Regaining consciousness, you find yourself on makeshift bedding made out of newspaper scraps and tissues. Opening your eyes, the world around you is distorted by immense glass walls. If you remember correctly, this crystal prison was once an aquarium. 

It is uncomfortably hot in here, with the only shade provided by the wood above. Your new home is placed directly below your sister's desk, with the silhouette of her chair in the distance. 

Trying to get up, you are stopped by a woman to your right. She is tiny, just like you, with long straight blonde hair and freckles. "Save your strength." The woman insists, helping you lower yourself back into the bedding. "You are new here, so the goddess expects you to work twice as hard."

"Oh no." You gasp. "Has she shrunken you as well?"

She blushes, holding onto her warm cheeks. "The goddess has allowed me to become her servant. Isn't that great!"

"What?" You aren't trying to hide the confusion on your face. "Why would you want to be a slave for Kate?"

"She's the greatest, most wonderful, most beautiful person ever." By now, the tiny woman is gasping for air from all the excitement. "If she decides to flatten me like the fucking bug I am, I would die happy~"

You let out a defeated sigh. "Look, there was a mistake. I am not actually supposed to be here. I am her brother."

"Her brother?" Obviously holding back laughter, the blondie covers her face. "Am I really supposed to believe that goddess is related to a worm such as yourself? And even if you were her brother, you're just a pet now."

Gritting your teeth, you try to calm yourself. "I just need to talk to her and explain the whole situation so that she can grow me back to normal."

The tiny blonde is really getting on your nerves as she begins laughing again. "You cannot simply talk to the goddess! Why would she want to hear what a low-level slave had to say?"

"How do I make her listen to me, then!" You throw your hands up, losing patience. 

"Hmm...134 usually briefed people on arrival, but he was squished for getting turned on by the goddess' friend instead of her..." She taps her chin. "I guess that's my job now!"

"134?" You ask, trying to move past that gruesome details.

"Oh, the goddess doesn't typically give nicknames to low-class slaves. Just check the number on your collar."

Touching your neck, you have just now realized that there is a black collar wrapped around it. It is oddly comfortable, but you find the idea of wearing a collar like some dog disturbing nonetheless. 

"Looks like you are...361! Oh, and you can call me 910, by the way." The woman clasps her hands together, giving you a warm smile.

"I have a real name, you know." You rub the back of your head.

"Nobody cares." 910 says with that same warm smile, making you slightly unnerved. She points towards your collar, continuing the explanation. "This collar tracks your progress for the goddess. If you do a good job, it will show up on her app and she will upgrade you to a better habitat."

"How many habitats are there?" You question. If you are going to dive into hell, you might as well come prepared. 

"Right now, we are in the Underfoot. Lower-class place, but still respectable. If you do good, you might get moved to Highshelf! And those chosen few get to even sleep with the goddess! There are probably many other habitats. Goddess does have her secrets, you know!" 

"Secrets? Sounds about right." You remark on your current predicament. "What about those at the bottom?"

"She typically likes to stuff her shoes with them. The goddess' smell is intoxicating, but it's a dangerous place."

You swallow nervously but also...blush? These mixed emotions confuse you slightly. Excitement and fear are two sides of the same coin, but how come you now find the smell and sight of your sister so alluring? It must be that stupid app! The longer you are registered as her slave, the more attractive you find her. If you don't get her to notice you soon, who knows what might happen?

Lost in thoughts, you are brought back with the sensation of the entire micropolis shaking violently accompanied by the sound of footsteps. The light coming from above is blocked as Kate sits down in her creaky chair, preparing to do some school work. Your entire vision is filled with her long legs, appearing like smooth unending pillars of flesh. 

"Alright bugs, I am going to give you a little reward as I work. You can pray to and worship my feet for the next few minutes." Having said that, Kate props her feet up, putting her slender toes against the ridge of the container. The glass is beginning to steam up as her warm soles leave imprints on the surfaces. 

Her feet are looming above you teasingly, just out of reach as a thick cloud of her scent descends into the habitat. You can see the tiny people around you dropping to their knees and praying, treating your sister like some goddess.