-term, so short-term it was. You had to get out of the open.

You inched slowly through a bush behind the bench, carefully ensuring to avoid any pointy branches. Fortunately, there didn’t seem to be any bugs nearby. That could make things complicated.

Now on the other side of the bush, you peeked through a couple of leaves. There was a clearing that led up to the entrance of a building. Newgood University Library was engraved on an arch above the doors. It was later in the day, so perhaps there wouldn’t be as much traffic inside. Less risk of encountering any insects, too. That, for now, was your goal. Get to the library.

You took a deep breath as if preparing for a race, and bolted forward. The sooner you got out of the sun, the better. The grass was freshly cut, each blade ending at the same height. Just below your stomach.

Though it took awhile, having to take small breaks and laying down flat to avoid any potential giant’s gaze, you made it to the steps of the library. Logically, you knew you may not be any safer inside, but you had an ounce of relief knowing you were close.

“—your calculus exam? It’s for real tomorrow?”

A woman’s voice spoke nearby. The giant was on the phone, walking casually toward the steps. She dressed in name-brand sneakers, smooth leggings and a thin athletic shirt. It must’ve been an off day for her, as she was rather underdressed to have attended any classes.

“Oh yeah, I’m, like, lowkey stressing about it,” She replied. “I’m heading to the library, Mindy is in such a mood today.”

You mumbled in panic that this is not good. The giant was fast approaching, and there was nothing to hide behind.

“I think she's, like, bipolar or something. One sec she’s—”

She stopped in her tracks, her mouth agape; a slight smirk on the corners of her lips. You had been spotted.

She giggled, “Girl, there’s a mant outside the library. Nah, it don’t look like a student. I’ll text you.”

You tried to book it past her sneakers and back into the clearing, but the giant had stomped in your path. You smacked into the shoe, landing on your back.

“Oh my god!” she said, bending down. “You are like, so freakin’ naked!”

She grabbed hold of the tiny you with her fingertips and toted you inside.

You yelled as you tell her to let you go, but the giant was ignoring you.

The library’s atmosphere was totally different from outside. Air conditioner guaranteed the air was cool. People were talking, sure, but it wasn’t loud. Most people seemed to be just hanging around, or doing work.

“Oh, hey Hannah!” Another giant said, looking up from her book.

“Hiii!” She said with a smile and wave.

Hannah walked over to a couch and sat down. She placed you on a table in front of it. The cool surface of the wood sent chills up your spine.

Students sat on either side of her, enthralled in their phones.

You foolishly shouted, ask everyone else to help you, tells that Hannah is kidnapping you.

The giants paid little mind to the mant, both giving you a similar look of annoyance or disgust. You were alone.

Hannah vigorously typed into her phone with impressive speed. She hadn’t yet said anything else to you, which made you feel, well, small. After a few minutes, she put her phone down for a moment to remove her sneakers. Out came her bare, sockless feet. She crossed her soles onto the table. A shock and terror for you, but it garnered no reaction to the other students.

They were monolithic monuments compared to you. From her meaty heels up to her thick toe pads, the two feet were wet and shined with sweat and lint. Their stench was not unlike dirty, unwashed socks dipped in vinegar. The air around them was humid, and someone of your size could even see a faint aura of steam surrounding them.

“So, I gotta, like, get some stuff done on my phone. Lick my feet, okay?”

You shouted, said that you're not gonna do it.

Hannah rolled her eyes before lifting her left foot off the table, and gently placing the heel on top of your crotch. She pressed down firmly, and as if her foot were a rag, small bits of sweat wringed from her flesh and onto your legs. She rocked her foot back and forth ever so slightly, the texture of her skin rubbing up against the mant’s penis.

Unsurprisingly, the friction Hannah was creating began to stimulate you. While you definitely wasn’t enjoying what was amounting to torture, you became erect all the same.

You struggled to say, ask her to stop and what's she doing to you.

You looked over at her face, which seemed miles away. Hannah wasn’t even looking at you! She was scrolling on her phone. Her expression was neutral, too, as if she wasn’t registering what she was really doing.

The rubbing continued, locking you under her foot. You could no longer plead with her to stop, as the sensation of her thick flesh enveloping your crotch was so overwhelming that you couldn’t speak. It felt as if you had entered her foot somehow, but it was really just your penis sliding between a few slight wrinkles beneath her heel.

You start moaning softly, You weren’t enjoying what was happening, but your tiny moans signaled to Hannah to pick up the pace.

Faster and faster she went, sliding your tiny cock all around with the rough ridges of her skin. If she didn’t stop soon...

You begged. Begged her to stop, but eventually...

You could hold it no longer. You exploded onto the bottom of Hannah’s heel, your cock spewing cum violently for seconds at a time. Your body went limp, your strength and energy completely zapped from you.

Hannah lifted her heel above you, gathering the cum stuck to her flesh onto her fingertip. She brought her hand to her face, and sucked on the finger. You tried to get up to move, but couldn’t.

“Hm,” she hummed, a look of pleasant surprise on her face.

The giant picked you up from the table and brought you to her lips. She opened her maw, dragging her sloppy tongue across your body. She was swallowing your cum.

You groaned, weakly smacking her upper lip. You were fighting tears, beg her to let you go.

She closed her lips around your cock and began to gently suck. Once again, you were growing hard. Since you just ejaculated, you were extremely sensitive down there. But Hannah didn’t care, continuing to relentlessly suck on your crotch. It was painful. Her saliva was on you everywhere, and was even drooling from her lips onto her chin. Was she giving you head, or simply using you like a lollipop?

You cried, beg her to stop.

But Hannah paid attention only to her phone. She wasn’t even doing schoolwork, she was texting and browsing social media. The only respite you were given was when she temporarily removed you from her mouth to wipe her own spit away. And still, the other students were unphased by the situation.

After a painful two minutes, you were once again forced to ejaculate. This time, it was directly into Hannah’s mouth. The amount was significantly less, but the giant swallowed it all the same.

And then, she kept sucking.

Again and again, you were forced to ejaculate. The sensation became more painful each time. Hannah didn’t care in the slightest, paying your groveling for mercy no mind.

Thirty whole minutes passed before Hannah swallowed your cum for the last time. You had no energy left, no fight left in you. You were a limp shell.

Hannah turned off her phone screen and placed it in her pocket. Without saying a word to you, she picked up her sneaker and dropped you inside. You rolled down the length of the shoe down to the toe section. The smell and humidity inside was awful. But, there was nothing the mant could do.

You sobbed as you watched the light from the outside world blot out at the shoving of Hannah’s foot into the shoe. Her toes jammed against you, leaving you no wiggle room whatsoever.

The giant tied her shoes, stood up and left. And that was that. You now belonged to Hannah.

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